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Dimensional Hopping
There’s no sense in stopping
When I’m dimensional hopping
Other me’s share sentences to drop in!
My mind combines blues
Uncovered behind the scenes.
Truth shudders when rhymed like no other,
Floating like a schooner
Without a rudder
Across an ocean of dreams.
No sooner discovered
Then buried by stuttering
Censors hoping to ream
And rot every secret I sought.
So discretely I fought
With horrorverse carols, vastly.
Like F. Scott Fitzgerald’s Gatsby's
Mindset my frets invested
Dead-set against regret
Flipping pyramids,
Tipping fears outbid,
Slipping years hid,
Reversing back
On a cursed track
There’s no sense in stopping
When I’m dimensional hopping
Other me’s share sentences to drop in!
Without rehearsal.
Aghast the curse
Grabs me ghastly
Gabbing fast before they catch me.
Outlasting, fast-scatting,
Clout crashing the bigger picture
Triggered by shouts whispered
Without hesitation or quiver.
Practicing diving
Into crimson tide without splashing.
Winsom inside while crashing.
Lose some rhythm to the ride cash in.
Choosing to be fearless
For the experience
Vision blasts me.
Grinning for the clearance
Chastise me for mayhem
Wisdom is my payment
Making my statement
Like great meant were meant to be.
My words impure are sure to implore.
Exploring coordinates of ordnance,
Well-read with a hellbound billowing mist
Formulated chance. Fell down dead
Spellbound loosening urge
There’s no sense in stopping
When I’m dimensional hopping
Other me’s share sentences to drop in!
Using Gutenberg’s plans
Like a hellhound’s articulated dance.
Vindicated stance, closing in on misted over
Craters from explosions from verbal motions.
My prose never misses
But blows notions vicious,
Opening your dome quickly
Pictures devilishly delicious
When I spit this. Lyrically sick,
Fearlessly clearing past interference,
Like a glass ceiling
Raining sharp tacks of hail.
Like shards flying from my hands
Wagering attacks faster
Than a shark’s sandpaper tail.
There’s no sense in stopping
When I’m dimensional hopping
Other me’s share sentences to drop in!
When I’m dimensional hopping
Other me’s share sentences to drop in!
My mind combines blues
Uncovered behind the scenes.
Truth shudders when rhymed like no other,
Floating like a schooner
Without a rudder
Across an ocean of dreams.
No sooner discovered
Then buried by stuttering
Censors hoping to ream
And rot every secret I sought.
So discretely I fought
With horrorverse carols, vastly.
Like F. Scott Fitzgerald’s Gatsby's
Mindset my frets invested
Dead-set against regret
Flipping pyramids,
Tipping fears outbid,
Slipping years hid,
Reversing back
On a cursed track
There’s no sense in stopping
When I’m dimensional hopping
Other me’s share sentences to drop in!
Without rehearsal.
Aghast the curse
Grabs me ghastly
Gabbing fast before they catch me.
Outlasting, fast-scatting,
Clout crashing the bigger picture
Triggered by shouts whispered
Without hesitation or quiver.
Practicing diving
Into crimson tide without splashing.
Winsom inside while crashing.
Lose some rhythm to the ride cash in.
Choosing to be fearless
For the experience
Vision blasts me.
Grinning for the clearance
Chastise me for mayhem
Wisdom is my payment
Making my statement
Like great meant were meant to be.
My words impure are sure to implore.
Exploring coordinates of ordnance,
Well-read with a hellbound billowing mist
Formulated chance. Fell down dead
Spellbound loosening urge
There’s no sense in stopping
When I’m dimensional hopping
Other me’s share sentences to drop in!
Using Gutenberg’s plans
Like a hellhound’s articulated dance.
Vindicated stance, closing in on misted over
Craters from explosions from verbal motions.
My prose never misses
But blows notions vicious,
Opening your dome quickly
Pictures devilishly delicious
When I spit this. Lyrically sick,
Fearlessly clearing past interference,
Like a glass ceiling
Raining sharp tacks of hail.
Like shards flying from my hands
Wagering attacks faster
Than a shark’s sandpaper tail.
There’s no sense in stopping
When I’m dimensional hopping
Other me’s share sentences to drop in!
Published 1st Jul 2012
| Edited 30th Jun 2013
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