Through my flaws, multiple mental doors and corridors
I've emerged with claws
No longer submerged but immersed in verse with laws
And now my jargon, is no longer hardened
Because I've harnessed the power of pardon
So excuse me, you cant refuse me
I'm here to defuse fumes and enthuse fools
Thus I can diffuse prosaic rules
I HOPE you compute me
And through my rhythmic lyrics
Decipher my hyperboles & homilies
As I shake the seismology of your psychology
And then I compose prose
So your vacuous, not fatuous souls
Can become whole and grow old
'Cause I'm infatuated with the demise of cries
Thus even in my secreted diatribes
I give sight through lines of rhymes
As my dialect is dialectic, speaking didactically
As I went from being overly dramatic, grammatically
I'm now speaking the truth NOT fallacy
And I commune WITH YOU pragmatically
I DON’T target you with garbage too
I'll NEVER finish my inquisitive lyrics
Because my spirit is covered in scarlet too
Thought I was the smartest
'Cause I praised the Ancient of Days
And saw how the harlot flew
And when I grew sagacious
My ways became efficacious
And the 'old version of verse immersion', departed too
So now I fly on a 'platinum vimana carpet'
A soft and warmhearted shrewd
I seek to speak of an end time 'barbeque'
No more fruit in a garden, so there goes my botany
I suppose I must impose foes through flows, probably
Because this anonymous anomaly is obviously the oddity
That communicates in electric methods uncommonly
And uses, NEVER refuses lyrical linguistics to lift spirits
Via 'shine brightly' distinguished lyrics
Hoping someone will ape me and mimic
Not hate me, berate, defame or desecrate me, specific
Some words and verbiage dispersed are analytic and cryptic
I entered this earth of dearth at birth for a temporary visit
MUSSE > can enthuse thee
With many multi-syllabic grammatics
That are prolifically monolithic, not given in gimmicks
Painting pictures of prose with digital acrylics
Some are Utopian, and others cataclysmic
But I'm the catalyst, that once had a list
And as a protagonist, I remain a zany activist
NO longer the devils advocate
And though my mind is inanimate
It animates my fate with much attractiveness
So this 'simply complex' syllabicate, is extravagant
And though an alien earthling inhabitant
I will ALWAYS be a superfluous non-supercilious semanticist
And though I DO... I can't exist!
Because I constantly NEVER obnoxiously bleed my creed
And am coerced through verse, to be my own coagulant
~SkTzO~