Three word inspiration.
maniacal, homily, pontificate,
always acting maniacal
like its the end of the world
hung on there homily
catchy tunes
empathy inspiration
better left alone
when he pontificate they will listen
and when he runs
they will follow
even into
the dark
iniquity, flourish, inspiration,
always acting maniacal
like its the end of the world
hung on there homily
catchy tunes
empathy inspiration
better left alone
when he pontificate they will listen
and when he runs
they will follow
even into
the dark
iniquity, flourish, inspiration,
Iniquity, flourish, inspiration
On his knees jumbled words
of fear and supplications
to his God to forgive
his iniquity, he cried
He saw the flutters of wings
flourish behind the sacristy
he cried harder
he didn't want to go to hell
This whiner is an inspiration
for would be brats
who want to achieve obnoxious
In their daily lives.
Gramophone, lingering, pumpernickel
On his knees jumbled words
of fear and supplications
to his God to forgive
his iniquity, he cried
He saw the flutters of wings
flourish behind the sacristy
he cried harder
he didn't want to go to hell
This whiner is an inspiration
for would be brats
who want to achieve obnoxious
In their daily lives.
Gramophone, lingering, pumpernickel
Gramophone, lingering, pumpernickel
As he sits in the corner
inside the rugged old bar
why'll the gramophone humming in the background
he felt a presence lingering amongst him
he darted around and there, right there
she was just glancing his way
the chills down his back
just from her stare, was electrifying
I can smell her from here
like sweet vanilla and pumpernickel
from all things
it lured him in, like a bass on a pole
oh though eyes captured his soul
Axerophthol, Bafflingness, Kore
As he sits in the corner
inside the rugged old bar
why'll the gramophone humming in the background
he felt a presence lingering amongst him
he darted around and there, right there
she was just glancing his way
the chills down his back
just from her stare, was electrifying
I can smell her from here
like sweet vanilla and pumpernickel
from all things
it lured him in, like a bass on a pole
oh though eyes captured his soul
Axerophthol, Bafflingness, Kore
when their fires burn, it's then, when they yearn for things unthinkable:
slay the bunny, slit its throat and fist its neck
then gloat when you feel its heart stop and yank it out
then spread it like honey on a fresh baked pumpernickel
there's an odious residue lingering from the last time
and they can tell you exactly who was swooning from the gramophone
and who grew the golden grapes
oops my bad
Axerophthol, Bafflingness, Kore
slay the bunny, slit its throat and fist its neck
then gloat when you feel its heart stop and yank it out
then spread it like honey on a fresh baked pumpernickel
there's an odious residue lingering from the last time
and they can tell you exactly who was swooning from the gramophone
and who grew the golden grapes
oops my bad
Axerophthol, Bafflingness, Kore
Anonymous
Lost in Translation
(Axerophthol, Bafflingness, Kore)
Visually diluted
Bafflingness overwhelms
Axerophthol deficient
My inspiration adrift
Blanketed by the twilight
Enlightenment entangled
Euphoria is denied
From statuesque deitic Kore
Viscosity Convoluted existential
(Axerophthol, Bafflingness, Kore)
Visually diluted
Bafflingness overwhelms
Axerophthol deficient
My inspiration adrift
Blanketed by the twilight
Enlightenment entangled
Euphoria is denied
From statuesque deitic Kore
Viscosity Convoluted existential
Anonymous
Impasse
(Viscosity, Convoluted, Existential)
Grieved by the impasse in three
Existential sanity
Convoluted thoughts from me
Envisage viscosity
Our cognitive thoughts to see
Inspiration amity
We share in this potpourri
Of linguistic alchemy
Confusion Creative Containment
(Viscosity, Convoluted, Existential)
Grieved by the impasse in three
Existential sanity
Convoluted thoughts from me
Envisage viscosity
Our cognitive thoughts to see
Inspiration amity
We share in this potpourri
Of linguistic alchemy
Confusion Creative Containment
Creative containment how quaint!. Was there a confusion in the order form?
Hmm? I doubt it, seeing how I am the one who made the final order decision.
Maybe you should check charlie boy over there, he's been seen half in the bag on several occurrences! fire that bum already!
booger, toenail, salty
Hmm? I doubt it, seeing how I am the one who made the final order decision.
