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The prince was fearful when he saw the pretty faerie headed his way.
He held up his arm indicating that was close enough.
She was transfixed by his stare, so she kept flying.
Seriously! He croaked, please give me six feet.
She sat down, and he relaxed a bit.
I am here to transmogrify you back, she told him.
He had been afraid of that. Dreading the day.
Nothing had been worse than paying all the bills in the palace.
Please don’t, he implored her.
I love it here. I can swim all day, and the flies are tasty.
His huge tongue sizzled out and snatched one.
YUM!
But the king needs you, she told him.
He is lonely.
There are other accountants, he told her.
Please tell him you could not find this one.
She suspected there was another reason.
What about your wife? She misses you.
She was never kind to me, he argued. She put me down.
She made fun of me in front of my children.
Transmogrify the sensationalist
An astute ableism of absolution and idiocy
Divine demeaning meanings demoralizing democracy
Through persuasive procrastination and promiscuity
Festering fragmented feelings forgiven for failing
Jailing juveniles jealously just for jokes
Writing worrisome wit without witnesses to worry
Original orange and ornate operations
While whittling away wisdom in the White House
Tear apart traditionalism and tribalism
Innocent eyes are protuberant eyes
Observing awful atrocities at times absently
Transmogrify the sensationalist
That sensationalist is now president
Sitting on a throne of falsities and blatant lies
Reject form and comprehension of standardized realities
Garnish lies with a touch of fear
And it's gourmet for the uneducated
Saunter and swagger through scandal
All the while destroying those who granted you platform
Normal is abnormal and abnormal is normal
Forget saving the system we must destroy it
And build it back up from scratch
IT'S TIME TO WAKE UP AMERICA
WAKE UP!
WAKE UP!
WAKE UP!
WAKE UP!
Transmogrify the sensationalist
And even the devil blushes
Transmogrify the sensationalist
By waking up America
WAKE UP!
WAKE UP!
WAKE UP!
WAKE UP!
It's time to wake up, America!
He has got obstinate disorder whispered the wind
Too stubborn to change; will not even begin.
His brothers and sisters have changed to yellow and red.
He says he will remain green until the day he is dead.
The forest wind is getting louder, angry now you see.
Wanting the leaf to understand how autumn should be.
He has an individual life plan, share the root of the tree.
He wants to remain green as the bile in his knee.
They accommodated him but tried to coax him to switch colors.
He dropped off in autumn wind with his sisters and brothers.
But he was still a solid green, which was his ultimate goal.
A spring leaf who refused to transmogrify his self-confident soul.
Wailing for her demon lover, she knows nothing about these woods
Daring the devil to snatch her from clutches of midnight she howls truth
Wolves answer her with appreciative baying of their own.
Was she a she-wolf, a werewolf or a gray wolf? She laughed at herself.
The shadows of the night danced like furious fodder around her
Was she an empath? A wife or a wild woman who can transmogrify?
Maybe a touch of all three; a Gemini, which explains her a bit.
A gray entity was heading her way, but it was thwarted by the night sky.
She had a knack for finding the most grotesque and turning them.
Their evil into sand, their inspirations into aspirations.
Wild knows wild.
Her daddy said that about her when she was eight.
She put her arms out and twirled her essence into the path of a young girl.
There were snickers and dashes in the bits of the bush shadows now.
I am me, she said; relieved.
Eager to be….herself.
She split her perspective in half
Because she needed to see the landscape from both directions
She could transmogrify like this when she was in a meditative state
It is not like one of her selves was dominant.
Both sides felt the cool water, both sides stilled their minds
Living their truth, they let morning fold in her own way
A hawk’s shriek disturbed nothing
They allowed it into their meditation
A fish flipped out of the water landing hard
This too was incorporated, as they went deeper and deeper
She saw herself in her dream state
She was running frantically which was normal
A shadow passed over her; she resisted the urge to look
It was a gorgeous meditation,
Stilling her heart, calming her
She loved the feel of the lake, so nurturing
She opened her eyes slowly
Not wanting to alarm her other self.
They merged gently and flew back into the forest
Glad to be a butterfly again.
