11th Wonduh:

exorbitant metaphorical flesh i sheds..
gives way to skeletal & a skull forged from flame...
is he like john blaze?

nope

introduce you to the apocalyptic verbatim
of the double one

the rebel of manifestation as i killer bee
swarm your sanctuary like a black plague
infestation

humansuper opus, writer that knows no plateaus
simply, ascension.
figments of your imagination
twilight zone dimensions, enrapturd in your falsified
pretensions. i implement closure.
the ending is real

zarathos emerges from lines, triple stage darkeness
in poetical purgatory. no light, only sunburst orange
flashes

the metaphorical beatings are for real
barbed wired verbatim, punish garbage with
forty poetical lashes. lacerate til the writes
bleed water

serotonin levels, your writes releases toxins
liable to slit the blue vein of an 8 x 11
creative depression

serrated verbatim
disembowels the metaphorical
resurrect bits & pieces & assassinate you
with conscious & science of life spit

fact allow me to be fractional & reduce this
jewel to simplified terms

metallic bandage you with your writes
like sarcophagi at egyptian rituals

innovators inspire movements, disciples spark
opuses & haters, they simply get
moved

(((pause)))

  ...Da Futurist Fort...:

((( Continue )))

To

Pursue pass poor poetics incision a ginsue
Potted pathetic diction suicidal scripts
Compositions an affliction 1 injection let me kill 2
Pour acid in their pens, so papers are chewed through

Writers looser than creamed vaginal pussy juice
Tight as hell comments, please what a wet dream, misconstrued
Dicks emit nocturnally pre-cum poems, hand screwed
Lies, even the devil wants to fuckem & Ill introduce

Were gathered here today scattering scribed ashes
At the multitudes wake respecting the dearly departed
Take a bullet to the face brain manner smashes
Like Leonardo point blank range direct hit target

Fronted pros material exhibitionist taxidermist stuffed
Hunted hoe poems venereal tricks leaving minds fucked up
Meaningless meager mended misaligned metaphorics
So easy a caveman can do it, stick figure writes, prehistoric

Non stimulating simulating something slightly scintillating
Corny concepts collapse no conjunction & were on callwaiting
Pumping garbage garble, gagging graphically I vomit
Over vile prose asinine acrostics hacked haikus sickening sonnets

Get your weight up exercise, rough drafts are scuffed scabs
I swing harmful haymakers K.O. kidneys sprinkle some gut jabs
Clever connected boxing barrages like flurries of Mayweather
We slap boxed weak poems to the 85% GET YOUR SHIT TOGETHER

Or next time well lay our hands on your collection without the leather

Beatings wont be fiction that head will get more than rocked
To a sick submissive point when the audience will even beg us

To


((( STOP )))

  11th Wonduh:

an metaphorical animal with
flammable vocabulary
emerging from the catacombs of oxidized
mandibles

((whoosh))

incinerated skeletals, use disintegrated
ashes as charcoaled ink for these thought provoking stencils
cerebral, telepathic assassin, class of 88 disciple
askin me to adjust my poetical stance is like...
shit, take the john lennon approach & just
imagine

re-education of the double one, from h. to wonduh
mr wizard can't dispel the mythical alchemy as i turn
iron hematomas on legs to adamantium limbs. water into
condensed vapors & watch some of drown underneath
six fathoms of paper

tap jaws, make you a prodigy's example
reanimated, cartoonish ass writers is ass
& they know it. dead writers still spittin & don't know
it.
i reign heavy metal weight over your mind
like i precipitated titanium alloy anvils

parallel linears of flame, sunburst orange interwoven
organic magnetic, polarized graphics, fields of magnetics,
converses to colossus armor when the magnetism is
revealed

apocalypse & wonduh is as metaphorically gangsta like
them cats on the shield. unlimited creative ammunition
in them desert eagle poetical hammers we wield
kevlar & battle armour, we withstand the shrapnel
exposed in the field

call to arms, i got three with fractured no2's
still clasped within their thumb & index

encase em in glass & display you
as trophies on the wonduh'wall

(((bring forth the apocalypse)))