Poem written at new years

Tell me not when thought encumbers,

The whole state of your scene,

Though wisdom wakes where wisdom slumbers,

Though beholds life's precious beam.

Deceivers tired us,

Trying our precious fate,

Man falls on his own lust,

Authoring that hellish hate.

Thou shall not kill,

Thou shall love thy neighbor still,

Fill your soul with wonder lust,

And find some means to take your fill,

Every sunshine hearkens men,

The white moon a gentle mam,

Zazel and pan lost in a fen,

Azure sisters romantic misters and the son of man.

The divine mundane effeminate man,

Spring a loathing Witch-hazel Fear,

Set and setting as was the plan,

Its vein truth I hold so dear.

In love and love,

The skies above,

The trees below there sits the dove.

A Corvid only lives some years,

To see a play of jolly tears,

Nesting fires in their wings

Croaking with grim lullabies.

The wife foredooms the din of truth,

Making up for whats uncooth.

The sun burns bright in a din

The moon makes me want to sing

I feel the Half-gods Plagiarize my soul,

With things they thought ought,

Like things they thought they sought,

Take your fill of the draught

Inhaling love like dragons blood,

In love, death, and the flood.

In each his own fire

I feel you through the sandle wood.

Promises are like the sun,

Sometimes they set but rise again,

Like guardians and next of kin,

Like friends you never see again.

Do not great god depart away,

Lest I sleep the sleep of death,

But on my temples blest please keep,

The shores of your comfort sweet.

Blessed be, manifest peace,

Enlighten my eyes like the sun of the east,

Endeavoring still to feel your release

Here I sit with Themes and Orion,

Giving praise to the most holy on Zion,

Blessed be, manifest peace, Enlighten my eyes like the sun of the east

The stoic explained about all that was complained,

To take away injury I offer your victory to others,

Does one remove thine mote from his eye in front of his brothers?

Whats light in mine if not light in an other.

O holy night, His saintly visage is too bright,

Time that absolutist with her dogma encroached

I give atonement for all iv reproached.