mystification is her middle name
magical occult ideas gave her fame
she wrote a book, for which I took the blame
being her sister has been a trying game
The bride in ancient civilization
Had a wedding dress on
The tools they used is our mystification
And the grooms name was Shawn
FEAR
The horrors of the night
The deafening noise of the porch-climber
Awful beast creeps
What will I do?
Uncertainty filled my fate
Mystification of cosmos
Stupefaction of humans
What could that be?
Tiny creatures squirm
unknown sounds infrequently heard
Incessant foot steps approaching closely
What do I do?
Incertitude engulfed me
Could it be night Marauders?
Maybe it could be myth
Where will I go?
Help ! Help ! oh help
They shouted with terrifying voice
Fixing a gaze at an apparition
Could this be a ghost?
Wake ! Wake ! Just wake up!
So a fainted voice came from within
Behold , I had been traumatized
With fear of the unknown tomorrow
FEAR
The horrors of the night
The deafening noise of the porch-climber
Awful beast creeps
What will I do?
Uncertainty filled my fate
Mystification of cosmos
Stupefaction of humans
What could that be?
Tiny creatures squirm
unknown sounds infrequently heard
Incessant foot steps approaching closely
What do I do?
Incertitude engulfed me
Could it be night Marauders?
Maybe it could be myth
Where will I go?
Help ! Help ! oh help
They shouted with terrifying voice
Fixing a gaze at an apparition
Could this be a ghost?
Wake ! Wake ! Just wake up!
So a fainted voice came from within
Behold , I had been traumatized
With fear of the unknown tomorrow
In the land of Halloween mystification,
The wild witches of Perth went on a vacation.
Jack-o-Lantern Queen watched in fascination.
As others rejoiced in jubilation.
For the absent witches were big, brass, and bad.
The most notoriously insane we’d ever had.
So ghouls, ghosts, goblins and gargoyles went quite mad.
To try to pick up the slack of the Perth Witches, so rad.
A confused imp asked the October Queen for advice.
She jumped on her lit candle, not once, but twice.
Perth witches returned full of vigor, spit and spice.
Halloween was a success, frightfully scary and nice.
Ley lines of electric magnetic energy of portals
Lead to time, magic, other places, and dimensions.
They're a gift when found.
It makes for a great conversation
Where imagination
Abounds.
Ley lines of electric magnetic energy of portals
Lead to time, magic, other places, and dimensions.
When asked if they were real I got an affirmation
That did astound.
This makes for a great conversation
Filled with animation and clarification
That makes this journey so profound.
Ley lines of electric magnetic energy of portals
Lead to time, magic, other places, and dimensions
Which gives us a dedication
To find what keeps us spell bound.
It makes for a great conversation
Of mystification
On life's merry go round.
Ley lines of electric magnetic energy of portals
Lead to time, magic, other places, and dimensions.
It makes for a great conversation.
shifting
surfaces
vascillations
in
the non-verbal.
consciousness,
notions
concepts
in
verbal
gestures:
tissues
of
textuality,
free
of
mystification
tones
in melodius
pulses
filled
with
intense
modulations,
verbal
ideas
in
action:
the tang
of
reality
in
living
language
Mysticism is alive and well.
If this seems like a mystification, you have not experienced it yet.
But wait, what if you have?
Think on the mystique of a newborn babe.
You know this beautiful child has an inner glow, and sacred look, fresh from heaven.
Mystically alive, a soul-messenger.
A newborn will mystify even the most hardened skeptic.
You cannot hold one without instantly feeling that you are looking into the eyes of God.
Anyway, I cannot.
Nothing flies faster than ‘them say’; ‘them say’
Mystical wingless words
Weaponised within democratic state
Such freedom to incapacitate the state
Them say; them say’
A malicious tool
Against one; against all
Idealism against truth
Built within human wits
For hatred and threats
Do you remember what they said?
And they said
Yes; No
Hmm…! So I heard
Said by none
And it kept flying without wings
To nooks and crannies
Changing taste
Just a baseless propaganda
Na who talk em?
