Blessed Be The Mess Of Me~

this is your brain~this is your brain high on rhythmic language~oy vey! =)~

From the jaded tower

girl of jade devoured

honey, mead, and lies and jewels

while she feigned at being fooled

by a fool, a jester red

before the Dragon’s senescence

peeling scales and gripping teeth

through a juniper and berry wreath

slide through

glide through

braids cast over

for a mad girl  men called Clover

while the knight in armor gray

look confused, called it a day

on a steed he trotted off

away from princess in belle jar

tweaking symbols til they slipped

from the pages in her grip

scattered story

bled in glory

am I not the perfect quarry?

well then listen, lean in close

juxtaposed

with rhythm cymbals clashing fair

apart a maiden in her flair

stain the forehead

smudge the lips

grab the fairy by her hips

as Rapunzel goes about

tending days of evil sprouts

water

feed

and tip toward son

galvanized

tipsy on rum

spinning

dervish

toy top

boy swap

undernourished

buried in a hatters mad

she’s a wild child, he’s a cad

how did we get from there

to here

neural pops in disrepair

conflagration

brainstem

next stop! cerebellum deviations

running

sunning every cell

against the trunk

of oak I swell

pull the wing threads from my spine

recline me deep in his old side

hear me

see me

crush me

free me

bind me to the prayer wheel

oh!

blessed be

the mess of me!

 

 

 

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Reviews

[LilyT]

I'd love to roll around in your mind, but somehow I think there's a whole lot of sharp stuff hidden under all these gourmet poetic petite fours. You knocked it out of the ball park and straight into space with this incredible craziness. Actually what you've done is open the door wide as hell to other writers to chew through their own preconceptions about what rhyme is.




toy top

boy swap

undernourished

buried in a hatters mad

she’s a wild child, he’s a cad

how did we get from there

to here

neural pops in disrepair

conflagration

brainstem

next stop! cerebellum deviations

running

sunning every cell

against the trunk

of oak I swell


Lovin this particular part!

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

Some very cleaver phrasing and play on words... what a way of expressing just how lost we can get emotionally and intellectually in this mad mad world.

[Liza]

Oooooolala recline me deep in his old side...prayer wheel. What a delightful spin of senses

[Ed Hart]

blessed be the grace of you
the trace and space and place of you
that from the fret of heart's regret
you dance and sing and pirouette
for those of us who come your way
with these lines you bless this day

[FireWoman]

A fast paced trippy trip through your neurons firing faster than a speeding bullet. You put the U in unique with this peek into your thought process explaining the way you naturally view things in a wicked rap from your hood. Lily hit the nail on the head, this is extraordinary work!
You time WILL come, no dragon, no children, nothing but YOU & what you really want. It shall be if you truly want it.

[John Patrick Robbins AK..]

really good use of ryhme and a very slick read so to speak hell im a fan very well done my friend Cheers Gonzo

[Aidz]

And in the mess I too ended up, all the while imbibing from the honey mead.

Mm sure Im on those meds too ;)

[David W Moore III]

I think I got spun around. Should have held on while reading. Maybe soulja boy could use this one on the cd since he's taking off the offensive one. No. Too much thought and soul put in this. No wusses need apply. Their brainstems cannot untie, unravel truth from lie. At the bottom of a pint of ale, glinting through the billowing veil. A gem a stone glowing pale. Pulsing, convulsing, hear it anima mundi sing.

[Robin]

electrodazzling ! synapses firing in hemispherical deliciousness and tip toe pop pop pop firecracker cadence ~ the amygdala is singing =)~