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

Misspelled Scribble

Sounds from Thursday morning

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)

Contains ambiance from the track ORGASM MUSIC and samples of audio from various adult films.

Pantherion Prime from PRIME Scribes © 2014

A BODY  of MUSIC (the Orgasmic 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)

enhancement of the vocals of the original.

I WONDER part III (remixed with voice doubling)

PASSIONS

I've seen your
face before
been to this
place before...
known your soul before
you are indeed to me...
a haunting de ja vou.

three shades of me
of you mingling in
a mix of whites and greys.
three shapes you
in a site of misty me.

de ja vou... do you remember me?
de ja vou... do you recall when we
1st cultivated this sight
this sound... out by the sea?

a de ja vou... a view of me... a
spew love so long ago... that
I had thought
might be for we forever
and we'd never fade to black
if only... I and you
my lovely de ja vou...
would let... it be.

you said it's better that
we let go of these
lasting past life memories
but I swear I cannot
forget you... I miss you de ja vou...

you so unalike now
than any other... this
judge of every other love
too pain-filled for me... to see..
a distilled pull of what
to me was once... so much
of what was once... so rich to me.

a de ja vou... the sentiment
of you... so full of such
so full of what was once
this... old story that was told
a lost epic of my own
this stolen epithet
of my... inner experience

this now only rich in
what comes rushing in
again in this my lonely live
of life without thee by the
shore of me.

de ja vou... are you
remembering me
and that beautiful time of
we so way back when?
so... way back when I knew
that I could breathe
and live with you
beneath the ocean's roar
forever and ever
and ever... de ja vou?

I used to submerge with you
back then... you were the
mermaid sleeping
underwater.

I but a simple initiate
gone down
the twenty-eight steps
each reach to next
the levels of my temple
by the sea.

ahh... de ja vou... don't you
remember me?
I gone down to drown myself
in the lovely deep of thee.
an entry of the thrust of me
into the mystery of this thy
beautiful world... of words?

the best days of me
ALL ways were spent
as a night with you...
a de ja vou... the read of me.
a ride of tide... into
that life which I used
to dream of in this deep.

this... see beneath
of my submerge
I to but be... a re-emerge
into the sublime.... after the
bubbling baptismal of my

mumbles
and my tones
my bubble and
my groans thus
only loaned to me
temporarily
in the vision of you...
my… de ja vou.

Pantherion Prime from PRIME Scribes © 2014

DE JA VU (spoken word with Triada's Instrumental)

rough draft instrumental track in preparation for  a new recording with StarChild Kimela

TRANCE PROJECT (instrumental)

Utopia - A Poem by Puss'n Boots, digital music ambiance by Pantherion Prime

Sad ballad instrumental... contains sampled portions of Lionel Richie's 'HELLO"

NEVER ENDINGS - Vocals & Lyrics by Kimela Ezechukwu/ Musical Arrangements by Pantherion Prime

Morning Worship Song

remix digital instrumental for the poetry piece by PRIME Scribes of the same name (WHAT COMES AFTER YOU). This piece contains samples from Louva-A-Deus by Milton Nasciemento & ALL IN by Flying Lotus.

WHAT CUMS AFTER YOU (Instrumental) by Pantherion Prime

Mind fuck

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

THE TRUTH ABOUT MEDUSA

Copyright 2006 SehuZen Multimedia Productions, LLC, 2008 Goddess HerStory, Inc

Originally composed by J.Z. Amennun for Ase Theater & Dance Collective's
performance piece of the same title .

The truth about Medusa

Not a patriarchal specter, nor a monster, but the Moon stirred.

Originally, Grand Matriarch & Moon Maiden came simultaneously in one name at 1st.

1/2 later cursed by the worst of the worst on the scene as obscene.

Otherwise known as Metis.

Splintered when the double axe entered from the hand of Mercury into the mind of Zeus

& re-emerged ex-purged as the Virgin Daughter Athene also known as Neith... when she was an Egyptian, but now, somehow incomplete,

She, ever on the verge of making defensive warfare, herself against herself. The Virgin versus the Crone. No truce.

The virtue of the verse, lies in the connecting lines
between the words you have heard & the Truth.

No one to correct

the mess made of the Mysteries,

the Original Story.

GNo poet left

to sing the mythological allegory.

