Magic carpet ride

Carpet Ride

Flying high upon a magic carpet ride, enforced with only few to the availability, a pass

Taking in the whole attraction wishing, for the flight holding hands to ready the anticipation comes to alas

Mary Jane, clicking her ruby red heels, only needing permission,

She no longer chooses to run and hide she's now bestowed with wisdom and a vision

Chants rise of "There's no place like home" with voices of array

Magic encounters grant us absolute possession without any delay

monkeys soar and wings flap, all in our heads with this fantasy of sight

Awaiting my chance to take off, nothing else can matter as much as this flight

Massive hour-glass spiders, molded jeweled with blacks and reds,

steadily weaving webs, spinning on their tips bouncing from the floors to beds

Mushrooms grown for you to digest, leaving clouds of haze, bright flicking lights strung into glitter of rhapsody flooding trips of a constant daze

Enticing within, tipsy turvy, tickling seduces jibbering,

Formulated into morphed sounds to induce giggles, bodies begin a cart-wheel flipping

Rainbows arc the open sky, a plethora of color ensure, tripping

Snakes enriched with toxins of venoms, appealing contradictions now clearer, numb, absolute no feeling ever

Allowing tempting lures of

whispers how they coax, quenching that thirst,

Inception becomes prudent, gazes of spirits drive me to wander without a thought, first

Reacting to the dreaded formidable deadly bite, having no implication of failure near

We let down our gates to enter, grasp again with adventures of those we have no fear,

The vicious snarls, diablo horses gait, attempting control of untamable reigns

At first sight appears a warning streak of black turns to manes

Yet, we still hold on tight, poison forcing the shake and shiver

Down the spine, with a small quiver,

Introducing the question, "to which route welcomes the deadly bite"

No hesitation nor unplanned sliver, for spite

Crimson layered nails, a point, marking the hydrated plump section

Following down to the undeniable just plat for the injection,

Exclusive rights to impregnate dainty virgin veins.

Enabling the paralyzation to ensue, commencing fastest results, resolving all that pains

Falling into most invigorating rush, with delight

Involving perfectly laid pipes for nectar of life, construction non yielding the highest flight

Pursuant not to forget the travel of venom, entirety

Perpetually pleading for any release pertaining promise of propriety

Instantly achieving, the continuous soar of speed

A hunger this will feed

Consumption of all the lies, continually twists and turns

Invigorating pleasure, holds fiends itching for that intoxicating burns

Highways of plasma fall prey to invasions of poisons you willingly apply, fighting your demons in pouring rain

Paranoia sets in, fear subsides with the soothing approaching roars ejected by that mighty freight train

Where graffiti even comes laced with shimmers of concoctions the youth appropriately call by the name Molly

You dance and sing, and are all jolly

Entrancing your body, loosing control allowing the swaying to begin,

Taking on positions of a sex driven sucubus in men's dreams, she knows she'll win

The ritual rapidly grows, demons sucked in willing to partake

Can you control it for heavens sake

How you take the lead for now with no snare to pull to the body, naked

you now graciously share amongst all and foresee no need for surgery and fake it

dancing perhaps, as a little shy girl with all the love in place

Looking in the mirror realizing its no longer your face

transforming to dark secrets of infusions

smiling big as fuck with too much to uncap, unravels of tethers to be all but confusions

Racing around with music notes playing in tune, drilled in your head,

trains of scattered debris, fools your ears for the certainity of methodical playlists in lead

drum and bass beats drop with perfect harmony peaking interest erryone to and fro for the freaking

Entranced by smoke you are impaled to inhale, being coached, slowly slowly, fact not fiction

anxiously growing close to that fast-approaching, last nod granted permission for the ending deep inviction.

Enthralled with the relief coming of a much needed exhaltion, incrypted of the raging drug,

releases of smoke finally escapes the body filtration

you held oh so patiently for that perfect release of fumes

Prancing around your thoughts comes clouds of smoke plumes

With so many indescribable sensations emerging from the invited unknown,

And now begins the extremity of tingle, heat forcing itself as a tidal wave, and not too soon

Finally, looms of intoxicating fuel yearning for the much awaited day of rapture

A finish of balancing both air pockets, nearly tucked away from the publics non-excepted understanding capture

But they are guarded with massive cages, fitted with rounded ribs perfectly placed upon the chest for capture

happy sounds of breath are escaping like a soft hymned lullaby or new found scripture

The chest, for its own saving evolved to permit sudden bursts of silence a picture

Now take over, noticeable, even in hidden backwoods, the chest with full cavity, surrounding your heart, large balloons now rise and fall with all hopes released and now only dreams

Quickly the time elapses examining the face of the

ageless piece above so highly hung can now take on all pitches of dings and dongs associated with the everlasting sounds of the rungs

Affecting your thoughts of decisiveness approach turn to negative desires,

that boring classified anatomy lesson, now succumbs to realization of collapsed hollows of burning fires

How easily we loose sight on values, most important somethings, regarded with spite of none and awarded with a spot, assigned on the shelf, hanging so highly

Dissipation, only following now fades to the open plots, stuffed with two hollow bags, that idiots of naive diss, oxygen no longer circulates, barren with inlaid arid currents which embark, shyly

After the absentness subsides and the leftovers, examined by the elder and those who follow the infamous Jungs

Maybe we will win, awarding lifeline from ourselves enticing an invasion, collections of crisp air, penetrating once more, forcing the use of empty organs, with pursuations of inline in every motion,

But all the best are in hopes for, some inflation

Those we need so frequently to simply pass every daily ounce of existence,

Those now laying dormant, persists without debate, bare, blue and escaped patience

Verifying no more of these two here may avoid any effort play, we are left to captivate as if our ancestors left a blueprint to obey returning to the time of ancients

Releasing the tensed muscles relax they pull back wanting to contract,

Apt with pride, the filling of oxygen presumes its forgotten journey

Shades of pink come to muster, next the unveiling of warm moisture retreats into the walls, becoming the most soight after thankful encounter for the no longer starving lungs

Therefore trapping in a little net all those loving hearts

cast out into pounds of digusting morsels of rot, meant for beetles, the leftover parts, alone to decay,

wretched smells only predatory animals and walking cannibals seek out From the halls of hell

All that is bright, in an instant turns to shit, fades leaving a trail of stains and foul odors

Nothing but rotting bodies left to be adorned fragrances in non-freeing status of the awful stench

Posies flung by confused children, atop the open graves hoping to smell only fragrant filled powders without any finch

Six-feet deep, will not happen, for in my mind, no comprehension, the term you dare to repeat, the word of "retreat!"

With this actual fact that i humbly practice, replaces the feelings to induce some relief, yet, i do not back down nor allow any breath of hope assisting in my defeat

An unusual plague has developed, coined happiness which now returns to me ever so often

None-the-less, while still fresh, everyone continues to look down, snubbing their noses, and faking cracked smiles all for nothing

My logical understanding of probable being, entombs me with pains of them,

penetrating my soul with pain, rapped in stabs too deep,

Becomes a vision the ever pleasing torment, turn to be little peers of an uneasy eye to peep

You will make known a vacant stare that's being eaten away with teaming jealousy, now it can haunt, if allowed, but to you I promise, nothing here consists of sinister, that's a lore

Because on my knees I am no more

My days filled with excitement and play

With you my love I now spend the day