∑סς
Volume I of IV
How, through translation
beyond what law and prophets
dare say in Hebrew.
Leave some to tangle
with the selective process
for lasting theories.
To see through scripture,
as if autumn had fallen
before it began.
Translation
איך, דרך תרגום מעבר למה
שחוק ונביאים מעזים אומר בעברית.
עזוב כמה לתלות לכן התהליך
הבררני חוסך תאוריות בר קימא.
לראות דרך כתב קודש,
כאילו סתו נפל לפני זה התחיל.
Titus Llewellyn
My love, this book is for you on my death. It is by copyright yours and yours alone. Although poetry has never been of interest to you, I sincerely hope you'll appreciate many years my loving you has provided for as somewhat sancrosanct. Epic didactic poetry is the portrayal of patience, over burden and perseverance, which, with each addition causes loyalty to strain sometime in a manner of frustration and anger, such as nature changes for the good and bad sometimes.From which, 'Eos', came about, I owe it to the persistence of mind over matter nature which has changed my writing somehow to present you with the didactic form. These were very much how the philosophers and poets of two thousand years ago wrote theirs, and I am in no way different to speak as one from that time. Therefore, due to the weight of each individual volume, it would be best wise to, "Read at leisure, not for pleasure."
May I add also, that within this work there are four plays to personify a mid 1500's - 1616 styled structure in dialect that honours the Bard The plays will present you with a time frame of between 99BC - 5AD, explaining four men named Titus, and this includes myself as a period reserved for transit to let me come and go as I please.
This work provides me to cocoon us all in a very personal way, to simplify an invite that was quite miraculous, and a death which is as important mysterious. One thing is for certain, you will live in the present more wonderful than at any time in our history to know that there is more to the hope that is always a gratifying thought, listening to a man, who somehow starts to transforms into the very death we face, due to the metamorphosis. Over all, it will bring some light down on the fact that we are all susceptable to death, and that is a beautiful level playing field to be playing on hereafter.
Due to copyright, these plays will be put in an order, attached at a later date:
LOVING YOU FOR ALL ETERNITY - TONY
∑סς Psalter
Eos
A Metrical Translation
By Titus Llewellyn
BOOK I
William's view perspective on his life
PROEM
The first born of William's parents.
"Indifference, composed in a vacuum",
revealing that there is a mental history.
Before the curse of aggravation rose
implored my saying feud - good reasons fit,
I am the miniscule for least provide
blessed as the despised or poorly wised.
In step of a return to freedom urge, 5
surpass the future glories seen as not,
for trace; and in each step, a wary plot
creates the lore in cultureless expose.
If not for some good reason prize thee out,
comeuppance be for passing from the womb 10
from all the sin that cast upon me soon,
unwanton is the likelihood of doubt.
I argue if it should for praise be torn,
against the prime example to be born
away from the unconscious bait recall 15
wilt honour and obey ye law to all.
Hast olde ye not prepared what mother verse,
Once spoken would imagine the converse,
Still stands beholden long and age for ounce,
Would hide no other wiser word pronounce, 20
I speak through air dispel the commonsense,
To whom adjudged to first assumes - relents
Though brief diffuse has pledged it first a truth,
What worthy's a conscription found as proof.
How rage has sworn the oath of one fulfilled, 25
To one through wry eccentric, veins are spilled
With vengence so one back tracks time's replace
Is blood and those whose blood it is should trace.
The juries bold decipher shall be topped,
The crocus valley tamed what winter dropped 30
A time frame to the point how frail the clutch
My first coherent claim was one of Dutch!
The humour through disposal cultures spun,
Thence having brought without so less for one.
Than British, though for white the paler shade 35
I'd not fair worse discourage laurel plaid.
Duration, brief as found and wry for rye,
Resent but one true infancy for try;
With a wealth of my vocabulary,
William speaks of his birthright.
Duration, brief as found and wry for rye, 40
Resent but one true infancy for try;
By sake of furies lashed against suave veils
To signify what trails if all else fails.
Whence now can we, to fathom some extent
Than conquer human frailties, the descent 45
enough from which an idol god bestows;
helps faithless with some whispering I suppose
The simplest version of the laws surprise,
so we as verdant listeners advise,
eavesdrops upon the world in this beyond 50
our closest neighbours urge us to respond.
With dignity thy surest art of prose,
of love, that not to mention more of those
Can in effect be finely written words
I give, will eagerness lure afterwards. 55
Boldness would be camouflaged in slight,
The mystery surrounding this delight
demurs of insignificance I dwell
and in compare with those you would rebel.
In honest truth there will be much disguise, 60
prepared to watch whilst you my lovely eyes
Like hiding all the love I have to give
shall peer and with an honest truth, forthwith,
for now, whilst the enclosure of the mind,
concede I have been blessed without your kind. 65
I lead you not temptation to transfer,
Complete like any love charm, though a star
That rivalry, my longing for has chased
with options to concur it such-like haste
Apparel by conviction, soothing came 70
May further bring us closer though the same.
I duly have to thee, compare you well,
Allow you to the door without farewell.
