Nebulous Metaphoric
From the smallest pebble to bubble nebula
seen by telescopics like the Hubble its incredible
the way we bobble with our mental making molecules
the center of the transcendental incidentally we say we keep it simple.
Now the crowd of angry people gather to stampede and rumble
Trampling the temples as the center trembles falls and crumples
Under the lantern of a moon mantel illuminating the clouds cuddle
Humbling the masses as this battle breaks out from their huddle.
So you’re calling me a rebel when I could have been a fellow
fool like you following these fables to the devil
Instead I set the levels, bettering the treble,
On the double skip the trouble of both the pot and kettle
Topple any feeble competitor sever the jugular
with evil shards of shattered bottles watch ‘em wobble give a tug at your
sleeve tap on the shoulder, relieved like extra batters, believe you'll never battle
leave your dreams in bloody puddles of muddled metaphor…
Little balance in the middle path, heart to dignify the chatter.
Juggle roles of regal beings to settle the embattled
bit of my bitter, battered 32-bit broken brake-peddle for a mind.
Tattered and talented in tattle-tale shuttle-cockamamie crimes.
Giving all I got I gotta get it while the getting’s good
Living for the moment but the moment must be understood
Its fluctuating waiting for a spitting neuro-rhythmic wizard kid
To lift us from the ditches stitching meaning in a blizzard fit.
Who let the lizards live they loosened up a mongoose tongue.
And now I kick the fissures closed efficiently ending tubes that run
Twixt dimensions for the beings to enslave and then encapsulate
Your life. Your strife erased with words shaved from the immaculate.
I embody a lot but not a God, an odd proposal.
Self employed and what a job, Spot on with what I’ve chosen
Deepen inner feelings for feeding my sullen soul so swollen
So-so sewing holding my seams together for this stolen moment.
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