Maybe you should check charlie boy over there, he's been seen half in the bag on several occurrences! fire that bum already!
booger, toenail, salty
Harlot, Limp, Parachute
The house of pleasures
lighted with neons
promising wanton delight
the lure of the harlot
men seeking delight
of the flesh
even those limp
with their venereal disease
in greedy lustful thoughts
like a parachute falling
and disappearing into the abyss
they throw caution to the wind
Lantern, sire, phantasm
The house of pleasures
lighted with neons
promising wanton delight
the lure of the harlot
men seeking delight
of the flesh
even those limp
with their venereal disease
in greedy lustful thoughts
like a parachute falling
and disappearing into the abyss
they throw caution to the wind
Lantern, sire, phantasm
she used her lantern
to escape
she ran in the night
from her sire
horrified by his
phantasm
in fear
though stones
streams
running through woods
to escape
freedom
of a soul
captured inside
she runs...
blood-soaked, embrace, decay,
to escape
she ran in the night
from her sire
horrified by his
phantasm
in fear
though stones
streams
running through woods
to escape
freedom
of a soul
captured inside
she runs...
blood-soaked, embrace, decay,
blood-soaked, embrace, decay,
Stripping off her blood-soaked blouse
she went under the shower
to sluice it all down
she hated the smell
she used to enjoy
and embrace the art
of hunting, but no more
the odour was overpowering
the dead animal
reminded her of decay
putrid wastes unwanted
like road kill.
cyclone, gnashing, desperation
Stripping off her blood-soaked blouse
she went under the shower
to sluice it all down
she hated the smell
she used to enjoy
and embrace the art
of hunting, but no more
the odour was overpowering
the dead animal
reminded her of decay
putrid wastes unwanted
like road kill.
cyclone, gnashing, desperation
raging like a cyclone
so much angst towards the world
just the thought
of the people
sets him off
gnashing his teeth
wronged so many times
he try's to stay calm
happy
and nice
but he turns into
a raging mad man
setting fires
and starting riots
out of pure desperation.
anguish, slut, uncomfortable,
so much angst towards the world
just the thought
of the people
sets him off
gnashing his teeth
wronged so many times
he try's to stay calm
happy
and nice
but he turns into
a raging mad man
setting fires
and starting riots
out of pure desperation.
anguish, slut, uncomfortable,
anguish, slut, uncomfortable,
she spent hours in anguish
over leaving her job or not
she simply love babysitting
until her lady boss
called her a slut
That made her uncomfortable
she didn't like confrontation
so she just left after getting
her pay, tomorrow she would rest
and start looking for a job again
Bannister, bassinet, basset
she spent hours in anguish
over leaving her job or not
she simply love babysitting
until her lady boss
called her a slut
That made her uncomfortable
she didn't like confrontation
so she just left after getting
her pay, tomorrow she would rest
and start looking for a job again
Bannister, bassinet, basset
Bannister, bassinet, basset.
Sleeping soundly in her bassinet,
She seems like the image of innocence.
How could such a sweet little baby do wrong?
As the years go by,
She grows into an angel of a child,
Who can always be found with her baby basset hound, Chewy.
Time flies, and she's in her senior year of high school,
Daddy's spoiled little girl in a pink convertible,
Secretly dating the dark haired, bad boy.
Three days after graduation, she is on the stair case,
Holding the bannister for her dear life,
And staring at the positive pregnancy test.
Once an innocent little angel,
Now known as another stupid slut,
Another teen pregnancy.
So she cries to her father,
Begs him to help,
And he abandons her.
She runs to the bad boy toy,
Hoping he'll do what's right,
And he's boinking a new, dumb bimbo.
How could her life fall so far,
She had everything,
Money, love, and happiness.
Nine long months later,
She left her baby at a sitters,
And is out for the night.
She isn't partying though,
Instead she's out on a rooftop,
Ten stories high.
Just a few minutes later,
She was found ten stories down,
Laying dead on the cold, hard ground.
Sweet, depression, escape.
Sleeping soundly in her bassinet,
She seems like the image of innocence.
How could such a sweet little baby do wrong?
As the years go by,
She grows into an angel of a child,
Who can always be found with her baby basset hound, Chewy.
Time flies, and she's in her senior year of high school,
Daddy's spoiled little girl in a pink convertible,
Secretly dating the dark haired, bad boy.
Three days after graduation, she is on the stair case,
Holding the bannister for her dear life,
And staring at the positive pregnancy test.
Once an innocent little angel,
Now known as another stupid slut,
Another teen pregnancy.
So she cries to her father,
Begs him to help,
And he abandons her.
She runs to the bad boy toy,
Hoping he'll do what's right,
And he's boinking a new, dumb bimbo.
How could her life fall so far,
She had everything,
Money, love, and happiness.
Nine long months later,
She left her baby at a sitters,
And is out for the night.
She isn't partying though,
Instead she's out on a rooftop,
Ten stories high.
Just a few minutes later,
She was found ten stories down,
Laying dead on the cold, hard ground.
Sweet, depression, escape.
