SONNETS 85 and 86

Sonnet 85-Is it for statusquo,to wet this adamantine's stranglehold,that thou thee vilest repproach'd in the forays of bunkered time? if thou clueless,then shalt thou daisy kick to its negligence,A lifetime will mince thee like a waif and wanderlust sunk at sea;the world will then thy worst foe ever be, That thou no impact make of thee dunghill metaphors stare thee blank in the face,When every of thy left behind,nebulous history bairns canst not bristled to thy postem self a mentee,By history's eyes,her vilous quagmire thrown thee in disrepute

Behold,what unthrifty Romeo in the world doth this Julliet conjugate,Remorse but this rarer,for yet still the world relishes machiavelli so much more,But distant light hath in this nebula still a fugitive like freedom faraway,And pollute kept still,the contagion so serri'd bumper to bumper,pillage metropolitans,No rampart towards the relief of this precipitous cliff,in that trickles trickle sits still that on bunkered time,such frivolities shambolic persist,Seeking bounteous guille,unfairer to ruinate art pleas'd them clueless sapiens to dwell,which to mend'st astray,shouldst their presidency persist

Sonnet 86a-O puppet not thy straightjacket'd heels that thou mayest thy nebula as puppylove cast beneath seashore,Shall the precedence be fouler in thy eyes than the precipitate?Be as thy precedence be,precocious and precognitive,Or to thy preconceived impulse at full pelt a predetermin'd oddyssey:Make thee lords over unwont'd rays,for greymarised precision,when hurled at obtuse angle.

Sonnet.86b-That precis still at thy vantage may elude thee at all times sword of damocles,O that thyself be thyself,summon introspection at sagacious hours,and your sweet semblance with memory,distill thee beyond auntsallies of this gaunchy cloud,of an hollistic form to bear,When unfair roses at rot,sloth thy prestige at the vilest brooks,shall thy personage uphold.