With attributes my lowly class can show,
A dormant, more efficient kind of beau 75
The invite needs to separate the mood,
Far gentle than the ones I should include.
Have slunk into the warmth of mere regards
and yet, not lost for words, the smaller shards
With men, whom fond affection for you seeks 80
convince me that they pierce as trend techniques.
A modern day transfixt thus troubadour,
hast words to burden miming his allure,
Has murmured such endearments barely hatched,
they've practiced yet too soon become detached. 85
I open hearts for preferences to soul,
Accept it that to token myself whole
Which trade awareness through until one day,
wilt’s never disavows intentions sway.
Where love has gripped a heart pledge to explore 90
I feel non-touched more smitten than before.
First oft, if sideways glance has signified,
sees surely, that one second of it died,
Attention to elusive pass by states
before she turns again thus conjugates, 95
a bearing, I exist, if not for more,
that turmoil shyly plays - not to ignore
Containing smiles forlorn to one accept
more suffering with my worship wildly swept.
(1953-1957)
Instinctive faith alone has treasured souls 100
The grieving stock for all my living then
Has chosen to uproot them, thee unharmed
And through an age of industry of men,
Proceed to dwell in working class and through
Which makest me through thee alone as one 105
Who otherwise includes us all made things
Before I aught not wary them enough,
My time on earth shall perish to be none.
Mother, who had cautioned this ill-fated
Resourceful paths be fearful from the start 110
Alas, dear father who has since depart
From sterner stuff than I, shall forage on.
And evermore shall words directing us
Before thy drift to masses bear such grudge
Horizons melt the cross between two voids 115
Perplexed in this bewilderment conceived
Shall understand this influence quite well.
'Tis noted that the moorish wilt of buds
Hold firm the panic stricken etch of hope
Defending worth from miseries we hold 120
Enable them to come to terms no end.
Is risen from the reach of ideas whom
Are in relation to most things undone
And while a lifelong string portrays this role
The urge I have completing this involves, 125
A place on earth that dying leaves has won.
Foretoken not, that this immortal charm
Has won the hearts of many, all conceived
As idle curiousities produce;
Our having no effect from ones believed. 130
Sieze the day that where this god of yours
Is placed upon a dream, like in your care
As having been unable to confine,
Suspicions that in other words decline.
Oh thou divine is large the stark terrain 135
Of knowledge that one finds a liftime for
And all that is unknown should go to waste
Blow their minds not winds in one direction
The clouds as passers-by ignore this place
Thou bringest to the nearset shore I know 140
Of stable mind that grounds enough to store
The wealth of knowing what there is on ration
Do fetch allure no other sacred place,
Shall element enquiry follow thee
Yet unperplexed the hollowness, denial 145
The least suggested bait of do or die
Before thee, comes a whereabouts in thought,
To disarray discovery without:
The use of mind and from it less succumb
A mass from this delusion from these words. 150
Turbulence throws the wicked foul of stench
Foretoken as the thought that many do
The gales from each resounding leap away
Display O thou Divine to torrent herds,
Negotiating theories slight of hand. 155
Redeems me not that here I have allure
To herd the tremble states as figurines
Seized beyond the mind and life it leads
Caresses have arisen so thee will
Take heed external growth shall be those seeds. 160
Where nearly does the option coexist,
An infamy that speaks with commonsense
Regardless how one does so should compose
Discord that one would famine it within
Guidest from the sillohettes though brief 165
Confusion is vague but merely outline,
That peak our moutains so, and unlike streams
Bring scenes like any other dreams could do
To masquerade the family I knew.
Kindling rage from the tempests in an urge 170
Of leisures so direct that thence through me
Stedfast walk forth each, a generation
In turn do shallow streams engulf with plumes.
Somewhat, where understanding has withstood.
Amounts to some rendition, too obscure 175
One and only love as faith may praise her
Shall stand for all I know and what seems strange.
Having found her, strength is in the keeping
Which I presume is joyful till one's end
Add words to mine for if it be this sleeping
Produces endless charm that this be hers
Nor aught the lawful watch of those who keep
Biography's are keeping mine as well
To charm the socks off in the ill respite
Not knowing has and was are duly done.
How often thou alone hath ruled the roost
Wherefore the burden placed is one I see
As having shared or borrowed, then we learn
To feel the passion then proceed to write
It savages the worth from within breath,
A mighty panic later, stay-like closed
Immortal earth of mutters, holds my arm
Setting signs upon the whole wide world,
As having done and did again, this test.
If not for awful practices of sin
Do cherished leaders grace the past with glee
Crave a melody that lulls a lifetime
That fearless do and fearful more delay,
Ungainly waste of time that lies discrete
The sheer momentum ravishing the glade
Or avenues that shrublands can evade
Were lesser so, that high rise got its name.
Approach that through awareness beauty steeped, 100
shall focus, unlike them adorned and heaped
In envy from a man’s eye point of view
with praise that shows us holding hands imbue.
Where eye to eye, does lovingly invite,
the Everest, our reading souls would write.
