Once Upon a SUNDREAM

PANTHERION PRIME

everyone I know... 
has at least,
one altar-ego...

the phantom of an anti-hero.
a personality hidden beneath
the shallow surface 
of the deep.

a dark alternate filter
hidden in a... nome de plume... 
a blade... burning to be unsheathed. 

an arrow's quiver bequeathed.
the deliverer of the ammunition
of a nome de gurre... yearning to be...
set... to string and bow.

the shaft that is 
the after math... shattered 
by the tip of arrow...
the hollow of the...
bone to marrow... 

through which
their deviant thoughts ...
can more easily flow

to be... fully in the know
of a nightmare's glow...
even in your sleep...

when licked by tongue...
and sucked
through the teeth...
of a beast. 

Pantherion Prime is mine
to each their own... 

this is the face... this is the place 
where Pantherion Scribes
and Speaks

Prime Scribes & Speaks

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Peter Seaton aka Rainmaker and Kelligraphy Pens collaboration over Alt J's "BloodFlood"

Misspelled Scribble

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My Hot Heart

A FALL IN LEAVES by Pantherion Prime from Pantherion Prime Speaks © 2013


(w/ spoken word poetry & classic jazz accompaniment excerpts from Miles Davis & Cannonball Adderly's interpretation of AUTUMN LEAVES)

a Fall in leaves …I… tossed to the winds in the loss of you… I... who in the uttering of the voice of Fall… now speak... my choicest thoughts of all… of you… somehow or other…fluttering here with me… whispering to me like a ghost… a westerly wind… a passing thought that coasts upon… this missive of… a Fall in leaves… of you and me… then lingers on the image of the two of we… out on a walk… in Prospect Park. 

a Fall in leaves that speaks to me… with a lust that ever peaks in me… the scatter of all these dusty matters of your embers sparked out from me…a chatter in my head… a Fall in leaves… clamoring for attention within these darkened mem’ries of… I just holding you, beholding you with these eyes… and feeling you in these arms of mine… 

you so close… yet still just so… far outside my reach… a Fall in Leaves... just yonder beyond my dreams the coming winter wonder of me a sweep beneath the… up under… the unspoken of a… broken chain of charms…

a Fall in leaves... a fall in me... a heap of hurt… that keeps we… in  this yester year of  this dirt still… clinging to me… tenderly sending me… in a Fall of leaves… I… falling into this… melancholy… I… bewildered by the why… and way and how contemplative and complicated I’ve become to me… the cost of you… my everything… perched from the fallen branches of all… hope… an understanding...  that was so lost me… in the breach of this... still… unsealed envelope... 

a Fall in leaves...  the Heliacal rising of these enclosed regrets… the surprise  of a never read love letter... the poesy of a love of life… an ode… to the old scathing scythe… of the blade of death… an end note not made…that I just can’t yet… seem to come to copes with… a Fall in leaves… a little bit of poetry that I in fret composed… a Fall in leaves… an allegory gathered ‘round one of the bundles of my many pet names for you... 

you see? this little brittle breathe… of snapping twigs… the filling in… of a Fall in leaves... the emotional dip of me… a Fall in leaves… into the unconventional and unintentional… opening upon so sadly breathed a song… 

a flat and long and lonely throng of my drunken mind now stuck… in a sunken environment where I fear of my long for you… that which was once a… such a joyful noise to me… that which so… that which now now... so  clearly becomes for me… a Fall in leaves… gone sour...   a Fall in leaves…  a Fall in leaves… 

(musical interlude)

a Fall in leaves... the fell of me… powerless to a bell struck within this very hour… the intoned throw now … of a note… a lump of pessimism… like a compressed lesson… of coal now caught in the depths of the passage way of my throat… a solo that used to be a duet with the blow of trumpet set against the softness of the keys of the piano… the pedal…on the pianimisso…  of the hips and lips… that played as we. 

a Fall in leaves...  a fade of flowers… that yet somehow we still maintain our vibrant shades of… until the very moment  of a Fall in leaves in thee... my every way of being… that leads no matter what I ink or say… I... through that… emphatic swell of gifted me… to you… 

a Fall in leaves…an apparently arrogant I… humbled by your departure… my demure still sipped from your still waters… the swill of me a lipid one... a sun who admittedly has seen much better days than this… a Fall in leaves…of one who… would never admit… the miss of you… to anyone but you… 

a Fall in leaves… that now seems to me to be… nothing  but my cursing in these irreversible verses… of my unforgotten but never to be fulfilled… kill of dreams… a stream I spilled out in my regrets… a feel of fault that irretrievably drains my power… and draws naught from my mouth… but 

a Fall in leaves... that leaves nothing in the face of aught I say or do for you that can seem to concede but to the maintain the means of my stillness… a Fall in Leaves...

A FALL IN LEAVES: Dedicated to the memory of T.S. Williams

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Hella Did Dat

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Read Poetry to Me

I Feel You by TROUBLE

This was composed while I was heavily under the influence of SELF LOVE! Sound track : Improv by Soo Smoove, Mix : Soo Smoove

Honey Moon ( spoken word )

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... take 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 ground above 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 me.. 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 skies... 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

Sun Salutation feat. Trice Be PhantomMagnetiq

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)

Kelly Rowland's Motivation featuring R. Kelly. I may be showing my age a little here, but R.Kelly makes every track better.

Motivation ft R. Kelly

"Don't judge a book by it's cover," we say. But if we're honest, how much of the story are we actually letting people read? Riding on a hard core, edgy beat akin to taking an introspective walk through the park, Open Book is a multi-layered poem, addressing common misconceptions from various angles. You will definitely have to listen to this over and over. The more you listen, the more you'll discover!

Open Book

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Tyrese f/R. Kelly & Tyga - I Gotta Chick That Love Me [Dirty]

ONCE UPON A SUNDREAM: The Question Is?!

Magi's Hands

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Sweet Nothing

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Fire & Desire(Drake type beat)

Bone Thugs-N-Harmony -  What Have We Done ft Michael Jackson

Ludacris feat Trey Songz - Sex Room

Wind beneath my wings (Jules & Tshombe Sekou)

SOUL-LOVELY
by Jawanza Amennun on Friday, October 29, 2010 © at 7:31am


Soul-Lovely! You are SO lovely. Let me behold your beauty if only for this one moment in time. My heart is solely in love with just the thought of you. It has me caught up with you, enraptured in each of the memories in my mind. Yet I pray that is more than just a memory that I can find. My disposition in a state of suspended animation in your absence. And I am hopelessly captured, helpless like an unattended child. Love you with my whole body & mind & soul Beloved! Let me extol the total loveliness of your face! I want to kiss  your hands & feet, your back… your waist. Come back! Let put my breath on the small of your back. Back on the nape of your sweet neck once more. So much love in store beyond the packaging of this Soul-lovely! You are SO lovely. You take my heart on a journey where my art thus inspired does explore… the world of love inside of you whenever you are away from my door. Whatever have you gone to stay for? What more can I say when I pray… to such a heaven sent advent that has suddenly appeared, walked into my life's door & touched me so… in those empty spaces where you have made my aspirations soar? Soul-Lovely, you are SO lovely. It seems like we've only just begun to love & yet I feel so much like I've lived & loved you thus before. So many aeons ago & agone beyond this time & more. Soul-Lovely, you are SO lovely. The vision of the loveliness that I… SO adore.


SOUL-LOVELY

Lead vocals & composition by J.Lane. Musical arrangement by M. Jones. Spoken word vocals by J.Z. Amennun. From the LUNAR EP