Every word play beginning to my writing getting touched up for my first "book"... "The Pages of Goon: The Beginning"
Heathen Paganry of the Wicked
Horribly blasphemous and vile
consequences of puzzled tiles
sanction to our very death
Extinguished and returned to vile
Hellish without the theology
Young theories of Daimon poetry
The standing of the relentless
Forever in the under and over
The rate of madness of each moment
Physical laws not withstanding
The hope of knowing without the standard
TORTURED TO PEACE! BY ALLFATHER
Horribly blasphemous and vile
consequences of puzzled tiles
Extinguished and returned to vile
Hellish without the theology
Young theories of daimon poetry
Forever in the under and over
Allfather of the blue smithonian
History enslaves the pagans
The eagle soars the streaky air
Crafting the airs of innocent flare
Gazing the care of the existence of fantasy
Grateful for blessed of the erotic novel scene
Hundreds of smiles, frowns, and genitals
Laid out by the rig and needles
This drug ingested in time
Our standing frantic linger
A significant beat of the skies
blackened skies filled smoke, ash, and Demeter
The hidden idea of platonic
Ironic to insight from the inclined romantic
Logistics of the math of space
Physics, chemistry, guilt, and blame
Coming answer of the bang
Coming passing slowly bubbles
their ancient philosophy revival
The home coming from Norwegian ways
Released in a tranquil waddle
Manifesting in and of our vernacular
Forming dependent of madness
Coded myself of mental recess
Saskatchewan Republic of MAGIC.
-The THEATRICAL eternal being of forms-
A parting kiss of modern theatre
The aristocratic of european heritage
The two kilo stage enabling sweet dance
At the removal of the plastered painting
Loud working moans scaling Apollo
The Achilles heel of the black density
A theatrical remnant of the acting epitome
The tragedy of a play wrongly ACTED
The taken pages burnt, water, used, and dependent
The PACED steps of the cold and crafted
Timid heart beats of life
Timid heart beats of life
A BLESSING OF PRETTY WITCHES
Let your standing be praised
Their hallelujah to the beyond
To our skies above of the trees
Seen through horizon to our times
Lights within the candles
The heartful of our insanity
Coming a revolt towards Trevor
Of baffled eyes passing by
Hounds and lions within the skies
Casting divinity though bizarre
A witching “one” or “twenty-four”
Impending the conjecture of our habits
Casting us to your wish of trauma
This Chimpanzee in an english tin
Worded eternally of the lasting men
Of us in the shallow pool
το όμορφο κόσμημα(the beautiful jewel)
Hoping to stir us of our minds
Incoming heroes of night and wonder
Existing history of butterfly pyramids
This Norway of Southernly longing history
True Bombers swayed to hell to die
The reformation of the western times
The evolving Norwegian kind
Coming a revolt towards Trevor
More and more baffled eyes
Hounds and lions in the sky
Casting divinity though bizarre
A witching "one" or "twenty-four"
Impending the conjecture of our wake
Casting us to your wish of fate
With us in the shallow pool
το όμορφο κόσμημα(the beautiful jewel)
Chimpanzees in an english tin
Worded eternally of the lasting men
Lunging forth black and white
Hoping to be grasp us wise
The demons of the baron kite
Existing history the mother of time
Norway of Southernly evolving kinds
True Bombers swayed to hell to die
The oasis of this western guy
No more scouring evolutionary things….
The Greek singing call of men
Now your heart jumps and spins
Seen in the poetic skies of sin
Zeusness of One-ness of no eclipse…
Forms of Heaven protecting from “her” lips…
Soon seeing the existing there of many types…
Found in the skies of the daimons passing by…..
These spaces within and of the tearful cry
Eternal guide to the deciding of the soulful rhyme…
A string guided by cecil and eileen
The kite of the foundation streams
As for the Heavenly wise OF OURS
Hold on tight for the REDEMPTION OF TIME
The thickness of your lips
The fountain of the iceberg tip
The romantic Goon of Saskatchewan
A handy saint of the pagan grace
A pull of a stringed shirt and skirt
The tumbling of a departure to dirt
The lovers Dove of rhyme and spells
I will kindly perform a tale to tell
if you kindly ask of me of wine
If you let me use your maneuvers so kind
Perfection through violence
Those for the prophet’s eye
seeing plainly the epitomes
Math and the remaining sea
Witched lover
Rationalizing love and pose
Do a herb jig in a showery prose
You naughty spell bounding prism....
The touching of your bouncing rhythm
Your Earth looks like a river flow...
the gorge of the confounding blow..
The hidden stars of David...
Going to meet my shadowy existence
With the loving of my magic
As heart felt condolences for my plays
They are tragedies either way
Do a herb jig in a shower scene
You sexy and fine spell caster
How do you fit in denim jeans?
