You’ve never met a monster like this
A beast that ravages ones very aura.
Preying on the susceptibility of desire
Pouncing on the vulnerability of emotion
Like a predator it hunts
Sniffing after any clue of instability
Disguising in a manner of disinterest
Though veiled, very calculated
An equation so improbable yet discrete
Describable yet intangible
Out of sight but not reach
A morph, a form,
What’s this?
@Daabris
Of matters feisty, of matters excellence….such you master.
Words are pretty much wands and thus your world.
A world you came dominate on such a day.
They used to dream,
Top of the creme..
(Creme de la creme.)
Until they thought of….
Letting off some steam.
Saying they were a team,
Licking some cream,
And it seemed like a beam
Indeed it was a whim.
Now the deem is getting all dim,
“It seems” now multiple seams,
A sea full of “you see?”
Coz the team now just offers tea
Of the “wins” which were for but a wee.
@Daabris
Again I stroke my mane
Not because I had a stroke buh
Because walking one’s lane
Can’t be the ‘walk of shame’
Heck, could be the wall of fame
Provided they ain’t lame.
Yeah, with a maim, what’s main is the pain
But consider being constrained behind a pane
Yet not being a panelist?
It’s a bane.
So, again I stroke my mane
Could as well be my name.
@Daabris
Stuck in the muck
Turns out to be quite a smack
Even if you’re driving a Mark
With Mark having a snack.
Might have you dwell in a shack,
Entitle you a shuck
Unless you track your path,
Buldoze as a truck,
Attack as a shark,
Don’t crack neither chuck
Until eventually you out as a hunk.
Just being frank in this stack.
@Daabris
I use combined phrases,
To frame the face,
Of Him who need not make a statement,
To prove His utter is more than a judge’s sentence.
I use words to show a One,
Who needs no wand,
To prove that this wan world,
Will as well be a wad.
Whilst men mend their menace,
His essence is the effulgence of His presence.
Allow it to cause in you…..
Effervescence.
Coz that is freedom,
That is the true,
Madaraka.
@Daabris
They make it seem to have been so long
But it’s me they long for
So why not tag along
Make a stride, a furlong
Yeah, a pounce such as Tailon’s
It’s not necessarily a bounce back
But an ounce at once
Is my ans…..ssstrain
Not like I train for this
Just train-thoughts down
My brains terrain.
Thus the restraint
After painting what can never be a taint
Coz I’m not an ain’t
Just a saint.
@Daabris
t took me a third to start anew,
Matching in the fresh year in March
Still with matching words,
though marshy and void of a banshee.
I came across a starship
Little did I know warships also emit glows
So I’m left wondering; should I know more
Or wade in the snow?
But forshoo….this world’s a show
Something you’d know if you’d see reflections
Each bearing a transition.
So for my 1st episode….
Anticipate episodes in the midst of your hopes
@Daabris
Opened my eyes, to wonder
About when things go under
Or rather asunder
These things do come like thunder
And we always run looking for a plumber
Yet it’s we that plunder
Despite our bellies desiring us to be planters
I suppose you can’t do that with your Prada
Yeah, I heard them shout….boy wonder
But shouldn’t you already be a father?
Blunder….that’s the blinder.
@Daabris.
The dreaded chains
Along with its burgage, pains
Trying to make a burgain
Yet all it brings are wails
Like a nail driven to the nails
Yes, see how it drains when it reigns
Ounce after ounce like rains
Such small bits I’d call ’em grains
Coz yes it leaves stains
And labels disdain
For them that even think to be ordained
Gruesome, is its name Payne.
But one thing I know of the frail
Is its version when under the claim
This which removes the maim
And proves just how much you ain’t lame
For you’re walking the lane
Of those who know…..
IF DEATH COULD NOT HOLD HIM,
WHAT WILL?!!
@Daabris
A word, a phrase, a poem. The art of Art