A common say to say
So I hear em; Na them say em
And confusion confuses all
The last was so strong to hold
Hmm, it horrified the loins
Them say e happen the way e happen
And we were all thrown into mystification
Peapods are like shells. Now that's quite amazing really. How incredibly interesting but the buttons do not dance. Slithering on a slide then. But slither is neither a quaver or a crochet so colouring in would be fun at this point so go grab two hundred and fifty pens and a black and white atlas. Booming boomerangs bang bang bang. Ooh. Haven having heaping hogs HOGS no hogsheads involved in the curliest tail. *** calibre *** designed *** fashionable *** trepidation *** treatment *** ping pong pigs *** in and around pubs *** hahahaha and a dream of a sudden change xxxx mystification z
The shuttering crimes inflicted on the mind
Always causes havoc
In the state of the soul
The sudden mystification
The conjuring realization to reality
The considerable paths of acquisitions
The zithering low downs
A recapitulation of phylogeny
On ontogeny
An endegenous factor of misconceptions
But yet the machenism remains unknown
To such its
A violation of expectations
And crushing laws of faith
A unique constellation of attributes
An ultimate sentimental eccentric altitude
Of constant agitation of the soul
Portraying the true catastrophes of the heart
Whom with such faults thus remain
A sole contender
Who fears no man but God himself....
Barge Reef
Barge Reef lies isolated at worlds end by chance
Wedges of sharp rocks fill in what ocean can’t
Eighty foot waters roll at a distance out
Waves say hello on cresting white
Coral formed and bleached silent
Created from living life forms
On the wrong side of the island according to the charts
West of Barge is open seas
Liquid wonders that follow the world around
A tumbled dance
Storms pound constantly there creating havoc
Waves take naps much later beneath the deep
Descending back around
Rolling into a slumber as cool brushings over surface
Calm winds take a breath
Ships find their corner of the world in blue
Slip Into delinquency, there, slow to rise
Sun finds the horizon hot
Jellying through mist
Mystification sets in, as it morphs through morn
There, so easy to find a new day in abundance solar bound
Creaking ships never land but crash on Barge with jagged reefs
Sharp coral stand pure white on the vestibule of shards
Sojourning innocently forward
Ambling along with wood debris
To that end, begins in splinters sober float
And with it, seas fold over on the likes of Barge
I am the hunter with belt and sword.
I am captivity and desires searched for.
Great my name has become.
My dynasty is vast.
I stand for truth and honor.
Many have tried to defeat me.
Many I have defeated.
I am glory and shame in a world devoured.
So overwhelmed that we sputters to speak but overcame undefeated.
I am Law and Justice.
My government is Monarch.
I am the Emperor and Judge.
My engagements are that of Poet and Philosopher
edification to instruct my people out of darkness.
So obfuscated they splutter to speak but I am there as their teacher.
Mystification is our world.
Those who find us are forewarn that we are given life by God;
therefore, we are sentient to what is said.
If he or she sojourns, he or she must learn our ways.
So distinguished we are.
Upon sunsets of dying skies
Whispered winds of life gone by
Empty air fills the lungs
A wanderer in search of past
Struggling through grains of time
Quicksand of hopelessness
Engulfing him in exhaustion
Upon seas of the abyss
Whispered melodies of life gone by
Dry air fills the mouth
The wanderer in search of sustenance
Collapsing in the desert of time
Dehydration of the soul
Consuming him in unquenchable thirst
Upon forests of calignosity
Whispered secrets of life gone by
Adam’s ale fills the mouth
The wanderer discovered in need
Revived in the garden of time
Mystification of his savior
Enshrined in her familiarity
Upon the universe of forevermore
Whispered love of life gone by
An endearment fills the mouth
The wanderer discovered his need
Encountered her in all of time
Bewilderment of their undeniable fate
And eternally enamored with his soul mate
Some said it would come with the millennium
Worldwide chaos and technology confusion
Two-thousand twelve forecasts create mystification
Are the hopes we hold for man’s future an illusion?
There is no doubt our day of reckoning will come
Tornadoes, tsunamis and earthquakes are preludes
Softly ticking clocks gain the thunder of drums
With caution we confront skeptical attitudes
Some spend their entire lives in states of fear
I choose to live in a capsule of serenity
The end of man’s reign on earth may be far or near
As we await passage to a heavenly city
Let’s not get caught up in the growing speculation
Instead concentrate on how we live every day
Knowing our path to eternity has begun
And the covenant of God’s love I won’t betray
The date, the time and even the means matter not
For those who treat others with kindness and respect
To say we know the precise moment? That’s a long shot
Choose to live in the now, not suffer in retrospect
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