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Old 04-25-2013, 01:34 PM   #10
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Chained to the pen, shackled to the plastic keyboard,
Enslaved to the end, (words as waves over blasted seafloor),

right off the back got me hooked man, love that first line


Moon-draggled, these runes rattle my memory’s bones
(Moods battle with rude ***kles as enemies foam
With the same brine lining my hope’s closed coasts,
Patiently riding the storm throat’s morose chokes)
An ocean of emotion, where a cold boat floats,
Two patched holes, a cracked mast, old ropes stowed,
A tattered sail; battered, pale boom so weatherworn
And shattered, frail under noon suns, frost and tethers torn,

I love the descriptivness with the whole boat and ropes stowed.. diggin it man btw I read as i feed if you cant tell lol


And more salt than kettlecorn—in this vessel, this ship,…my letters form,
My syllables meddle and twist, with muscles that wrestle with fish,
And sever thorned-ribs from flesh bespeckled in grit…
I am that veteran, sick and adrift, amidst the tempest
Hooks and lines are crooked rhymes I sink to grip the senses
Each metaphor a marlin, alarmed at the barbed thought,
Each simile a scarred fin, marking her spars fought ,

Again, very nice my friend

My heart fraught with flaws tugging the hard rod
Each piece fights to reach the beach and not meet the sharp rocks
Where the critics sit, a clique of crickets fit to feed frogs,
Each bar is a bright beam that streams far in deep fogs
I feel each knot and each clot in bloody, broken hands
Haul each conceit caught up to the ugly, hopeless land
Some will pull a profit, fueling future explorations…
Some go in the garbage, mewling useless protestations…
Few get sent to market as exhibits of my prowess…
Few go to my coffin- witnesses to my endowments

[B] that buttery smoothness, i wish i was clever enough to come up with some of these metaphors lol [B/}

But now its… silence on the waves as I brave the elements
Fighting to shake shark rage that craves the supple flesh
Of precious meta-fish … one of which I bring here
For you to digest with fresh veggies and spring beer
You see, on that beach, in which I fish unceasing
Hungrily seeking fresh conceits each evening
I’m a slave to the pen and the page, and my wages
Will only be paid if what I relay is amazing,
Only THIS will emancipate me: You, reading this..
Which I’ve fished, and comprehending every phrase and statement..


this finished off nicely, very poetic cadence about you


So I really enjoyed your verse this week bent. content was top notch, scheme, flow on point as usual. all in all a high caliber verse bro




Good ol' America.
Land of the thieves & millions of slaves.
Where the government stages terror plots
to keep it's citizens confused & afraid.

Real talk dude


Sandy Hook, Boston Marathon- they think it's a joke,
laughing at us all but I know it's a hoax.

ehh, dont get me started

They say it's murder she wrote, so stab the bitch
with an asterisk. Then ask her this,
"How do we allow corrupted men to show us the ropes?"
They certainly do, too! Just so they could hang us high.
Or have us on all fours while keeping the wool over our eyes.

to a certain extent i agree with this

The Sandy massacre-
they say it was a tragedy, some crazy kid
walks into a school with assault weapons & starts blasting, rapidly.
Remember quiet ol' Aurora, CO? Hmm, something
smells fishy. And it ain't just the stinky pussy you eat'n,
it's the bullshit you don't care to see.

[B] wait... lmfao, what? [B/]

When shit gets real (insert sarcasm) they are happy to report
to you live-
from Hollywood, fresh exclusives & beautiful lies.
Boston is the icing on the cake, many see the deception.
Realizing that mainstream media is a powerful weapon.
America is nothing more than a giant prison,
& we are pawns in their eyes.
And the only way to bring'em down is with an open
& powerful mind.

idk man, not your best work lol


either you had a busy ass week and wrote this up in 20 minutes or you smokin that good good, either way you didnt quite bring it this week. i've read monsterous verses from you in the past couple weeks and this just wasnt up to par bro. mvgt=Bent
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