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

Misspelled Scribble

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)

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