Italian Sonnet
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Oh ye that breaks the bonds of Soil's grasp,
And swiftly ascends to the noonday sun.
Where light shows where thine true colors run,
And ye which strikes onto skin like a rasp.
Where have you gone? These walls feel so alone.
This burning earth in which I stand upon,
Whilst you are floating freely as a swan.
I now must walk through the flame to atone.
In these bootless days of pondering this
My heart lays dormant and still in my chest
Like the hand on a clock, not at it’s best
Waiting for my prince enveloped in bliss
Some call hidding ones true self a mask
but reality is not that simple
"mask" is just an icon, a symbol
removing it a futile task
truth becomes cloudy like frosted glass flask
Legato, my heart, but sing with sweet joy
The eternal tide of time tarries on
Even though these moments have long been gone
That is only our cruel mind’s clever ploy
Dreams do not fade or fly; dreams do not die
If you love something you'll let it go
but freeing her won’t help me to find peace.
An ordinary man once, now a fleece
Once rich, she's daughter to a merchant broke.
A tune she hums; it blooms my wilted hope.
False Antics
There Hamlet dragged the body which he slain
Acting truly antic in Gertude's sight
Some say that young Hamlet has gone insane
However, his dark deeds led to insight
