Bedwetting and bloodletting, A
Night she won't soon be forgetting.

In a windowless room with a thousand candles burning,
I'm at the incursion of learning the
twisting and turning in my wordings,
I'm so determined.

Recent telepathic conversations with interstellar installations causes titillation skin sensations

...I'm simply over oversimplifications....

....................Salutations.........­.....
The amalgamation of information will cause transformation,
Transmutation,
Transfiguration from my
out-of -this world publications of blood relations to star constellations....

Who would have known he would ever expose what he knows in flows that would reach both poles of the globe..

Between two pillars in a
sealed quantum field I reflect on all that is "real".

King Author....
among his scholarly scholars he moon walks across water yet even fewer with honor read the stone tablets of the stone craver.

In spite of all the parasites and fringed copy writes he recites with all his might his ancestral rites,...**** the hype about me being nice, I'm nice
Read my library twice then built a device to forgo this thing called light and found the meaning of life...

"His mind expands beyond **** sapiens' grasp..."..hope they overstand the Sumerian encoded floor plans I left in the middle of Sudan.
The next test is not that simple
Decode sound wave ripples from my uniforms invincible cuneiform symbols..

God has stirred my cosmic cells,
guiding me toward my future self.

If radio waves last forever then my membrane is ever under pressure to be clever in my writing endeavors
Study cosmology, sociology, and psychology which I use to determine the movement of societies and how the alignment of planetary bodies have an effect on a person's psyche
By will alone he can muster and utter a filibuster to his sentence structure but firmly rooted in his fears his message will never be crystal clear,
Who can I blame but myself, a mountain of mental wealth convoluted by bad cells and the ego of self

He cloned his own skin
to make his own twin just to
see who would win in a battle of hymns

The trace elements in his sentences are a testament to the perfectionist penmanship...

This is how it will happen, you will burn all your copy written captions then out of the smoke and ashes you will pledge allegiance to the Phoenix Dragon...

"Who would have known coded ELF tones,
Bluetooth pulses and flickering strobes
Could sync with the mind and hijack control?"

His flow chart,
Mozart
as he describes all its mechanical parts and enacts any of its mystifying arts

Fusion and fission prevent the floating,
Contorting,
Glowing
Oak
Ark from falling apart,
My own little personal trademark work of art

"I must mention my reflections
In selecting my rhythm section—
An art collection with a cello reception,
An immaculate conception
Of a handwritten weapon."

A Maestro of the hymns
A masterful blend of woodwinds, strings, percussion and
violins, you should
hear them sing

The mourning morning star that fell hides his feelings well by inhaling the chemical chemtrail from his blunts entrails.
That was just one line from one page in his book of dark tales, Sound the air raid bells he's been set free from his subterranean cell in a bottomless well with a non mediocrity philosophy for sale...

"Midnight visits of protoplasmic
Spirits from Mount Olympus" is just a snippet of the exquisite lyrics your brain cortex couldn't mimic

This may sound insane but
the Mage hydroplanes as he
spits profane propane.
Oh how they now look at me a certain way when I display just a little of the knowledge that I've gained but off stage for minimum wage, what calcified the pineal gland in your brain gets removed and tossed away, then for 40 nights and 40 days in a cave under the Mastaba plain the Sage used a lyrical array of radio waves to wash your D.N.A , then like molding clay put you back together again..

( Mastaba plain is located by the pyramids in Egypt)

A collage montage of black beard gods
    of Asgard who come from afar to teach
              you how to spit these bars...

"The captain’s logs,
a catalog of binary beats and bars,
The grim wars of grimoire—
peace and brawls, my most technical so far.
How stars are born from curious fogs,
A force that shapes us all—gravitational laws."

Grey figure with rainbow wings,
Sadden hymns are the song she sings,.
To capture her sins, who else but him cloned her skin to make new wings because she doesn't believe she would ever fly again.

Recited infinite
amount of rhymes,
an infinite
amount of times,
Performed sublime symbols and signs
in a stone mason shrine.
baptize with corn oil and wine,
he was born with the sign of divine blood line.
The leader in receiving messages from the ether,
the most faithful believer,
The most
powerful preacher,
the most
talented speaker.

As the end soon approaches, read his macadocious magnaopus and how like Moses he was chosen to split oceans open when he sling slogans to the Most High God in a Poem..

The captains logs
are a catalog of
binary beats and
bars,
The grim wars of grimoire,
Peace and brawls and my
most technical so far,
How the birth of stars grow from curious fogs have an effect on us all through gravitational laws.( gravity and aging)

Bombarding the commons with
uncommon comments like
" the foretold prophet will return behind a hydrogen comet in a unidentified flying object", made me a target of
The National Defense's Departments, Black Op Projects.

All he ever wanted was his
pensive to be intensive and
extensive. The empirical evidence in
my sentences show no apprenticeship membership in these type of hollow tipped penmanship.

With no lyrical "Father",
The ***** collared pauper swallowed his honor with a quarter of ****** water,  Subjected himself to alchemical horrors yet never faltered to become a famous author.

All this just to be the best.
He now inhale's his breath,
Spectacular specs drawn up without missing a step, "Yes, I'm blessed discreet yet hard pressed I behest and attest my scriptures are grotesque."      

Writer's block now apparently
shattered and scattered. The Latin metaphor master now control's even the smallest particulate matter in all his chapters for maximum brain splatter of grey matter.

Riding
            a golden diamond island on
        the fringes of an event horizon, the
            God of impeccable rhyming and
                    immaculate writing
                comes with glad tidings...

Your scriptures are only exceeded by your process of thought but your talk of blunt fume exhaust has alot non smokers lost",
then clarity,
The insane insanity of alchemical alchemy was the main gadgetry to prevent physical agony from treasonous strategies....

Knowledge is the Universe ******* in your Mind....

I speak of quantum, spirits, space and time in my rhymes because i have Devine cells inside this veins of mine...

For he only wanted to be a King in
the eyes of his Queen, living the dream with
His Goddess supreme.

The Chosen stands ready to show you all his omens.
They misunderstood what was spoken,
So he peeled his skin open, explosion of orgone from organs
Just to show you all the knowledge he's been holding.

we drink, we laugh,
blunts and ash.
I grab her *** in a mineral bath as biology and chemistry now hits critical mass.

Though the attic's antics are
sporadic and unbalanced, he still chisels a fantastic ceramic tablet of
non-pragmatic mathematics,
hydro- and thermo-dynamic body mechanics— and that's not all...

In the eye of a storm, he sings his songs above a gold-drawn hexagon.
This is where I belong...

In a crystal capsule,
it's so natural
to call forth
the powers of the supernatural,
with mixed mineral
granules
to make these rhymes magical.

Behold...

From a cold throne in a stronghold of old,
an amulet in the shape of a
skull and crossbones—
he can turn a nonbeliever into stone.

...Welcome to the Terror Dome.

He offered up his son and daughter in alphabetical order as offerings to the alter he built on the Rock of Gibraltar.
Oh the alchemical horrors,
In the charter of King Author's Magna Carta...
© 3 months ago, King Author