love me

how badly managed i
karmatic storming lesser
i cant help my ways they
make me but more and
more and less they take
me for that i cannot atone
for i am what i is and i alone
i could chose to conform
then these thoughts would
lay dormant within my head
like practically dead so instead
i am lead to live this life of solitude
where my formers will insist
that i am very rude and am
good for nothing and care only
of myself and that i take things
for granted and show no gratitude
all around a bad attitude so
miscrewed and so lude that only
small doses will due and only
when necessary and beware
the barbarianistic thought tangents
he will take your mind on
best not to listen to his words
at all for he will talk you in circles
he has a slippery mind and the
shit of it is he can do it when
the time is most inopportune
he will in the midst of the
symphony make calls like a
baboon a most detestable
sort is this bane to the world

get me out

awake i wanting
to be escaped from this
prison shackles around my legs
they weigh me down and make
shackle sounds as i try to walk away
from the past
like a christmas carol i am a marley
ghostly i am stuck
in my past
cannot seem to get to the presents
no future
instead contemplating becoming an orniment
on some tree
way out in the cold cold woods

Bam be dawning

shot in the face

he was just a suburban child
on an episode of moms gone wild

the thrill of silence and sirens take back seat
he throws her head back and tears mix with sleet
they're oh so happy when they're outside
oh so happy and he dont even have a ride

shoot me right in the face

then he walked blinded into the woods
looking aimlessly for one thing still good

what a thrill to be homeless on main street
it was hot now its not the world is cold on his feet
she is fucking free there while hes outside
she's going fast now she dont fucking need a ride

shot to the face

blood drops drip-drop like little april showers
like second hand clocks counting passing hours

memories of banging in the headlights
left remembering flashes of tail white
its oh so cold here on the outside
the grass is wet there is no where to hide

bleeding from the face

she is oh so happy when she's outside
and she asks where were you while she cried

hey little fawn
you take after your mom
gather up all the guns
point them right at your face

pointed right at her face

have had these same stories told before
now we're living them more and more

what a thrill to be a hottie on the main street
he is crawling back as blood paints with feet
the rain washes struggled proof away cleanly
he too slow now she's looking hard see me

Lumbar

ding dang dong
the falling
little snowflakes
all the while
under blanket
winter spell
blizard cold as i wake from slumber
immediately sleepwalking
securing more lumber
frigid fought
with fire
stoking
poking
poetic
embers
poe king
remembers
corks strewn
on ground
now cold coco rings
ringing all around
now i head
to king sized bed
to wrestle
with my wed
ding bells
tis cold as frozen
nutcrakers cracking
we all nuts
this season's spiritful
forget we
knots
while now
spy i
sugar plumbs
dancing magesticly
skipping
upon the light
of the tree
they dosey
doe's
and promenade
hypnotically wrapping
presents in my head
silently tapping
chamber door
rapping
they all in sparkles
i felt it
their glow
as walking by
memory is hazey
with eyes of lazy
on tippy toes
back off to doze
i am ready
lord knows
crawling back
coffee black
egg whites
snowball
fights
automatic dripping drops
falling slowly from a coffee pot
drip drip drop
little december showers
snuggle i tight to my little flower

Little April Showers

hey little fawn
what happened to your mom
poignant right at her
face the
rain rain
the thrill of sirens
thrown
head back
then she is missing
part of her missing
always i aim but all ways
missing
some big bucks
hot to trot
cold and wet
gutted
rot
dismantled
dismount
holed
carcass
old
no more left
left to fest
fester in the cold
white tail time as old
song as rhyme
brutal
beliel beast

Peter M. Pannuel

awaiting the time when something has the change this thing this changeling chameleon esque extraterrestrial menace that is never ending like an unwritten networking story soaks me in sorry cuz too soon no mornings will have the want for glory I too and fro wait for it to come on home to its dome sweet home and it leaves me with these shivers as the cold wind delivers the message that this black hole is full of moles and the leader of these will cower crowded line Yeh will have his time in due climatic situations of mass manipulations and war declarations our foreign relations are just decorations on the present situation elevation man your battle stations congratulations for forty nine plus years of fabrications we fair nations never facing reconciliations are making real old revelations and if we are indeed a good god creation will collectively we continually inexplicably fan the furnace frenziedly further fueling future exacerbations get set some yet to come to be or not to be but still no senses about us guide us the world will revolve with or without us this cloud of pixie dust has the world full of pirates and hooked crooked crooks who spook and who cook up these schemes in sickening teams and their dreams are our nightmares where werewolves run the bulls and bears they tear sheds to newly weds medical insurance less water sheds techno glamor humanity eventuality doesn't matter clickity clack return to saturn

Ex Terra Test Trial

angles
in the end
zoned out
spy planes
make it rain
ze nacht est up on us
tree
mend us
super
naturally
there are angles
blue
i have one
aliens
ex ist
post nuclear
made unclear
trans
parent
plan et
approxament now
neo viet now
i rack my brain for lighning speed
all i find is jungle weeds
mach eddy shed this sheddery
eye kant see
clearly
be ear me
cuckle
spear me
wilder eliotness me
E.T.

Dirty Zones

danger
spitting fire like the islamic protesters
i spit on the crowds as this divine invasion of self spews out of my throat
a modern day crusader with holy hand grenades
medieval moats protect my castle high
knights keep the Chinese dragons at bay
green and rich like eco friendly
bend thee send thee
remember when we?
back to fade
faded from the black
robbers running away
filled fat fanny money sacks
dress slacks versus backpacks
statis scrambled static scratches
what happens when played
with matches you get burned
playing with fire
hot in the pants
free
verse
righteous rants
automatic when we
inclined
surrender
splendor
serenity

I f yo ukno wha tit me ans

From my bed
To start another day
Stay in
Stead
Running from tomorrow
If I wake up tomorrow will you still be here?
Your magic has me in a daze as all ways
I stay running
From tomorrow
From tomorrow
Remember when we
Were in a frenzy
All day all night
Living a daydream
When we bang the
Walls in the end we
Spend the nights more like friend
Seeing you when I close my eyes
Fire flies
High
Rise
All night
Daydreams
Banging
Like apes
Seems like that time
Deep hole
Hard climb
Automatic
Cozza Frenzy
We are who we is
We is better
Haves
Have not you oft all so thought
Cupid shuffle
We both shot
Diamond in the rough
Arrears
Fines
Blinding blurring between
The lines
Black Friday try black year
Not to matter
Anti
We are who we are
Got Jesus on
Necklaces
We like to go hard
Like the world is ours
We are of the stars
Thats who we are
Who we are
Turn it up
I talk the truth
Bash full of human
Ill
Itty
We who are we are
We are who we are
Because we of the world
And I know what it means
Though my dreams
Too are true
Through my dreams
I know there are means
To an end
You know
What
Maybe you are
Right
Deserves
Word