Eos - Introduction

GENERAL INTRODUCTION

This volume exists by way of an invitation, an obligatory. It is somewhat a refrain to obscure oneself and due to one's background, this can be grossly unfair as they would be empounding the very nature of those in similar positions. Everyone around the London area was poor and it was this self same reason, that many who saw themselves as equals, it is no surprise that the man who was to name himself Tercil would be brought up by those very fine disciplines. Literature figures are subsequently listed other than Tercil, who self taught, painstakingly entered the affray with a limited vocabulary and limited means financially to push anything relating to his art more forward than it was.

At the time of his birth, many thousands were meandering self sufficiency as a way of survival, and Tercil's childhood was merely survival than anything relating to luxury. The ninety fifites was a period of rebuilding what had in fact depreciated, and that wans't much but for humble dwellings to have them council approved for the estates of the future to build upon.

The United Nations Headquarters was then opened for the first time as so too, the trials of Ethel and Julius Rosenburg were beginning, for espionage reasons.


The Last Unicorn - pt ii
      I have not made myself hugely popular so my appologise for this! As I am under no illusion as to the part I play, whether it be par excellence when the burden of pretence is damn well harder than the act of fake.



      While before I was too ashamed to write true to form, that other things have taken priority since I was arrested on the 1st December 2007, and for 15 months I went through court cases and eventual conviction - and for a medical condition that brought on a panic attack - and there it is, Addison's Desease. Your patience have been a crave benign and what little I know about poetry has been well worth the effort for trying. I know where I belong. To say my work has been crucified, I'd lay bets on the first "Ridiculed" published, by a well intentioned audience. I feel way below the standards set as if it were for my sake. Absence seems somewhat how children feel missing school, and for that reason alone, I can sympathise with them.



        Feeling out of my depth sometimes, (not only with you all, but others also), there seems to be lacking on my part the relevant understanding in social ettiquette.

Writing skills and form protocols add to an otherwsie significant feature that tends to drool attention over my style like contempt. I am way below working class, yet I seem to expect a suit to take care of it. If I have tried to kid myself, then anyone who is high and mighty will suffer less than I shall. If you are blind, then do not blame yourselves, it's just that you didn't look down enough over a somewhat larger nose. Therefore, you are way above my head. 



I am an outcast nature as such, during a time searching for work, I cannot state more profoundly, how insecure I am, that I need to surround myself with anyone who would listen, but I guess you maybe deaf.



I feel embarrassed to admit all of this, but when it needs to be highlighted, I feel that those with the security of family and things to build upon, I am way down the list of priorities that as a guttersnipe, the sediment from which water butts have since drained, I resolve myself entirely in the excrement of your waste.


My father died in March 2007, and I am so glad he wasn't around to see this uncalled-for sham. I have wondered how those who have battled with me for supremacy are doing in the longevity stakes.



Apparently, I cannot hold anyone to blame for my absence, but the people, who have blighted my progress throughout my working life climbing their ladders made sure the bottom rung of mine was broken. Compared with you all, I am no-one, and by sailing solo, my home is anywhere I like to feel safe, yet I have nowhere to go, just the seascape of Hugh. Trying too hard to be recognised, shows me that the deep consumption tank I am consumed in, is one of those collectable equities lacking interest. A good captain works his crew, as much as I skulk in the hull, deprived of all the skills of social endeavour, that where there is a spelling mistake, you'll find my quarry, pulling in their nets duly noted



Helmsmen as you have been named,  have guided this once ghost ship to the rough seas where I am sea sick. Therefore see me as the worthless catch to whom hearsay has thrown back. I can only ghost along on the crest of deprave, for when I get to shore, it will be so different a life to that which is to come.



Like the unicorn, I am the figment of your imagination, where only death can delight the stupid few who'll remember. One mistake shall change everything, as that I am to be depraved from the essential task of most nervy that would ultimately make me a hero.