Your back side looks like a river flow
the gorge of the confounding blow
Men need to avoid the soverign deity
A triumphantly planned Goddess of Zeus
Beauty laid upon her eternal tomb
Proving an evolutionary tale
exuberantly small but not so pale
The abundance of Hercules
Wiccan love of spells and cree
Among the shores of semblance and trees
Gliding quickly from lust to sanctity
Our brazen love of hope and paganry
The knowing of spring to sprout like trees
Forever with our fragmented tea
Our symbol through destiny
(kâkike is cree for forever)
The wayward gothic pretty
The entirely with the jittery
A wiccan love of plight story
Deep in the throat is how we pray
There within the existence of wiccan
In forthright magical dreams
Careening to the heartful deeds
Lurks the beautiful witch in the realms
Be told my mind is of your stories to tell
Taken through Christ to hell
Redeemed in unjust misery
Lost to the love bellow of innocence
Forgotten to be remembered
THE FOUR OF CLUBS EXISTS ON EARTH
THE MOON’S SHINING TO ITS WIDTH
JUDGED TO DIE OF A DARK INJUSTICE
LYING THERE HOPING TO SEE THE HONOR
THIS BLOODIED FEELING OF REDEMPTION AND GLORY
THE CALLING OF THE HELLISTIC WARRIOR
THIS LAND OF ISLANDS OF MANY NUMBERs
ONE OF THE SPREADING OF JUDGMENT
THE MYSTERIOUS JOURNEY OF THE GRECO WAY
THE SECRET SHOW OF THE ANCIENT STRUCTURE
A FOREVER IN TOUCH WITH OUR HEARFELT WONDER
SINGING OF SONGS AND SPILLING OF KARMA
SPEAK OF THE ANCIENT PAGANS BELIEFS
A SURROUNDING OF TONGUE OF POETIC STANDARDS
FLAMBOYANT, MERCIFUL, AND SUPREME
THIS AWSTRUCK EXISTENCE OF THE LYRICS
THE PROPHECY OF THE SPIRIT
HUMANKIND DRAWS THE FOUR OF CLUBS
THEY ARE ARE ENCOMPASSED IN THE TIMES
JUDGED TO DIE OF A WARMTH EMBRACE
ANGRILY STUNG AT OUR VERY HEART
Lying there in front of Hercules
REMOVING SHRAPNEL FROM MATTER OF MEANINGS
WATCHING FOR THE ALLFATHER REDEEMING
THE SECRETS TO THE COSMOSIS REVEALED
SPENDING ENDLESSLY THE RICHES OF SAINTS
LEAD ME TO THE MOUNTAIN TO GIVE UP OUR FREE
THE WORDS OF TONGUES SPOKEN OVER THESE BEINGS
THE CEILING FOCUSED PRAYERS OF LITTLE MEANING
THE NEEDING THE SUN TO WORSHIP
FOR HIS ZEUSNESS’S CRAVING
DEDICATED TO THE SUPREME GOD…
DRAWS THE FOUR OF CLUBS TOO LATE
THEY ARE ARE ENCOMPASSED OF THE PLIGHT
JUDGED TO DIE OF A WARMTH EMBRACE
PASSED THROUGH ROSARIES AND NIGHT
Lying there in front of THE PRIEST
THE DARKENED COFFIN OF OAK AND A WREATH
HOPE OF DIRT, THIS WOMAN, AND SAND
THEY PAINT HEAVEN AS A GOLDEN RAM
DO NOT THINK OF BREATH OF THE PAST
YOU ARE A TEST THROUGH THE BLESSED
RESONATED WITH ZEUS AND HERA IN THE MILKY WAY
THE LEAD OF THE STARRY CHEER
THE CHORUS OF LOVE, HONESTY, AND FICTION
DON’T HIDE YOUR INNOCENCE OF THAT SMILE SO TRUE
THE TIMES OF YOUR BECKONING
THE BECKONING OF A PATRON OF GOLDEN HUES!
HECULES DRAWS THE FOUR OF CLUBS
THEY ARE ARE ENCOMPASSED IN MAGIC
JUDGED TO DIE OF A WARMTH EMBRACE
THANATOS THRIVES IN RETROSPECTION
Lying there in front of Hercules
CIRCULATING THE VENTS OF THE CARRIER
A FIGURE COMES FROM THE SMOKE FILLED PLAINS
THE STRENGTH OF THE HANDS OF HERCULES
HULKING THE WARRIOR SAMSON MIRACULOUSLY
THE WAYS TESTED IN FLESHED STAMINA
COMBING THREE-FOLD WITH FATE
THE HERCULIAN ISRAELITE OF GOON
THE MESSIAH OF THE IN BETWEEN
A DESIGNED PROPHET OF A SCHIZOPHRENIC
A LIFE AND TIMES WITH THE ODD AND RITUALISTIC
THE PAGAN ON DRUGS OF FIELDS
THE POPPIES GROW AND SPROUT
ROTTED MENTALLY UNABLE FROM PILLS
