I once scrungled a tungus, dubbed Binglo Bungus,
Whose cungles were trungly, and cuds cumpily cunk.
But his drungles did fungle, so sadly he bungled,
And without hesitation, he glunked.

Four fingles he fangled, when, biggaly bangled,
Approached not a crowd, but an army of glimps.
And they clinkled his binkle, as he chinkily changled,
But The Bungus stopped not for the bimps.

He dringled those hob-glimps! Their ****** was drompled!
Their pebuses, feeble, buckled under the frung.
And he chungled their drungles, with fury he plungled.
To this day, not a glimp stands to cung.

But his fangling, untrungled, was far from the fringus,
And he fangled on forward another five flinks.
On the fifth flink, he bebussed, as his fangle was pepis,
So he humpled the drumpling ****.

Sir Bungus fangled homeward, his blumpus was tungled.
His drungles rejonked, for the fungling was done.
They erected a frangus to plingus The Bungus,
And the drumpling **** that he'd won.

Don't defy the clarinet, its keys are awful sharp.
Don't attempt to struggle 'gainst the plucking of the harp.
Don't strike at the chin-rest of the nimble violin.
Let their sounds ****** you, breathe in deeply and give in.

Let your eyelids flutter as the bass punches away.
Drift off into slumber as the horns start their foray.
Dream of passing pleasantries, and don't mind the bassoons.
Why supply rejoinders when the sounds solicit swoons?

I stare at the eyes
of the man with no face,
his fingers like tendrils
that weave mortal fates.

A long slender tongue,
which doesn't exist,
slides into my mouth
and I cannot resist.

A pitiful yelp,
and a desperate gasp,
serve only to feed
our vile attack.

Into my throat
we continue to ******,
penetrating the mind
while defiling trust.

But I'm no longer me.
With a flick of my wrist,
I dispose of my corpse;
I no longer exist.

Feast your eyes, rise, despise,
the rot, the flies, the rancid lies.
Open up, surprise! And I've
revised the prize; you're hypnotized.

A penny for your thoughts? Except,
your two cents just aren't worth a dime.
Time is money, money's time,
so save your own and don't waste mine.

Harmonize. Colonize.
Celebrate our enterprise!
Minimize the overhead,
micromanage overdrive!

Open your mouth, what's inside?
Teeth, a tongue, and right beside,
Rotten flesh, festering, dried,
Promises you've been denied.

Love, a fleeting sense of place.
Face to face, a gaze like lace.
To race, not based upon a chase,
But racing to a warm embrace.

Yet cyberspace, it's commonplace,
becomes the place of love's showcase.
Disgrace. Replacing contact?
Ones and zeroes in a database.

Ah, and now for the inevitable,
the matrimony of The Heavens and Earth.
Perhaps, in your world, opposites attract.
In mine? They collide, leaving nothing but dirt.

But dirt can be fertile, O Mother of Saplings.
When water meets fire, they both dissipate.
The heat of the fire makes steam of the water,
their furious passion, such romance creates.

And hence comes the rhythm, miraculous rhyme.
Voices pierce heaven, as if shattering time.
Inhale the aroma of lust-addled bodies.
Give into sensation, thy spirit, sublime.

Eternity passes, the afterglow burns.
Adjourned, our meeting, though realized supreme,
united emotions, my lovely addiction.
Methylenedioxymethamphetamine.

To place a name upon me,
define me, make me real,
you first must claim to own me,
is this how fake you feel?

I see you from the mirrors,
but windows, to me, blind.
Then who do I appear for?
An unsuspecting mind?

I SIP YOUR FLOWING ICHOR.
YOUR BLEEDING SETS ME FREE.
YOUR WOUNDS, TO ME, ARE JUSTICE.
Soon I shall dwell with thee.

A sparkle in a puddle,
a star, reflected dim,
could set my form on fire,
and change my "me" to "him".

I've spent time in the forest,
and freezing in the snow,
to clear my mind of evil,
yet have nothing to show,
my anxious mind yet wanders,
to places I can't know,
and often faintly ponders
just who, to you, I show.

Sweet despair, my midnight mistress, oh how you ignite my passions.
Tribulations infinite spawn manufacts divine.
Complicated algorithms this machine in turmoil fashions,
Weaving, chipping, sieving for a-natural design.

Self-destructive operations tend, the mind, to overwhelm.
Hearty incantations of the spirit, yet, defend.
Pushed beyond his limits, one may wonder-wander to the helm.
Ship's upon doomed missions make their course until their end.

Artificers carve away, their craft: idyllic aestheticians.
Strings that pull on spirits may yet siphon their morale.
Lovers bound in honeymoon reveal themselves unseen magicians,
Summoning forth beauty when the sky itself grows stale.

Bittersweet nostalgia offers weary minds a rest from toil.
Soil seeps between the cracks of memories forgot.
Thunderous infernos, in their glory, burn a shade most royal,
Razor blades, defiant, iterate on what they're not.

And shall it seem a meaning to this story yet remains untold,
Let yourself be made aware; you've yet to see the tale unfold.

Warm milk in the afternoon
Can shatter stars, and in full bloom,
Reveals intentions, bastardized,
To soften hearts and dry wet eyes.
Approach a topic gently, so
As not to break the status quo.
Possessed by spirits, friends of thine,
You call her name to stagger time.
Branches snap and branches sway,
Such is Nature's present way.
Beneath the sky, beneath the son,
prevented by what's not yet done.
Temporary breath and soul
Consume the mind, assume control.
To fight for freedom is your task.
Complete it, this is all I ask.
But I'm no god, and I'm no master.
How can I control a *******?
Teeth tear flesh, and by the end,
Death makes its mark. Your heart to rend.

Seems they all know your name.
But I can't say the same.
The lack of reciprocity could drive me insane!
I've been reading your mind.
Set your brain to rewind.
I've a billion different faces, each and every divine.
Some which can't be defined,
And if I need remind,
Some could snap and peel your skin off like an orange's rind.
Aboriginal gene,
Selfish as can be seen,
Of Narcissus and a sickness, you'd be found in between.
Pagan faithful, a corpse.
Uninhibit remorse.
Take a look inside your mouth, and you look just like a horse!
I've been watching you walk,
And I've heard how you talk.
I've observed you as your face learned how to tick like a clock.
I'm unable to fear,
But now as you draw near,
I realize that I don't know what happens when you get here.