Expressionism Self Portrait.

Expressionism Self Portrait.

Dolce 'gentle, I be'st a being tis most swotie,

An old courteous one on thee float of swanaz,

to breathe in embroider'd love eall abonder,

thee vestal leoht in thy blushing eyes,

thy brightness of thee smila conceals not,

thy fond crystal hlǣfdīġe of modest concern,

weeping disposition thy fairest cuore fuels,

dost thy not know'st thee herald andswaru that questions thyself?

a wynce is but a hence in the land of poetry all a flaw'd,

behold the shadow as tis toss's thy expressionist asyde,

bij a golden brush what shalle thine think of next?

a pen, a string,a thing between thy distill'd fingers most moist,

O' foul devouring creature that corrupts thou untrimm;d words ever lost,

thee expressionist thou ignorant terrain thou now treads by thyself,

witheryng beneath thy vapors of thou's breath stretch'd offenc's insults last,

thy trueself is never seen ultimate cost,

lascivious mirros cover'd, vulgar reflections reflect'd,

O' mortal expressionist time travel to thy time everlasting see,

here and there, past and future expressionists never cease to sayl thee seven seas,

hither to thy banquet where swagger with thee beggar is forever conduct'd ballades be,

to seek to embrace thy love that most shallen never meet!

thee expressionist tips thy crescent endear'd hat,

ac bids all a prize of manners that eall should ev'r seek!

Steve.D.Hammond.

Done