Mash the slash to be perfect

Mash the slash to be perfect
There is no need for that surface
Of mother earth
Now that it has given birth
To a newer millionium
Clever to foreweave
The slander in a lie
That hell can decieve
Put your ohman
In gear...
Stand and adhere
To another quest
On my venue
Put forth like a good milkshake
That does the slake and bake.

Twilight bliss

On this last comprehend
Of the almost dead
So please footnote the above quote
Called sally offshore
Of a prolonged venture
Time in a bottle
Timed to hit or miss
This is the bliss from a faraway kiss?
The castle is ripe
I've inherited a billionare
Don't delerium
This is the case of the quillionare
Squander tempest
Rest offshore
This a quill
That shall write no more.