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Word War III:ADDICTionary collaboration

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Sengoku posted 05-22-2001 07:58 PM

{Jericho}
Trapped in walls of curtain calls
Uncertain words, unheard of slurs
Return the curse, refrain to verse
Rehearse the pen’s position
In predicting you will find addiction
Fiction full of superstition
Language is a life description
Records with no tools to listen
Wisdom used to fool the system
Christening the young of art
Hold your tongue and speak your heart
And words of war will break apart

{Sengoku} -
Addiction's scary,that's probably why my afflictions vary
until I "Re-Defined" myself and became ADDICTionary
"Meaning" each "Word" that's given,has to first be written
in alphabetical order where I heard it fit in
refer to it when,you feel it's absurd to listen
observe and pick then,some you feel have superb descriptions
A definition may not be in the right but in the left position
without repition,since we kept decisions to accept editions
some prepositions,verbs,nouns,adjectives, and adverbs
at 1st I thought "What would I be if we didn't have words"?
since we do,glad nerds often pay large selling fees
and I've been telling these kids yelling please stop using me for spelling Bees
cause when the bell rings he's automatically forced to depart
but of course if he's smart,he would ask his source to restart
1 thing though I shall regret,I sold out some friends and scalped the rest,
and used 26 of my best friends just to form the Alphabet
now it seems no1 ever has anything to say to me
so the way to see what I have to offer is looking me over from A-Z,
you can only pray 2 read,every single thing thing that I will show you
I'm supposed to educate many even if I didn't know to,
changes I go through make me know one thing,the one that is certain
I'm the realest out there,Webster's Dictionary,the unabriged version


{Cimmerian} -
Dear Diary, August Twelfth, Nineteen Eighty Two,
I’m writing you, to let you know, that I’m born anew,
And what I’ve grown to do, is become addicted to words,
My affliction is served, when I let my diction be heard,
September the 3rd, my very first day of kindergarten,
I figure starting, to read and write, was the key of life,
I speak of rights, during what’s left in the bleak of nights,
As I reach the heights, of a poet, I just seek their might,
Words free as kites, with their oppressive strings severed,
I just take flight, with them upon blessed wing feathers,
10th Of November, I become an apprentice for a wordsmith,
I learn quick, with the help of Webster, my first purchase,
My worst verses, are when I write and think too conscious,
No need to drink toxins, just a silent hope to speak it honest,
Sink into the fondness, of pride in one’s own creation,
Waves reverberating, transmitting from my home station,
With creativity’s patience, originality sparks the thought,
It’s best to lock the box, when I think outside, off the chart-
On the 4th of March, under my optometrist’s last line,
With the glasses refined, I see 4d, my future pastime,
In fact rhyme, is just the medicine to instill my health,
I feel my wealth, is found when I’m sitting beside myself,
I hide in depth, indefinitely till my sentences set me free,
Blessed I be, to be able to communicate, relate, and see,
The state of he, who holds a pen freely, can believe me,
You get greedy with your letters, I do what needs be,
Time to feed me, Words? It’s not that same crap,
Laid back, pen in hand, about to leave my vein cracked...

{Jericho} -
It’s inevitable, because ‘its?possessive
With homonyms that nobody ‘nose,?cause it’s congested
Who invested incorrected words in every nook n’cranny,
Drives me up a wall when it’s quiet halls I fancy
Vigilantes, you raiders of the tomb speak in drunken rages
Would do better under influence to turn my pages
But impatience ruins what I’m doin, kids would rather look
At a stack of playboys, than a rusty grammar book
Maybe bound to hardback, might as well be hand and foot
Jammed and put in dusted corners, rusted borders well kept
But who needs a fuckin book when you got a spellcheck
No self-respect - you should be ashamed of how you turned out
With that light bulb inside of your brain, that burnt out
But worse now, the run-on sentences full of comma splices
Indecisiveness in a world of one too many vices
Mouse and mices, feed the gooses, stupid fools the word is ‘geese?
Rarely found in book collections but I’m tagged upon the streets
Often greet the words I hold within me tender to a cheek
Grammar guides the light of lanterns so be careful what you speak


{Clarity} -
Heathen pleas are feeble decietful deeds of evil
Seeds of people breathe in deed to see the regal
Breed of the medieval form of sorcery - there's more to see
Formin' the verse in perverted version of vision born in me
Books burned in third degree - Be wise and now deny your eyes precision
Conflict in addiction - the fiction of organized religion
Where the lies disguise the vision - display it in fallacies
Sin in originality got you prayin on callused knees
Now place your right hand here, and plan to stand clear
Adhere to the text - the scam demands fear
Because your vice has you standing at the lectern, accosting me
Venting implausibly with this sect of western philosophy
Next come the policies, rape and pillage, holocaust
Use the Good Book to justify blood spillage, till all is lost
At face value, theres only what you deem divine
But that means nothing until you read between the lines


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