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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!
Written by LokiOfLiterati
Published | Edited 30th Jun 2013
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