Though Spartan-like I am deluded by what is funny, though my paronia make their otherwise laughter most remote and how others may use their laughter to forewarn me. It is with sadness how I remember how miraculous my arrival was, yet with a gene of contemporary on how different I am, there may be an argument somewhere that by invite, I had no choice, therefore it is argued less when I should leave.


The sacrificial version of self harm is a relevant cause of self pity. I can even hear you now provoking me. Hell bent on this place that as a namesake, then there is a choice to behave accordingly to, and it will question you no more. Being an all or nothing man, I am therefore dedicated to the task of lament. As a Spartan to the incentive of these  capabilities, I am as honorary to the cause as it is, prohibited.







Titus 



anthony smith, (an ordinary guy)


GENERAL INTRODUCTION



This volume exists by way of an invitation, an obligatory. It is somewhat a refrain to obscure oneself and due to one's background, this can be grossly unfair as they would be empounding the very nature of those in similar positions. Everyone around the London area was poor and it was this self same reason, that many who saw themselves as equals, it is no surprise that the man who was to name himself Tercil would be brought up by those very fine disciplines. Literature figures are subsequently listed other than Tercil, who self taught, painstakingly entered the affray with a limited vocabulary and limited means financially to push anything relating to his art more forward than it was.



At the time of his birth, many thousands were meandering self sufficiency as a way of survival, and Tercil's childhood was merely survival than anything relating to luxury. The ninety fifites was a period of rebuilding what had in fact depreciated, and that wans't much but for humble dwellings to have them council approved for the estates of the future to build upon.



The United Nations Headquarters was by that time opened for the first time as so too, the trials of Ethel and Julius Rosenburg were beginning, for espionage reasons.



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The

Born in the suburb of Croydon, Surrey, England as it later to become part of Greater London as the boundaries of London began to grow. was called then. Mainting a wealth of attributes that would  rehouse families as quickly as burying the tortured after the mayhem. 'Jerry' built house as they were called - prefabs- were as they say prefabricated flat packs that were duly erected to the salvation of many, for which the present day owes a lot. Tercils mother and father were poor by this resort, but hard working in the sense of the word, it would make you cry to take heed of todays play-makers.



its dead from the war torn aftermaths were to bury their deadindivuals of that era.



almost as quickly after worl War I as it was to  somewhere around the late 40's or early 50's

 

It seems the name Titus will be not leaving as such, but purely for the sake of literature, he will be given his rightful Latin name. As most of you are aware, there is an affliction with the name which aspires to this name that it is almost recognised that it has merely stayed and not strayed.



Many of you have praised me highly enough to long remember me by that name, and as I posess another gold account in the name of Tercil, it will be by that name that many will I believe remember me by.



Many of the latin poets have little knopwn of them, and I shall have not a lot to do in that area when my time comes to hence beyond recognition. I suppose I need to set out a response to some well meaning soul, hence my next of kin to catalogue my works for which much of it will be done already, as I am not praiseworthy myself than petrified of being conceited, but while I am around to play a large part advertising myself, I assure you that it is by amateur means I go about it.



Having in my possession the, 'Complete Works of Shakespear', what a pedestal to put oneself on, not to be recognised, but to let those close to you, recognise it for themselves. We would all wish for some stardom, and I in no way want to do that by serious means criminal, I do not need to be paraded for a sexual nature, indeed a shameful one.



Resentment sometimes gets in the way of others who have wholeheartedly pledged themselves some elitism as such. Me? I just need the few I love around me, that my written work is there for my disposal and to select maybe a few, that they can remember me by.



Of course, I have made many friends at allpoetry.com, too many to mention and this is why, due to a number of you, who've made it known to me that I am capable of proceeding further than mere poetry sites, but you know what? I am quite satisfied with that alone.



There are poets who were writing during the first and second world wars, that I find it hard that they died in spite of the recognition to follow, and may they long be remembered for their gutsy style and profound language.



THE WORKS OF TERCIL



Tercil, was by no way latin, more a nearly man, whose own diploma was a self taught human soul with lots of themes to spread.