[MENES the Pharaoh]

long standing
withstanding
demanding
caskets
golden monkey temples
in canyons
companions
in tangent
with all understanding
branding the name
across sanctums
to sanskrit
feared
loved
the same in the end
the mask sit beside me laughing
my treacherous pen
insidious art
committee of wraiths
who live in the dark
my towers
high
across them
electricity spark
power the innermost regions
of the dismal ark
regardless the season
snow and ice cover these parts
cold north kings
emperors
and frozen barbarians
roam
wearing wolf heads
and necklaces of bones

carrying stones
my physical grow
crush pitiful homes
of foul residents
who belittle my throne
little else is known
in the middle of ohm
interrupted
another head for a pike
destruction

calm and peace
is like dead and deceased
eyes turn yellow
when you cry
you wept disease
leprosy
cover your head to feet
white silk to a sheik
and when i pull my dagger
who standing next to me

none
no more..i shout
the only serenity found
is when i don’t dream at all
empty my skull
like it was hit by a shell
and when they bury me
better be twelve feet deep in hell
again my castle still stand
again this is my land
again it shall be taken by no man
forever to be damned
skeletons in the dungeon
roam around with maces in their hands
paintings always watching you
shelves always changing
seems like the same place
but slightly rearranging
and when you smell decomposition
i am back for the claiming
return for what is mine
full payment

it’s the curse
muttered in a verse
eating mutton on a table
that also holds your corpse
outside
a sea of swordz
inside
mirage of bladez
and all ends of fate
i must state
musty walls covered by banners
blood red
spat fat on the floor
with no manners
old hammers
clank in the background
and any king who’s anything
revels in that sound


[sea/swordz]

i move between shadows and breezes
intangible in nature
bizarre i make impressions at all
footprints fade as they’re made
phantom energy strings
golden mask
an ululant laugh endlessly rings
i walk the path
that won’t be determined
i roam
a planet burdened
by burgeoning clones
in search of birds that go
where birds shouldn’t go
where a single immortal flame
is subversive to snow
more dphiant than joph
i awoke many moons ago
sheath blade
i look like a pin cushion
with swords
humans are all for nothing
like a wolf named gmork
only evolution
is capable of pushing them forward
off the edge
wings must be formed on the fly
no pun intended
but it’s fitting
if you want to survive
odd
how imprisonment
is the primary characteristic
of a chrysalis
before naruto summoned a toad

jiraiya shoved him off a cliff and shit
and he summoned the biggest toad
he could summon
with that specific trick
it’s like nonchalantly walking on a cloud
despite the fact
you’re gaining velocity
falling down
disorienting swirling frenzy
your skull is drowned
but this is a pleasant form
of not being able to breathe
you explode through a hole
reintegrate when you leave
streams of photocode
manipulate what you see
shifting patterns
with shadow syncopation of speech
the repositioning of atoms
restructures their shine
the architecture
of a darker spectrum
dimming the glow
frequency determines
how a shimmer is honed
eyes adjust
when you diversify the flux
of what they swallow up
the length is based
on the contrast
of what they gain knowledge of
that’s just something
to stay mindful of
when presented with a perspective
that threatens your understanding
of what an object was