Blank State

I’m shuffling within a blank cerebral state
Soaked right thumb cuddled by a saliva drenched phase
It’s like this dreary day feels like a death play
Where vagabond celestial beings hover astray
I’m jamming with a high-browed bushy mane
Grasping illumination’s pensive treats with burgundy rays
Trinket prospectors chase lepricones
To then ponder how they could have been oblivious to the deceiving cons
I walk past a flock of perched Icarus wings
To watch them meditate over the glory days go a float
Rudely outrageous merchant lurking within noted down lullabies
Pledged tunes courageously capped by a knotted stance
Monotonous mouse hunts
Ambushing avid question marks
To fill-up this repose with intertwining charms
I heard the juries still deliberating if the scene was blunt
Off course, like let’s all be ghost busters and utilise the sacred grunt
The simpletons speak about searching for their best known course
I get bumped over to the farthest curve
When the blood drenched mob batters down failure’s torch
It anarchy clashing with chaos, it’s bound to be major
So I sway out of danger, when works seam complacent
To reach the summit of circulations peak
Is where my aura red beacon gleams
So I wouldn’t speak until I have frisked the dream
Exchanging flashes with chatter box bandits in a tug of war to see who will erect a flag
I decompress titanic proses like space pilots short-breathed due to space lag
To be a droid in-line towards the drainage sucking poise
Causes this arch phantom gargoyle vivid nostalgic dreams of pyramid schemes gone void
With a question marked stare, that mystified the growth spur’s dare
Patience is the virtuous wand enchanting dull prosperity
Yet feels like a corpse when the dust clears after the gun-festivities
When procrastination steals its prestigious P
Better be, the busy honey bee
Than the jolly cricket without winter feed
Substance is whole-proof and form is a disastrous recipe
Just ask the mirror when you take a pretty peek
And listen to it speak, with its undesirable critique
Indeed the hardy creed does defeat the merry need
catch life’s elixir from this cooled whisker
In this abyss where plutonic reactions bloom like blood orchids

By: Phantom Gargoyle