WORDPLAY PROSODY

WORDPLAY PROSODY

 

My minds poetic proverbs on papyrus

Were masterfully crafted

After the first verse was drafted

Pure creativity enacted

Not haphazard happenings

By reenacted distractions

Disastrously nonfictional factions

I’m flabbergasted at their madness

Running rapidly and rampant with sadness

Biding and hiding behind masks by the masses

Blasphemous actions, of twisted passion

Under impractical practice

Lustfully lascivious amorous

Human bust growing cancerous

Through continuous praxis

Of action cantankerous

I demanded

My helix filament strand

And bands antics

Were to act dramatically cinematic

Like I ‘bypassed gastric’

Rather fly passed traffic

My cerebal attics antics

Randomly ravaging synaptics

Through my graphic syllabics

Savagery from my own zone

My ‘old scholastic’ magic

My barrage attacks are massive

Mandible muscle spasms

Quite drastically PROblematic

For tragically spastic non-elastic grammatics

My frequency is frequently

Beyond yonder ‘snow static’

My past is sad and tragic

But I began a new descriptive script equipped

To be abysmally climactic

And I'm a rhyme addict

Stuck in my minds attic

Chicken with head cut off, running frantic

Diction is disastrous

As I practice my grammarian madness

And tactics of a preying mantis

Burned to ashes on a mattress

Via superfluous syllabic tactics

Concave slave running to the grave

Via my platinum grammatical praxis

Tablets and pens are my paintbrushes

And the digital screen is my canvas

Probably a genius mixed with a bit of madness

Maybe, that's why lately I feel a bit more callous

Phonetics elaborate more like Jurassic

Encrypted monolithic lyrics

Specific to a menagerie of maniacal madness

Flustered and flabbergasted

Spitting specialized semantics

And ONLY a few shrewd

Would appreciate my hand-crafted casket

That's been brandished with an outlandish

Calamitous granite causing even stanzas to panic

So I must exit this nexus, at the next exit

Spewing perturbing words of verbs

Making sure you heard this nerd 'swerve a verse'

And though I planned it

I'm not from the planet

So don't try to track this

For I've got a sliding bandwidth

Loquacious in my lyrical labyrinth elaborate

And this masters disaster is after

The wrath of titanic cadavers

Moving faster than the next status of sadness

So this depressive manic

Took the mic to grab it

Alien minded once blinded

Sought for truth but couldn't find it

But now landed

On this earth of dearth stranded

Dire diction demanded, I've commanded

And no external source diminishing didactic tactics

Because my past was vast and has been reprimanded

 

~SkTzO~