Pantherion Prime

Alternate version with more lyrics of WRITE CLICK from the album DIGITALLY SexXxY The Mix Album track number 02 at https://pantherionprime.bandcamp.com/album/digitally-sexxxy-the-mix-album-and-lp-ep WRITE CLICK (with extended lyrics) (operator voice) "you have stumbled into a hate free zone... please enter your access code to gain admission please." write click... digitally sexXxy the new download of the Love 2.0 app is now available for download... for your Mac, your PC and your mobile wireless devices and what more need we say? the cost of admission is a bit thicker than the first one. it is but a write click of the mouse and a stick... of the tongue... away. what is... love? who is... love ? what do we mean when... we... say we... love? is it... mother love or... father love? or is it... brother love? or is it... sister love? or is it... just that... other love... we seem to mean... when we really mean... lust? unless you are in the right clique you cannot even... trust that what we... speak of love... when we... preach of love... when we really speak of hate. write click... digitally sexXxy the new download of the Love 2.0 app is now available for download... for your Mac, your PC and your mobile wireless devices and what more need we say? the cost of admission is a bit thicker than the first one. it is but a write click of the mouse and a stick... of the tongue... away. (operator voice) "you have stumbled into a hate free zone... please enter your access code to gain admission." I say I love you... and you say... you love me... and yet we lie to one another... precisely... the ones we... say... we love... for the love of God... for love of country for the love of Corps.... fathers gladly... send their... sons to war... for what? to die for... mother mother's... again. write click... the new click the new shtick... the bully on the block become the bully on the... internet... never given... love. though politically apolitical... though I never... swerve away from... love... I never swerve... away from social commentary. if the shoe fits... wear it it unerves you... then bear it a quitter... never wins... and a... winner never quits. so why hate... when it comes... to love? assault and battery by weapons of mass distraction "somebody get that baby off the fire escape!" right click... now you can pull the... right chick... or the right dick for a little bit... of disrespect grown and sexXxy's cool (watching as the world turns NYC to East LA... it'll be okay) but I really wish you'd watch those... babies too. (operator voice) "you have stumbled into a hate free zone... please enter your access code to gain admission please." (repeat 3x's) love... love... love. yeah... we're gonna get sexXxy too... but I would be remiss if I didn't tell you... and now these three remain... and they are Faith... Hope... and Charity... otherwise known... as love. but the greatest of these... to me... is love. (operator voice) "you have stumbled into a hate free zone... please enter your access code to gain admission please." Pantherion Prime from PRIME Scribes © 2014

From the Original poem by Pantherion Prime of the same title on his PRME Scribes writers page and now ALL so on the album MY COMFY COUCH available at https://pantherionprime.bandcamp.com/album/my-comfy-couch PURPLE PASSION FABRIC purple... strangely is not just one but an array... of a range of... different hues an arranged combination of fused colors a natural occurrence between the mix... of two of the primaries colors of red... and blue. and it is as... deep... a shade of rich as it is... as such... situated betwixt the lightest and darkest pitches of crimson and of violet.... and maroon! baby's phat! she too is rich and it doesn't take an advanced degree for me... to clearly see this! no... we don't no need rocket science. for we can plainly see the compliance of the... purple passion of she that on these... shiny sheets of... fabric be these tiny bits of magick... the prefect of this... her perfectly pictured description the reminiscence of high cheek bones and tiny hands the very definition of sweet lips to kiss for me and ALL so of what is called so... deeply intellectually... yes she's sexxxy... indeed... in deed. and she a... soft pillowette of lust filled words and images... the prints in flush-filled pink of the poetic pen... the Prime in the ink and such of I... so inspired to write my lust for her. indeed the why of it that be I so... fired up in me... and I excited by my own desire you... for you... for you this purple girl... and though I admit I want her sex there are other things I want from her purple world... yes you... and more so too and yet I just so beguiled by this the lovely of that smile of hers... her flex of fingers the grooved style of her crimped and... kinky hair... right there! in the natural curl of her you see she speaks... without a word to me but with but a gesture of her hand she the expand to open fan and even her point of toes have a language ALL their own you see this... mood moving in my... following of the camera... a chimera... such a womanly... and fabulous beast the reach... of what... my mind's eye sees that shutter of light speed by the flutter by of my selective focus here applied. my quick time then... thus slowed and set... to low by very need of me... at the every sight of she allowed to by me to be taken in I like a roll of film so temptingly over exposed and I must stop myself if... for but a moment just to capture this... utterly picture perfect... of her thick the raise of arched eyebrow on the horizon of a lit up rainbow sky the divide of I now... stretched so high where I lie above... the other ones the shadowed colors of her... batting lashes the flatter of hips and thighs that catch my sighs with she in a lay... of an intimate way. and she so meant... to be laid by me... the sway... in a gaze of lazy eyed lovers exchange we two... these souls... so lovely the look that lives... between us the parting of the earth with seed and the planting of these flowery... forevers of so... slinkily posed and as... so it is... so... mote it be that those words composed in the half crazy mind of me... that see that indeed it is... she that is this... purple passion's fabric in the tender bleed of touch of me. so delicate... and so true... so true... this fact that purple strangely is not just one color but an array of a... range of different hues. Pantherion Speaks from PRIME Scribes © 2013

