Signal Flare for Serious Firespitters

Word is bond so I get disturbed and bomb!

Close into gel, coasting
Close enough to smell emotions
Toasted and buzzed, rifts open…

Drifting on the swells of the ocean
Scoping bottom to top
Every drop of hope within…

I was wrote in, born in a dream, interloping….
A lost note at large, hiding until I could ride in
My code was carved with Poseidon’s Trident!

Gleaning multi-screens on every dream
Leaning on sculpted scenes
Of succubi demons gulping semen!

Djinn needing DNA of those who freely flay
Scheming to eventually be re-made
Meanwhile feeding on potential to create!

I’m not needy but whenever sleepy?
My knot is especially easy,
For mythical species.
Enriching mystically when feeding!

Everyone has a lifetime to put behind them and a life to look into the future of.
The past is too heavy and the future echoes too fast
So the present must be the lightest time to rest my head.

Handfuls of rotted disease to laud with glee!
The anti-hero’s commodity
Mantle of Loki of Literati!

Never fearing shots at me
But peering for hot sprees
Spherical prodigies who hear
And match lyrical camaraderie!

My untethered sling is an unbotchable dice roll
Because EVERYTHING is possible
And it’s better to cling to the phenomenal
Scoping to lightening this:

That’s not “clinging” to be carried and led
That’s winging it on the precarious edge
Flying off the ledge for nigh-unreachable discourse
Clinging with centripetal force!

Like swinging on a solar breeze, a ring around the source
I found the calling and get around without falling
So who’s down and all in for the sound I’m mauling?

Whether you’re a teetotaler or a drunken bowl roaster
If you’re untethered, jump onto my roller coaster
Bleed some lore, feed your wars, and if you’re needing more?

The ruckus we ride and clown won’t drop you
Even when upside down, enter this course…
And as a habit gravity holds you with centripetal force!

As before, so again.
Minds blend, more in store,
Minding the pen.

Rife with bridges to burn strife and slitches
And a life of eating fobs, beating the odds and spitting digits
I slice to blur my righteous stir, rhyme my pearls and redefine NERD CYPHER!