The visual first love options mingle trade,
on laughter, not intelligent degrade
where less than five mere seconds of it rides
whose practices that cannot thus provides,
Intentions weak on promises for more,
the spirited but featureless adore,
Though freely to acceptance, thwart it sings
of numbing the effect the outcome brings.
An edge to this pervade has brought us near,
became the notice of, not disappear,
From this obscurity, that just by chance
but stand the end of time as pure romance.
Longevity shall grace the faith of some,
as long as we are together, both become.
Just touch, and if thy grace of God be known,
The invitation blossoms, love has grown.
Could be that fingertips have found a way,
I feel the soft sensation stroking arms.
To greet the said sensation touching palms
Should tenderness to reach your soul’s desire
appendage reaching out, please raise them higher
how eagerly the warmth of one embrace,
for distance cannot be, I want to trace
Slide easily, intention to the feel
the wishes unattained for your appeal.
My treasured words of telling you at length
that patience can but promise me new strength. .
Let it be known that naissance is of late
shall live as long as these words shall donate
Significant that this longevity
Affairs of any heart their brevity,
not a thought nor a whim should a thief
Fully aware that due to mere relief;
though if renditions are morbid as bleak
in as much that if as old as antique
Thou hast with heart in this old oak of thine.
Though it is fixt that the next birth of time
lest not we forget the marriage of will,
should the shroud of an existence so thrill.
Could those legions who've augmented claim
Mediocrity, forsaken his name.
Hast paraphrased a psalm though as a chime
Therefore proceeding with his life and time
which has altered this, the scenery as such
can bring, so it appears, a Shakespeare touch
this versions up till now have been bestowed,
Protected by the way we read each ode
though this upon suspicion how we grieve
like any mistress decoy, should she leave.
That death be the upheaval from this urge
For future ventures death within a surge
of beneficial openly seduced,
that loving brought, existence introduced.
Fruition, in those acorns reimburse
the moving apparitions plays rehearse.
The warmth converging over to you now,
one's sanity to lose it or allow:
Denies that not a drop of it shall leave
as hearts have done in merriment conceive,
contained in words the overture from source
Whilst tempests urge it shudder no remorse
has filled a sigh and sent it on a breeze,
and neither shall they pardon your release.
I hear the thoughts surrounding you the next
whoever sends committal like I've owned
hath sworn a thousand words which now protects
the sanctuary paradise postponed.
Whilst perishing the thought it could have cost,
Such yearnings have accepted them as lost.
Divorcing Thoughts - http://allpoetry.com/poem/5509911
I do not play pretend with any tide,
for nothing, though for reason closing eyes,
has done for any moment since I cried
would wash away the salt of my despise.
I cannot hold them back although divorce,
is there to protect children I suppose
but separate the sea from any source
can find the waste of time my crying shows.
Just tell me when the tide is out, just say-
I pray the constant onslaught of it may
in fact be short term influence to sway
the other to disown me anyway.
Defining Portals - http://allpoetry.com/poem/5239161
O windowpane hast not ye wept enough?,
the condensation strives for weary eyes,
hath not to this I seek the place of stuff
that realised first cannot for one surprise.
be drizzled down towardly, an escape
that details care as spread as if no more,
should trail develop faster, add a shape
against the cold enveloped warmth decor.
I see the sunrise eagerly persist
enough would wipe a life time for this sight,
O windowpane, the portal to resist
against the time of closure, one's delight.
I hasten thee towards as if again,
for sorrow has been sealed, I sign my name.
Portraiture of William i.e. http://allpoetry.com/poem/5082132
It is that twist of fate,
when mercy pledges the portraiture
facing my demons - as from within
the paint that accepts the canvas,
first needs acceptance by that rogue,
to interpret it.
Not that the intended stroke reflects,
that for every moment that I have waited,
an abundancy of fear from the aftermath,
changing any outlook broadened.
It separates the evil from the good,
joining the soul's abysmal change of mood,
It appears wet for discomfort's sake,
and drys nonetheless for fade,
remaining as grey as petulance,
and black as the gloom it holds.
Monochrome is a significant upholster,
to languish behind,
though behind me, there is nothing
more to establish fear,
than the joy of replenished youth.
It is an almanac,
crying at the creation of its maker,
staying young in life as it is in death.
I would give my soul for that!
From Eos - Book i; verse 150-174
William has not long been admitted to the asylum:
He is full of remorse and self pity.
Of course you know where self importance came? 150
From outside this vicinity - unknown
am I to correspond with guilt to blame
for not conceding worth to mention own?
Good cause prevents the issues nowadays,
from being cared for much and not a trace 155
defines that what prevention does, it strays
suspicions form to correlate the face.
To judge my mental state has brought disdain,
authority has delved upon most crude
how private life disrupted for has slain, 160
the only kind I cared for should include.
Behind the former glories I'm aghast,
that understanding was to fathom doubt
what undenied frustrations do when passed,
with patience, doe not saying so leaves out. 165
I ask for, what you see in me that's fine?
the asking price is nonetheless for free
and held against my will as all decline,
for interests sake to hide my misery.
Soft versions have effectively derived, 170
from being solo natured to the next
a loner they may say but I survived:
The intrusive expectations it objects. 173
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