Vibrant vigorous vexing virginal vampire name of Amanda Lou
Could transmogrify, materialize, reincarnate and shapeshift too.
Other trick-or-treaters would get a shimmery, shivery, shocking shock
When she changed from a vamp to an imp to a fairy on one block walk.
A charmer, this darling girl named Amanda Lou, so she enchanted them.
Changing from ghoul to ghost to witch to Frankenstein again and again.
She was incredibly peppy, hilarious, and fun to be with on Halloween.
Mothers stayed home, and let her walk their children finally, her best dream.
No one bothered kids when Amanda Lou was on babysitting watch of the wee.
Bats, snakes and enemies of state were scared of her power you see.
The quintessential guardian for all of the tricksters on Halloween night.
When she walks with them, you can actually feel a perpetrator’s fright.
As a giant spider she once ate one perp’s head off and spit it into a ditch.
Turned into a cauldron and burned up a mean-to-children-gingerbread witch.
Amanda Lou is not to be messed with, made fun of or annoyed in any way.
Want to tease children? Better pick another vampire, another day.
Global outreach and broken barriers
Carriers of diseases and hydroponics
Hypnotic supersonic satellite memories
Simmering beneath a veil of gray
Stay and memorize a million lies
Ties to be cut while the government denies
Demise is written in the stars
Scars molded into the very bone
Lone gunmen create chaos
Pay us in prayers and solitude
Gratitude in fictional farewells
Bells ring over a black sky
Why did it have to come to this
Kiss the hissing smoke
Choke on the idea it's all real
Feel everything burning slowly
Lonely is the one who knows the reason
Seasons come and seasons go
Flow from one line to the next
Hexed and vexed It was one last text
Perplexed it lacked all pretext
Annexed by a world that doesn't care
Nightmare unto nightmare solemn amen
Again we traverse and transmogrify
Occupy your mind and detoxify thoughts
Brought from regurgitated program shows
Dispose of the evidence as circumstantial
Substantial evidence in a simulation theory
Tiana is glowing with beauty; adding a gorgeousness to the swamp
Croaking frogs gather, to admire her, recognizing her goodness
A saxophone playing crocodile jumps into action, showing admiration.
Tiana turns back and forth from human to a fly-catching frog
She can transmogrify any time she wants to, fitting into both worlds.
The night stars shine upon her, gracing her with extra bouts of magic.
Her gifts are plenty, and her admirations are many.
The everglades share her talents with the people of New Orleans.
For tonight, however, she belongs to the Glades, enticing its unique song.
I diffidently conjure the sorrowful emerald entity
from the deepest depths of my elbow of despair.
I do not abhor her, but I also do not trust her.
Likewise, I rather revere and worship her.
She validated my grief when I was in the wailing keening stage.
Sapphire orbs transmogrify into lilting, lively, lovely butterflies.
Porcelain staunchness furthers her into an aloof position.
Astonish me, she whispers, in an ethereal, frightening way.
Or admonish me, she says a little too loudly. Then she laughs.
It is a maniacal laugh that frightens me.
I watch this amazingly mystical, magical creature evolve
and revolve during the crescent moon’s change of clothes.
There is a sense of wonder, yet, also a feeling of regret
Possibly remorse?
She admirably fills the corners of my grief state
There is a glimpse of enthusiasm, a quick interval.
I devote myself to the task of understanding
the sensitivity of her resolve and revolve.
For she has been to visit me many times.
And I have no doubt she will return.
Whizzlebuggled by the determined initiating committee
I ran screaming toward the ends of the river
Seeking asylum from the flock of the Status Quo of the Sixth Order
A robin flying overhead gave me a giggleberry feeling.
I deliberated starting my own murder of crows, only we would
name it a murder of peacocks, and I would turn into a male
as they are the extravagant ones.
A school of dippenlily fish offered me their assistance.
I did not take them up on it for my precognition kicked in
and I realized they had the same agenda as an army of
White Supremists.
So here I am, debating how to go about starting my
family, team or murder of peacocks.
First I have to transmogrify into a male
for the females are so damned plain.