The lecture, now sectioned within a fraction of seconds from its original reckoning, like the separating of a Daughter Cell in reverse parthenogenesis.

So respect her,

wholly Goddess-bodied, born on the shores of Lake Tritonis,

Lybian face reflected

in the Mask of Gorgon.

Fear, only injected

in the hearts of those souls not perfected,

Hands off! No man handling

the Queen of the Amazons!

For 25 years,

fear of the fiery flame

from the crescent bow

kept Greek heads low.

Lunar mind descendants

in the wombs of African women.

Oracular offerings reminiscent

of the zodiacal call,

memory recurrent in the Moon flow.

Mere mortal men dare not,

nor care not to tread

petrified in the path by the dread

as she looses the locks on her head, electrified.

Le petit mort is the rigor

of rigamortis in the Rites of the Dead.

The Truth About Medusa

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

WOKE UP... TO SUPPLE YOU
- JZA aka "^SEHU?!." (from My Morning Meditations © 2012)
by Jawanza Amennun on Friday, July 6, 2012 at 8:49am •

From now... til the moment I woke up to supple you. The plan of a planted path to be re-followed. So follow me then.... & descend... down, down... the winding  of  the words of my verses' spin. Begging your pardon, my dear… my adjectives & verbs & nouns... no less terse than the words once heard in Solomon's Garden... no less dutiful seemed by she... who has dove's eyes to see. So... see me now my friend. Look @ me. Swallow the ink of pen. 

Woke up with this morning with a mind determined once more to Love you again... a mind so undeterred to not stop. Yes… I live again... if only for the Love of you. Yes... again. Is this a sin that I Love you like this? It must be. Because it just feels too good to me… for that which lies in my heart to not to be... true. Feels like I'm somehow cheating on the whole Universe as my wife... to in my life have with you so much Love in so little time as Providence gives us two. You are my Love. I pray that no jealous god finds his way to peek into my lair to see.... what we have done. For surely... he would thus sorely punish me... expel me from my light body... for eating this forbidden fruit of your tree. And yeah! I have eaten it to the core! 

My worst thoughts... rubbed sore up against me...@ the 1st sight of you... so bare... so raw... so bold… so beautiful. The rest of you... the best of you... I must declare runs through & through... by design... from the mind of you. Woke up so aware... so plaited with the immeasurably pleasurable need to tease the mane of  my mare... the wiry ends of Love. Ah... to thus find Love in the smelling of the scented hairs of your Love again. Stretch them out until the nakedness of your sensual intelligence is ALL that I see in you... of me. Tend to you with the brush of a new adventure's abruptness.... after I take a little time to just stare into your eyes. 

Find you... in that state of mind... where were you are... at the bottom of a hot pot that screams... "Yes! Yes! More please!" Removed the kettle from the eye & and then I... poured my dream... filled up my cup with you & your cream. This heated brew of you... by which I intoxicated... do steep my tongue into  the bewitching reflections of your lovely face. 

The taste. The image of your beaded waist... this vision that I can't erase.... even if I wanted to. So strenuous! So tenuous it would be... for me... to... try to put up... any resistance to you. Foolish pride & guilty futility. A brutal battery of my senses... to not think of you... the way that I do.  And why on earth would anyone want to ever want to look away from you? Why would I ever want to divert my eye away from the divide... betwixt your sultry hips & soulful thighs? Uhn Uhn! Can't do it. Won't. 

How could I not fantasize about the tenderness of your hands & feet... not long to ALL was greet your lips... mixed with sweet sweet kisses to be sipped  from your cup by me? How could I not want to so slowly savor the taste of last night's silhouette of you? My pillow still wet... with the visions of the way you did.... prance in my mind. 

The gift of sugar plums... dancing... like the greetings of yule tide. Then & there... you the cause of my stilled resign in the morning time. No revision for this one. I've left nothing unsaid. Nothing I have said... to be deemed unnecessary. Every sentence given not to lay waste in the expansion of breath. Think I'll just go drink down this liquid of aromatic flavorful ecstasy that’s left. 

I just Love coupling & cuddling with bliss filled you... you who are so good to me... down to the last dregs of this my morning tea... my morning see... of the whispers of steam that I know will still haunt me.. in my ALL day dreams... from now... to when I woke up to... supple you.


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