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my theory on...
Pantherion Speaks
a place where
lush tongues cum and go

my duty to... meet
and greet each... and every one of them... 
invited to... hang out... and to 
verbally walk with me 
and talk... to the Beast 

the most subliminal lines
given in hour or two in 
Prime Time... the host's delivery
most auspiciously divine
and deliciously primitive

the dish of primal 
sentences... gone viral
whether spit  A cappella
or rhymed to the individual arrival of 
sumptuously phat rhythms... and 
spiritual... beats... 

the speak of freak and
drums and leak of lyric  
ever over... wondrous instrumentals.

the orchestration of
the elemental paths of which none 
have seen the like of 
the peeking light of ... 
PRIME Scribes... and your scribes
no question...

WHO IS PANTHERION PRIME? 
(My Official Poetic Intro)

everyone I know... 
has at least,
one altar-ego...

the phantom of an anti-hero.
a personality hidden beneath
the shallow surface 
of the shadow... of the deep.

a dark alternate filter
hidden in a... nome de plume... 
a blade... that was made
in its burning... to duly be... unsheathed. 

an arrow's quiver bequeathed.
the deliverer of the ammunition
of a nome de gurre... just yearning to be... 
a knowing thus
set... to string and bow.

the shaft that is 
in the after math... shattered 
by the tip of arrow...
the hollow of the...
bone to marrow... 

through which
their and our... deviant thoughts ...
can more... easily and seamlessly flow

to be... fully in the know
of a nightmare's glow...
even in your sleep...

even when licked by tongue...
and sucked
through the teeth...
of the Beast 1872. 

Pantherion Prime is mine
to each their own... to be... and see... and do
to speak... and seek... to grow.

Pantherion Prime from PRIME Scribes © 2014

Contains a portion of Mo' Horizons ~ Yes Baby Yes

PANTHERION SPEAKS (blog talk radio show Intro)

Open Your Eyes


my lair
a limb... up in the air...
a tree...
my tongue
and teeth... upon you...
sweet succulent sustenance...
this flight
this... swoon
this roll of you and I
by the light of the silvery moon...
the gate... of my jaw
that meets theses lips
the way
through which
I have taken
you... ripped you through...
tripped you through...the Eye of Pandera... true in this
flicker of lust
of lip smacking
licking within
my thrust of fangs... I... biting you.
I... ecstatically consumed
is the main vein of your... jugular
dead to all else but the hella
hang of your relax
between these
killer acts
beneath
my rip of paw.
the split of
I in awe
of you...
from the 1st moment that I saw you.
and I knew you'd
be more to me... than just a spew of verbal ruse.
more than just an inspiring muse...
the total openness of your body
the tart taste
of your soul... a dark pool
of freshly... blood soaked... you....
you... running from...me... I
the predator
with you the prey of this
my every mood...
my every stillness
my very will to
be this
close to you... to...
choose to... eat your heart... which is the
richest and the best of chew... of flesh...
real deal
beyond the gory details
of healing allegories
dancing
on stiletto heeled shoes.
for you... and you not by chance are my
early morning meal
before the rise
of sun... my food.

Pantherion Prime from PRIME Scribes © 2013

MY FOOD (with Vocals And Ambiance From Devour - Bleeding Slow Instrumental)

I wonder does she know... 
how so... easily 
with a word... or... just with... the lack thereof... that 
she... and only she has the 
ability perpetually to... raise me... nigh up to 
the 7 heavens of her throne. 
I wonder does she know... 
she it is... that crowns me... with the be... of me...
in the being of me... thus so... 
I... wonder does she know... it is she.. who thus 
doth... send me... to the... highest of the heights of... yes...fo' sho'... fo' sho'
I wonder does she know... does she know
that it is she... that hath made me? 
that it is... she that can effectively... take me 
remake a man... like me...
the likeness of a god... the growling... of a beast... and lay these... 3 down... so low beneath.
shape me like... 
the surface... a word... the heart of me
but a sculpture... to dutifully serve 
the beauty... of her purpose?
yea! in the Great Work... she need not 
really do anything... for me... 
but to raze... the above of ground... of me... she 
cum lately to
resurrect... a latency in me... and with the
lushest... thrust of tongue... that with which she...
touches me with... is her love... and I so...
sinfully touched... that I cum... bust.
I the muster of her name
when she thus ignites me... and I so... righteously... and so violently... do so happily... run to die. 
with the slightest lie... in me
no more asleep to what is... that is her her lust. 
I wonder does she know... that she could 
and she must... very well... turn around... then leave me... yet I'd still be... in the... follow... of her flow... and I would be thus suspended in a 
state of this... fall of... no matter into animation
my lover the... mother of my id... my 
fallen ego and rise of anti-hero 
my... super-hero.
I in the natural fact of ALL... of that... and... 
ALL... of this... she shows.
I wonder does she know... does she know... 
how it is... that she... ever had
and ever hath not never had
this exclusive power... to move me... she 
like a gentle mistress that reproves me... with her
sweet kisses planted deep 
and she calls... me her master
and she... calls... herself... my sub
and yet it is she... that is but the every degree
of these... unspoken urges 
the of hub of my... wheel... the 
epicenter of her... that hold that... I know... rules me... 
she... schools me... in the
when ever in the ... 
where ever then... of this
what ever of that... which... ever it is... I
need so much...
and it is the... bleed 
that I have penned then
when next she bids me... and but... for that... love I'd live... forever... 
to be... to do... or go.
and I... ALL ways will follow
even when I... think I... lead a thing... she's so... wondrous as my speech... before
my writes do reach... my ears and eyes
so ponderous as the 
light... of darkest silence... ALL aglow
I... wonder does she know... that I AM King
because she the Queen... hath told me so? 
I wonder at the math of this...
I... wonder does she know? 
I... wonder does she know? 
I... wonder does she know?

Pantherion Prime﻿ from PRIME Scribes﻿ © 2014

I WONDER DOES SHE KNOW Part II (with a music sample from Musiq Souchild's SOUL STAR)

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