Madman's Scribbles #13

Final scribble. I hope you enjoy it.

Psychedelic pallet of paladin palaces paradox in paradise cobblestone moxie atrocity bombarding sovereign armies of marmalade guillotines breathing exquisite widow-maker all forsaken devil breaker

Doomsday monsoon cruising maroon mutilation moonshine crystalline hands of time by the sand’s of rhyme, metabolic combination obelisk promises in lazurite cavernous canvas of animalistic shifting of history mythical whimsy

There’s so much love in the air

I feel it on my palms and in my songs, It rises like a dragonfly and cries star-screams on the sky, bottomless is life

I am a droplet of an opera of ocean purple opalescent with life writhing silence with the words of a hundred billion young that have yet to come, summer takes like a higher plane of the aether wavelength amber ambience avalanching motionless in the coastal bliss of photosynthesis

The phantasmic electricity prickling voltage of poltergeist satellites of spectral emeralds of emptiness pleasant to the impression of Empress imagination magical my spirit animal scrambling constricted scripture of obituary pages faded swaying vacant in faceless sea of memories swimming sweet swallowing uncontained ember rain embrace unending mandolins bandwagon stragglers magistrate craving unnamed creation chocolate cockatrice bohemian dreamland breathing evenly gleefully evergreen cemetery of thoughts colossal in the Sanskrit letterings of better days writing with a scythe of souls, a switchblade of impulse, a volcano of carrion, a marionette on a carousel in some omniscient ruin of ventriloquist hell, where vengeance yells, and the pendulum energy dissects my revenant’s echoes bellowing deceptions in my barrows, moss on my marrow

Author's Note

I very seldom reply to reviews, but I promise I read EVERY single one. I look forward to my next review, because it helps me learn. Even if it's just one word, I promise, I will be ecstatic to have the chance to hear what you have to say. Whenever you write something about my poems, or the themes of my poems, or criticize me it is not in vain. I will listen, learn and be thankful.