This is the artist's bio in her own words about how and why she began to write poetry. This is from thee highly anticipated erotic poetry album of the year FREAKY TALES #16 drops with music produced by Walter Pop Matthews IV, Sugar Ray and Pantherion Prime host of the show for this premiere/ feature on Pantherion Speaks Radio.

This is the title track from my new spoken word album still in te works available only here https://pantherionprime.bandcamp.com/album/my-comfy-couch There are only three tracks available... and I have two more to go! Please visit at the link above and check out why this might be one of my best works. I hope you enjoy... the soulfully erotic sounds.. and the lyrics that are posted with the album in its flow. This album was inspired by the original poems on my Facebook writers page... PRIME Scribes: https://www.facebook.com/media/set/?set=a.733469616673637.1073741840.717816074905658&type=3 Pantherion Speaks through PRIME Scribes © 2014

This is my R.I.P instrumentation of my impression this poet LeeLee Aint MsBehavin's scathingly witty piece... Msbehavin's Madness {Bitch, You Ain't Dead} I want to take a moment of silence For the dead poet Because in this society There are 8 million stories And more than likely Half of them are lies The cries for help are heard loud and clear Watch out for the attention whores Who pours their heart out for your sympathy The bittersweet symphony of life Is set on repeat This broken record is starting to hurt my ears Wipe those crocodile tears from your eyes Because I despise tellers of tall tales Have you heard the story About the girl who cried wolf? She hoped to sell tickets to her live show But I'm not buying them She resides in the lion's den Stop lying to them Everyone was crying and then Found out how that cackling ass hen Spit bullshit to her sistren and brethren What about your friends Who poured one out for the homie In loving memory of the fallen poet Profile pics changed Impromptu pieces were arranged Because the strain of loss was all too real People were filled with the sorrow of knowing That tomorrow wasn't promised But lost it when she spit her Jesus piece Three days later proclaiming That she's no longer deceased FUCK a cease fire Who's ready to spit fiyah Like Makaveli in The Don Killuminatti The 7 day theory And set blaze to a sinner? What's not so unique about this platform Is that some folks remain true to form While normal people share a piece of themselves through poetry Others bask in the bullshit of blasphemy Damn shame that telling fibs Is your claim to fame Each pulse through veins And the blood flow that remains Is a blessing from the most high All canines don't go to heaven Because sleeping dogs lie That's what bitches do... Play dead . ©LeeLee Aint Msbehavin' 1/15/2015

this is a track that I have recorded a piece that I have written to. it is available on line now at https://pantherionprime.bandcamp.com/album/scream-hell-yeah-the-lp-ep-mix

ALL lyrics and vocals by Joe Daverbal Mindancer, digital arrengement by Pantherion Prime, this track contains portions of Killer Joe By Art Farmer & Benny Golson Jazztet as well as vocals sampled from the Manhattan Transfer of the same title. THEME OF JOE He walks with a distinguished swagger, it doesn't matter what chatter he'll spill words chill as he speaks your mind, with a beat in time with flavor he'll rearrange your thought process as he ascends the scale as the horns wail then back into a tale of fantasy with realities sting He scribes these things He scribes these things He scribes the things he knows as the baseline creeps the baseline speaks the pattern of his cadence is remarkable it sparks you all into finger taps fingers snap, he tilts his hat with that 30's trim that gangster brim, that slick grin keeps you wondering does he speak of me speak of thee as conversations by relations appear to be his way of telling you the truth smooth with his dissertation without disrespecting you'll be laughing and chuckling with out disrupting a bond you'll be so fond be so fond, hoping his words would go on. but in short thesis with short pieces he's reach the soul of you and played his theme for you wanting you haunting you flaunting you as his one and only as only a Killer Joe can do © 2014 Joe DaVerbal Minddancer

Original written and spoken word poetry over funk instrumental by LeeLee Ain't MsBehavin. Contains a sample of and select parts of a Bootsy Collins bass solo performed in Japan in 1993. This track was produced as remix for spoken word by Pantherion Prime for Pantherion Speaks and PRIME Time Productions. UNTAMED PEN is the title of book by this author. ALl rights reserved by Lisa N. Wiley © 2014