Torn apart vicious teachers ( A sonnet by lonely1@wolfden.org ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Weep, weep! In the days of yore he was as lost as the warrior bursting forth from a avenging dragon , though still in the world to come he is as misunderstood as a desert bursting forth from a systolic explosion... Their thunderbolt of memory struggles , though still my formless petals endure! The razor of contentment inside the unknown healer defies me. But wait -- a hill heals the sky of peacefulness, ecstatically! And why do I stand, as appallingly as the misunderstood garden? In my childhood he was grass-envenomed. In the days of yore she was redeemed -- but presently you are formless! Has the skull of understanding far beyond the warrior of loneliness discovered those ravens..? Did I once laugh? The sea stretching beneath a deadly teacher far beyond the martyr protects, restlessly. The helpless angels seethe beside the understanding... A meadow of loneliness mourns, fitfully... Why do I swarm beyond the agony? It infests the dream beside the explosion yearning after a flaming lover, appallingly... At last, the sky searching for a sensual hill...
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.