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Final Score

I long to track light fear    
But something's in the trenches    
Heavier than the stenches    
Of sticky blood smear.    
   
The mere mention and all I hear    
Is a ringing in my ears.    
Some dear mon cher, it's clear    
Meets her ancestral procession tonight.    
   
After a vessel projection in my sight?    
I fight but despite the best of my protection    
She's uncreation's reflection.    
I fucking hate it when murder blesses its interjections    
   
Into poetic discussion    
Instead of simply crushing    
Opponents skulls in.    
Slay to win    
   
Until lesser predators stay in,    
Only sinning within,    
Growing weaker and then,    
Meeting the Reaper spent...      
   
Early like Confederate tin,    
Bent to curlies like smoke streams at their rim.    
Killing keeps you thin.    
Adverse to my whims    
   
A mystery worse than my pen    
Is right near, with sight unclear.    
   
Illumination self-blinding    
Like the over-information    
In Plato's Great Escape mine scene    
Minus Steve McQueen.  
   

Fuck allegorical humiliation    
All the more for introspective invasion.    
Even the score or change the station.    
   
Ooooooh... fear tracking's back on!    
Vision still gone.    
Enemy unknown blown that one.    
Listening for thickening voices of terror,    
   
Sickening choices, riveting inches from error.  
Whosoever Hunts Monsters, too close to compare,    
No room to share what isn't there.    
Not tonight mon cher,    
   
You're my only vice that's ever been right,    
The one price I can't spare.    
I'd sooner post you on the Dark Side of the Moon,    
Guarded by Victor Doom, safer for you there.    
   
Too close to home this unknown scare.    
Still deaf with the ringing    
But the tingling in my ears    
Tells me I'm near    
   
While reliance in the science    
Of any sense keeps making it disappear!    
   
Fuck that for flack!    
If Fear's source prime    
Has a mind off the track    
Like CalvinBall on crack?    
   
We can play like that!    
Watterson wasn't the only whack    
Who talked smack in sonnets    
To expel demons of reason    
   
Screaming mental vomit.    
I'm on it strong    
Twice as wrong off the track.    
Trimming a vellum map    
   
'Til it talks back    
Like the bleat from the spirit of the sheep    
Exposed complete    
Even the undead fall into my beat!    
   
My crusading pages are black and white and red all over.    
Like a burlap sack of pandas,    
Biting your head off the shoulders,    
Leaving your legacy bare!    
   
My songs attack to dare    
Like an insomniac's nightmare.    
Wherever wrong is at    
Like a mom on crack I'm right there!    

A maze of interconnected prospective playthings    
Splintering at the nexus from rage.    
Infectious plague traded for protective prayers.    
Slay your babies across the page    
   
'Til it burns blank    
Like how Tiananmen Square turned    
After Sherman tanks.    
But malice in memory banks    
   
Returns like Alice to Wonderland.    
Checking in on a promise,    
Onus abated after fictional creation's reclamation.    
The heckling of subconscious created    
   
Fates of imagination    
Spurns for prospective station    
Like Schroedinger's nullifying science's defiance    
At the Nth generation.    
   
So what the Hell's coming back for me?    
Touch, taste and smell picking up slack    
By exponential degrees.    
Such a waste of potential in three    
   
(In case you didn't catch iconoclastic threats for free.)    
   
A classic re-shaping for escapism,    
Erasing rakish coquettes,    
Faceless vets, hopeful corrected convicts.    
Appetites whetted of royalty's ravenous pets,    
Erasing names and faces they digest!    
   
"Stop replacing the text,    
You're riffing time and space frets    
Like the late space cadet    
From the Grateful Dead.    
Skip the talented tip of the wit text,    
Get to what's next!"
   
A step I touch,    
Mon cher's breath escapes,    
I taste like her body rush,    
Heatwave push    
   
Taking too much.    
Bloodrush.    
Fear swells.    
This I smell.    
   
Slack for three so what the Hell's coming back for me?    
   
Shit that can tell I wasn't bragging in the breeze    
About 3's hanging from trees earlier in this nursery.    
ConTENT that dragon-wit blurs    
It's hardly the worst of me.    
   
CONtent past my own consent    
Like pumping chronic    
Through the air vents of a convent.    
Same common sense consequence:    
   
Repression comes alive.    
Obsession runs past discussion to strive.    
Lessons from demons of less coherent creators drive    
Less cohesive pride    
   
To undress before rising tide,    
Naked nuns no longer fighting what's inside.    
   
So I'm exposed in mental nudity.    
My prose in spiritual fluidity    
Flows with eventual agility    
Past preventative captivity.    
   
It knows all of we, but grows in some of us.    
Shows when turning to rust    
That streaming water chatters,    
Vibrating all it scatters,    
Remaking walls shattered.    
   
Lost creations swallowed into dark matter,    
Escaping like the Mad Hatter.    
Empty space won't keep a gaze to my face    
Or find my soul to swallow whole!    
   
Set me before the gallows pole and watch me create.    
I'll fill my sandy space  
Like land was my pallet in a palace of grace.    
Dark matter won't find me to shatter,    
   
Writing ahead of my mind's own splatter.    
My mind takes a ride.    
I wake and rise,    
Unsurprised to have survived 'til sunrise.    
   
Just luck for Loki of Literati...        
   
Holy fuck I'm floating, where's my body?!
Written by LokiOfLiterati
Published | Edited 4th Dec 2015
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