Tick Be Second

Tick be second
tock bee minute
drip-drop exists
dire hours

It was nothing
but an clue
that took flight
upon an idea
Some say a fluke
whip or will chance
bearing cerebral spec grit
Gambled soul seeded
deep inside core intuition
iron bit stamina
Where persona dew auras
must arise to awake
seeking daylight

Whimper whisper awoke
from asunder slumber
Spreading wings it fluttered
free spirited insight
Soaring aloft levitated
wind currents taking flight
Set adrift alliterated
enlightened sensual thunder.

Tick thy heart
tock dye beats
dew drip-drop
daybreak flowers
Billowing breeze pleads
do seek sound shadow’s
songbirds serenade
Unfurl hinterland vestibule
necropolis pyre
ass piled decompositions
Set free chokeholds
Dye Witt graveyard wasteland
be ever nevermore craven.

Oh raven
dost not haunt
thy skeletal bleach bare bones -
dank fed recesses
Rusted amid hasps
that grasp
no more
no more -
surrendered be long ago
Yea, be dormant nitwit
cornered within coroners
postmortem coffin demise
Oh hell tizzy
fuzzy - fury mirrored
a-lone gray fog cobweb -
dye raked mirrors.

Mime senses
Mute existence
coagulate quicksilver linings
amid tick tock swig swings
Not to be to
musk to be fro
knock knots naught
twist thy taunt twinge -
feather rings
Flukes quills
playing thee craven
silent mind flute’s empty space -
sucked dry vacuum
Dry ice eyes
sunken solemn retreats
bee dead nerve endings
worn eaten in depravity.

Hence dew
tune dye tuning fork forth
hear yea pitter patter baptismal rein -
living buzz deposits
Whence thee Will
seeds be resewn
to reshod fertile future furrows
a gist cheek’s moist tears
Presence hallow twerp insistence
overcomes fallow petulance
too scrape thy peace meal present
Craven Raven abstinent absence past
be gone posthaste –
thy dost testament dust ~
must live Poet’s        

Tick be second
tock bee minute
drip-drop ~
Poet Tree budding brilliant
branching terse exist tenses.

HeArtMosphere Poet

Tick Be Second

Tick be second, tock bee minute, drip-drop exists dire hours

It was nothing, but an clue that took flight, upon an idea
Some say a fluke, whip or will chance, bearing cerebral spec grit
Gambled soul seeded, deep inside core intuition, iron bit stamina
Where persona dew auras, must arise to awake, seeking daylight

Whimper whisper awoke from asunder slumber
Spreading wings it fluttered free spirited insight
Soaring aloft levitated wind currents taking flight
Set adrift alliterated enlightened sensual thunder.

Tick thy heart, tock dye beats, dew drip-drop daybreak flowers
Billowing breeze pleads, do seek sound shadow’s songbirds serenade
Unfurl hinterland vestibule necropolis pyre ass piled decompositions
Set free chokeholds, Dye Witt graveyard wasteland, be ever nevermore craven.

Oh raven, dost not haunt, thy skeletal bleach bare bones - dank fed recesses
Rusted amid hasps that grasp, no more, no more - surrendered be long ago
Yea, be dormant nitwit, cornered within coroners, postmortem coffin demise
Oh hell tizzy, fuzzy - fury mirrored, a-lone gray fog cobweb - dye raked mirrors.

Mime senses, Mute existence coagulate quicksilver linings amid tick tock swig swings
Not to be to, musk to be fro, knock knots naught, twist thy taunt twinge - feather rings
Flukes quills, playing thee craven silent mind flute’s empty space - sucked dry vacuum
Dry ice eyes sunken solemn retreats, bee dead nerve endings, worn eaten in depravity.

Hence dew, tune dye tuning fork forth, hear yea pitter patter baptismal rein - living buzz deposits
Whence thee Will, seeds be resewn, to reshod fertile future furrows, a gist cheek’s moist tears
Presence hallow twerp insistence, overcomes fallow petulance, too scrape thy peace meal present
Craven Raven abstinent absence past, be gone posthaste – thy dost testament dust ~ must live Poet’s        

Tick be second, tock bee minute, drip-drop ~ Poet Tree budding brilliant branching terse exist tenses.

HeArtMosphere Poet