The Griffin Way.

Grinding your teeth upon the news.     
                                    
Gather your things and I.                
                         
Go as far as the Styx, it is a fix.     
            
                 
Raise of disbelief your worried brows. 
                                        
Running is useless between you and I.         
                               
Raised again, praised again, the ancient T-Rex.



I see it, all powerful, from my own eyes.         
                   
I stop running, and cry:  why I?           
                               
I am told everyone needs a crucifix.   

                                                                                        
False retort a wise owl, you need a night.       
                                  
Feathers to carry you away, leave without a sigh.   
                                      
Fly to the new realm of the rex and find peace.         
            
              
Fleeced of my earthly belongings, I become alpha.    
                                   
Fleeced of my earthly body, I become ethereal.                                                                  

Fleeced of my last breath, I become eternal.          

                                                 
I discover finally the never ending why.         
                                                  
I am breast fed upon the milky way, what a bib!      
                                                     
I blink, giggle, and rest in the warm embrace.   

                                                       
Negating all, brought the countdown to C, B, A.       
                                                  
Nullifying the inflicted inhumane pains and hurts.
                                                           
Numbered are our days, infinite is my rest.                                                          

favourite feathery friends,

Give me a night fever,

 I am on a high;

 Give me a black raven' feather,

 I believe I can fly;

 Give me a feathered pen,

 I open my wings and write,

 I am flying.

Everybody is Welcome!

Welcomus to my Patheticus/Joyus Genus.

First there was the Nom,

Non-believing, Non-following, Non-smoking;

Then there was the IQ,

Apologetic, Apolitic, Apocalyptic, Apoplectic;

Till came the Call,

Superficial, Supernal, Supernatural, Superscribal,

Still full of Sin,

Oleoresin, Relativin', Renegadin', Ravin';

Then found Us,

The new Genus, All encompassin',

Australopithecus, Octopus, All dreamin',

All Egocentric, All Electric, All Fantastic,

So I unearthed me,

Genus Spanielus Tibetanus Bitchus,

Nonsensical, Alcoholic,

 Superego, Sinnin', Singin',

 Elephantically Dansin' in the Dark.

Doing Dumbo, opening my ears

 and flying, far away;

Dog gone.

Doggone.