Wednesday 30 August 2017

Intrigue and beguile.



And it was that announcement I pronounced it dead
The life, the love, the relationship, the accident of the bag inflated said
Triple flipped over insipid, like a cludo lead pipeing in the study
Blood on the girlfriend that I can't cling onto anymore, the T bag could ya

I delved into the realms of an inebriated corpse like mind
A thousand fucking sunsets, a billion suns that rised
Whose
 the fucking bleeding, menstruated, period drama do you think I am besotted
I'm a small inner journey, just a fly on the wall, ready, to be swatted.

It can't wait any longer, this cream coloured under delivered
Shakespeare driven of a rhyme criminal, escapism, Houdini eating Hannibal liver
Danced on the grave, make it disappear in a magic trick
You'll never make the thousand fucking sunsets stick.

Cuddle up in the real time bubble that makes me an integral, inspirational fool
Another part of me that made me spread the legs of the fonz tapping on the jukebox of the cool
Do you know what I needed to do in order to get here
Do you realise the miscovered moss covered stone, feared and the latter globe of the Sphere

From my point of the psychological point of view when we walked through the tree laden park
Danced in the show, just to reveal I am who you are , awoken, up with the fucking bird if the lark
I don't even think I'm an individual, a casual , a human being
All seeing, all trying in the world all crying, tears and regression, fearing.

The next sentence, the next crime raid of my mind, wherever I only let her invade
Take a scalpel to my grey matter, doesn't matter, cut it up Lecter style with the sharpness of the blade
And I'll examine it, I'll look into the instrincial parts of my fucking mind
You might have qualified to cut, chop, circumcise the conscience brain dead blind

But I'm still fucking here, I'm still awake ready to roll to avoid the ultimate difference
I'm still jumping and dancing to carry through the life sentence
I'm a fucked up mess, a distress , a reveal that needed that forth wheel on the carriage
" you really should find another wife after the last one" another fucking challenge another fucking marriage.

Well fuck y'all I ain't playing this board game anymore , I'm going to play this game all alone
Because you don't have no superhero moves to offer me anymore, you're just a skimming on the pond stone
Bouncing, skipping, double lipping, sipping through a straw , because I broke your jaw, for suggesting,
You give my stomach acidic, regurgitated, infatuated, infestations.

And it was that pronouncement, i claimed it dead
I cut it up Lectar style, so the beast was fed
Just listen intently for a little while
I have so much to reveal. I'm the one who will intrigue and beguile.












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