Aaah Precious Panic



Precious panic cuckold of chambray
Blug the plug the blunt puck notwithstanding humming randy feral & smug
In a day I sought due recourse for killed an'mitsy all 'a' brightened and layed
But the ghosts of Mithril citadels and ghouls and wraiths danced of it in the forever more
Not by once or dawning hurt blank souls revenant from Hades
But the grief derived denizens reprieve the good book and armistice were born of it and ...the various shades
East rassled the wisps the vines curdled and cuddled beasts bane beats of the heart that cuts loose
re-countanance floor to columns' heights through the rain
I not Holier I than the trenchaunt sly folio that's I standing with I in spite of myself
Such good waits for cues on heinous delving redundancies
as easily as it was first thought to be by pain and panic.... cast out

Hyper or hyperbole domes of gladed with gaff enables by breeze through broken panes shouldering voracity of greener energy than unborn of saucers nature of beauty asked green granulars webs of pin dot loess fell witness that Gods beauty was nigh bestows with greatness developed worms worlds and wheedles times until victory defeat remain affixed ....who shall join light & freedman night as we saunter through this future redoubt?

Resonance of review, the rank scalpels under muddied blood  
Mottled cusps, light grungy- finding & winding its flaunt of the grim
effect of letting its presence  flood the room
Ichor blaze'  synchronous blots dotting and chocking of Gods cuts
found by the wounded exculpated guts whom accept the flails bruised
  by emotion waiting for the list to be finalized
Then the eyes given girth yes the next touch gums at your blendered
fingers... swaths, nerve endings, impudence kin defending
You end the day in futility harrowing shrieks
bold whistle of cheeks of devils and banshees can't flout
You have envisioned truth you are a living burnout

See if the first was fear
Until that last was supermarket beer
The buttress is golems and frights and fomentation in lacey tights
Body lowers as girth widens
but that's physics
only spiritually
it will always be
the other way round inimically 'apprise them'
As standing tall is subterfuge
And as time is wasting and the waist it is defying
It is all undue

& either flowery bowery butchery cynical slithery maniacal
Co eccentric-cism caught the common cohabitation
Tarnish on the door of morn and in night
Or on another day of looking at tattered floors debuted so sinister
yet book end dull receding is
Candle light
The flickers in brain wish wash and forlorned
then senses inane
and finnigan begin again
What else can one say?

That which I have none of ...yet...
fulcrum discount drudging its way through
Mortis cank luster ulterior architecture of neural Flax,
plying and weeding superfluous eventide drenched of light reflecting Silver portraying Black...
These are not one dash to a door to walk through and be done or leave but only focusing chalice of the daily usurpations
...  securely as both stalagmite and stalactite hampering a winding path through daily life..
It can't be fashioned of only of Baphomet or Arc Angels
its of a truth inside complexity
There indeed exists a subject moot, simply that it has to exist, Gratitude.

What timely threshold taints the sunrise, yet
   soon should I find an evening?
No more the territory of all truth
than conniving chops of every feral militant dream...

Yet energy and activity, a vast proficiency,
   though embattled ensnare the owners of me
    with purpose and flair for the extreme

O moment too bold, yet forever in possession of transcendence
   true detente between the existent selves and the fantasy you

I am the sky
I am the sea
I am the reverberations of a deep deep blue.

With little beguilement a scowl made
    she was revenant
Two swirling worlds eyes topaz and navy blue
   our thoughts began but time had been spent

Years are only derived through yuletide alarms when relished
and so they've passed me yet to exist,
   not ******, for better times I'll wish

Old charms aren't sipped satiny sanctuary nogs
or weaponry candies stout performed and **** warmed
  amuck in grandeur and hope, mud to hogs

Yet irregularly checked that all went off nice and with a northern star
   resolutions are pixies' vent turning crystal, tinsel  that glitters  not
      gold  isn't far

Can one develop first and fair tree between the past and now
what must be ?

The image of  our Holidays a family and you and me?