Yuletide Pageant Merry Go Round

Yuletide Pageant Merry Go Round ode

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Panoply of mystical elements o’ breath aired
per millennia times two resonated
veritable pantheon of superstitions fired imagination
as catalyst viz homo sapiens fore head tugging simian beard
whence bygone agents provocateurs
fueled tens of previous generations bred Manichaeism
credo, a nebulous ethos sans early humanity vetted dual chaired
spirit world wide web populated with dominatrix
Roman sol invictus wrought fiery brimstone who dared
assert antiestablishmentarian dogma got hounded
to whit the bowels of hellish firmament most and/or many feared
they would be pitched headlong into said purported fiendish furnace
thus obeisance to moe rays of knitting belief system geared
thee ordinary bipedal hominid to acquiesce
decking the halls of the mountain king with boughs of holly haired
sprinkling angel dust from cremated remains in bleak midwinter
unwittingly interweaving pagan rituals tacitly accepted yet quietly jeered
as anathema to march of the kings who instilled obedience or death
which layman forswore, whence his loss of life or limb as mass of cries neared
resounding like tortured souls self flagellating their inherent joy to the world
whereby unsuspecting cynics among the madding crowd paired
amidst common every day folk beckoning ad lib lipped first noel
extemporaneously grafting customs taught when reared
as just a little drummer boy/girl pipsqueak
since straying from mainstream religious parameters scared
the silent night with unimaginable ogres on the warpath to smite
mortal man/woman with flaming torches angering unfriendly beasts tiered
inside the city state labyrinth ready for combat
while shephards watched their flock – as the latter veered
away from getting fleeced such as this writer who might be lambasted
for verging on the bring of being sacrilegious and/or weird.

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çhåråc†e® ske†çh øƒ m円hew sçø†† hå®®is! ™Born in Cincinnati that buckeye state January 13th 1959 – 57+ years to date A tangle of arms & legs testing lungs, which sounded great He kind of resembled a misshapen octopus with oval pate Glowering inxs of deep purple from blue mood being irate Thrust out the womb of Harriet Harris whom Boyce did date After courting this youngest Kuritsky kin whose ill-fate Whisked by grim reaper, which demise she did hate For her being imbued with vim and vinegar til illness ate Away her je nais sais quois personable maternal trait Evident during my boyhood reflected by her son of late As he too inches closer to his mortality and Hades gate Aware that each day ought to be cherished as the rate Of time courses down zip line where grim reaper does wait Attired in brand name hoodie swinging scythe across oblate Spheroid i.e. terrestrial firmament – though years some great Yet to be lived – trying to re cap cha childhood bliss b4 freight Train on a collision course toward self-destruction ala tete a tete With Anorexia Nervosa as thy then coveted deadly mate A brutal hellish spiral down in2 abysmal depths of despair did create Indelible psychological affects undermined existence I now equate writ horrendous emotional, physical n social gouge within pate Pledged troth ('bout 2+ decades ago), which spouse oft times berate For lack of expressed concern and attests schizoid psychic slate irrevocably seared and stunted natural development where I rate prepubescent, early adulthood mental illness did grate Against once boisterously playful innocent boy crushed potentate Only male heir from me deceased mother who tried to extirpate Mailer daemons who forged suicide pact and via voice did dictate Albeit without success, yet decry forsaken innate Experiences with female relationships off viz poisoned bait!
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