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the Cull

Composure show your best face

Daisy don’t make it hazy – leave out the ‘just in case’ can of mace.

Three announced pregnancies delivered in one week

One Stork wraps a cord around emotions -trachea.

Manipulation in search for a vein

hooked up intravenously

suffering from a bout of the sickness days gone by,

bleak.

Day spent prodding a familiar corpse

Lavender eye shadow caked on.

An ex-hookers heinous crime of remorse.

Blend in shades of elegance, class cuts above diamonds

-less valuable than the African Congo.

Kleenex tissues – repentance from deeds of liberation.

There is closure in this hymn

that is how sacrilegious people turn as quick as the wind doth blow.

New chapter.

ink spilt

No more drama.

Welcome to the real world -energy in motion kinetic.

Some call it Karma.

Squeaky clean – naked child of the nugget -Midas the king.

Bronchial Bengal licking furballs off her skin.

Arthritic tail.

spots and stripes.

Don’t leave me, Madam.

wailers of bandits ready for the first of half a dozen fights.

Interrupt the flow 2 kg of feather dynamite

incredible.

How does this writer get away with posting anything credible?

Animals on the uprise.

No more, humans.

Determined by free will.

Save our earth from true predators.

A life is a life,

a loss is a loss.

no one gives a toss

don’t matter who involved in the kill.

Overspill of copper coil excreting from a vulvic cave

Great expectations.

Pompei disaster – a necessary tragedy to inspire the seventh wave.

counting on all hands and fingers

I fear I’m not the only one.

canned laughter emerges in the background.

Playground vacant.

Trashed children abscond to the house occupied by Delirium’s son.

Emotion packs a punch in three

washing machine forgets it’s own no spillage codified key.

Rage -crimson flag.

Blood spill.

‘All hail the Spanish bull!’

Gunshots fired -the loss of the human cull.

Grief lapses in streams of nonsequential dreams.

it’s obvious what unravels when we are pulled at the seams.

Mind score.

Damp music sheets obscure the cup of the holy grail.

Green lights flash.

Don’t hesitate -before long you won’t be able to walk

it’s a condition in frail.

life and Death lie, spooning- side by side,

build the bridge

equality in each parlour

you seek to ride.

Scared crows

murder the last heart blackened by holding on.

The injustice of the furies coup

bow your heads in shame,

You are not the only ones who suffer.

Time to sing a different song.

Daisy in the willows

giphy (5)

Composure show your best face

Daisy don’t make it hazy – leave out the ‘just in case’ can of mace.

Three announced pregnancies delivered in one week

One Stork wraps a cord around emotions -trachea.

 Manipulation in search for a vein

hooked up intravenously

suffering from a bout of the sickness days gone by,

bleak.

Day spent prodding a familiar corpse

Lavender eye shadow caked on.

An ex-hookers heinous crime of remorse.

Blend in shades of elegance, class cuts above diamonds

-less valuable than the African  Congo.

Kleenex tissues – repentance from deeds of liberation.

 There is closure in this hymn

that is how sacrilegious people turn as quick as the wind doth blow.

New chapter.

ink spilt

No more drama.

Welcome to the real world -energy in motion kinetic.

Some call it Karma.

Squeaky clean – naked child of the nugget -Midas the king.

Bronchial Bengal licking furballs off her skin.

Arthritic tail.

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Johnny K got bills

Today I’m feeling this song, because I’m working and trying to make some money to get by. Aren’t we all?

I do plenty of scouring the web to find original music that makes me feel.

Today I’m feeling poor…. but only in my wallet.

Ha ha!

I’m hopeful..

all is not lost. It may seem corny but I could be worse off.

Couldn’t I?

If you could see the balmy weather in the U.K. at the moment, you would want to holiday here.

It seems as though the clouds are too warm to breeze by. They are chilling and forming shapes.

They could be dancing to this tune with me.

This is a soulful track, a johnny K remix, with a blend of breaks with a killer saxophone intro that gets you humming along to the lyrics in no time.

Devil’s Sunshine

DAILY MUSING

Devils sunshine

in promised hope of the sublime

intertwines with my veins.

She will rock me into the seventh min dynasty

Riding on the seventh wave.

The bars of gold pulsing liquid molten around my corpse.

Dear lord , can you save me  from this devil ?

She goes by the name of my Sultan

To rhyme eloquently

I try not;

Fore mere words in visual

This

My daily bosom

This is all I’ve got.

* inspiration for musing listening to this song and listening to a friend mess about with his KORG VOLCA SAMPLER

featured image photo credit domugraphic on Twitter