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Eŋg · 06-16-2013, 02:03 PM

the harder it's exposed, the harder to make true,
i'd rather just take two
moving through the oblongata to the navel:
that's a fucked up angle, like taking cuts from anvils,
*clink, clank* jump back,
remember the loving jangle of my mother’s bangles,
stuck in sandals;
never learned how to do up laces. grew up basic,
chewed up Asics, Pops, props: dude wasn’t faceless,
maybe just a fool, and ancient,
learnt the hues of a bruise in places
(still sometimes choose to taste it),
me i knew few faces, just knew the way which
was to pay my dues to be due a payslip,
accrued the patience, now move with sapience.
relaying wisdom and this verse ain't even written,
deconstruct the clock: you've a circadian rhythm,
disengage from the prison & find your way out the system.
take your time,
Time is bitten: consistent with these words and their mission,
you ain't the First, you a pilgrim,
fuck your purse and position!
understand it is written... you're; the words; all its fiction.
-- all the friction from the grind's quite worthless,
just to face-fuck anything that's divine: like earth is.
(mis)understand how blundered man is by times working,
timed work-slips, it's underhand... my spine diverges.
rhyme surgeon, a blind virgin took time learning
the eyes purpose obscures that which your mind searches.
whatever. doubt i'll ever know,
spit heat whatever the weather yo,
never let a beretta go,
yet better with clever flows
that'll end a pretender, no...
instead rock a headdress where holy feathers fold,
i wanna be about peace, or love. dead nouns
and Red Cloud(s) up where... only heaven knows.

06-16-2013, 02:03 PM	#1
Eŋg rhyme capsule. Join Date: Sep 2018 Posts: 2,150 Rep Power: 0	only heaven knows the harder it's exposed, the harder to make true, i'd rather just take two moving through the oblongata to the navel: that's a fucked up angle, like taking cuts from anvils, clink, clank jump back, remember the loving jangle of my mother’s bangles, stuck in sandals; never learned how to do up laces. grew up basic, chewed up Asics, Pops, props: dude wasn’t faceless, maybe just a fool, and ancient, learnt the hues of a bruise in places (still sometimes choose to taste it), me i knew few faces, just knew the way which was to pay my dues to be due a payslip, accrued the patience, now move with sapience. relaying wisdom and this verse ain't even written, deconstruct the clock: you've a circadian rhythm, disengage from the prison & find your way out the system. take your time, Time is bitten: consistent with these words and their mission, you ain't the First, you a pilgrim, fuck your purse and position! understand it is written... you're; the words; all its fiction. -- all the friction from the grind's quite worthless, just to face-fuck anything that's divine: like earth is. (mis)understand how blundered man is by times working, timed work-slips, it's underhand... my spine diverges. rhyme surgeon, a blind virgin took time learning the eyes purpose obscures that which your mind searches. whatever. doubt i'll ever know, spit heat whatever the weather yo, never let a beretta go, yet better with clever flows that'll end a pretender, no... instead rock a headdress where holy feathers fold, i wanna be about peace, or love. dead nouns and Red Cloud(s) up where... only heaven knows.