RLH AKA AJF VS SINI AKA ALPHABET VS EMINEM AKA SKITTLES VS POSESSED AKA SATANIST

Lindel · 11-25-2024, 07:46 PM

Life; an astonishing creation - long live the spirit pondering creation
That is I; Andrew - acknowledged as a laymen - on the righteous road for conquering the nation
Present is the philosopher of the future; with philosophy in which a Nemesis can be stupor
Life with rainbows; green hilltops - glistening liquid streams on mountains - no state of elegance can be truer
Yet with these visions coloring an inspiring tale; a man's battered past has much to be desired
Yet it is coal to the furnace; fuel to the fire - for a legend's legacy to aspire..
My memory is transpired - through the roots of a stoic - and a magnificent women - in sync with Synchronicity
Now, I'm linked with the honesty - of honest Abe - a ball of flame - a king of a prophecy
They wrote my destiny - the brink of a prodigy - writing with a scholar's hand
Days turned to nights - the Sun and moon aligned - and there -- was the enticement of the dawn of man
The excitement grew across the land - for family and friends rejoiced in splendor for my stream of consciousness.
I bestowed serene astonishment - glowed with gleam and polished wit -- I am a human being that's promising.
Or..so I was - and still am - until I wandered upon the astral planes - where the spirit of anxiety beckoned
She deprived me in seconds - of all that I am, putting my mind in shackles - a crime over zealous
The flame in my eyes were exhausted by a lake of depression; the rapid water kept splashing - the pain was relentless
Shame was expressed when; it got the better of me - a venomous sea'; the strain got my neck slit
In vain was my best wish; to be a star amongst the constellations; and to be looked upon by many in amazement
And to think; I was very complacent - but maybe that was my grave; and writing was my elegy for my every engravement...
Black roses sprinkled on my casket; and my demise was showcased to every mortal in my bloodline
Even friendly acquaintances came; set with a gaze - for it was told my mother had foretold the alumni
All voices were on me; Yet the one who read my poems -- was the one who opened my heavenly chapter
"You are more than who meets death" he softly said -- uplifting my spirit -- and resurrecting me after
On that day; I bettered disaster's devilish deed; and studied a new plan to lead my life
The passion was to still read and write; but I was baptized in the heart's lake of Jesus Christ
God's speeding strike; will never cease to amaze me; and that's merely gracing the surface
His presence is perfect; with him by my side; my rod serves no problem severing serpents
White light glimmered from the sunset; and there marked the embarkment of someone I hadn't become yet
No tragedy comes vexed; for I am as happy as they come; and only burning passion will come next
Destiny and hard-work will collide into symphony; and my orchestra plays a melody; soothing the ages
Booming with phrases, and Idioms - my rhetoric will take history -- consuming the pages
I am Andrew James Flores; poet and writer; leaving a lasting legacy on the map
For I've gone on this miraculous journey ; and with God's speed -- I run the path

Before the worlds collide ……

Night and day, Miss mezzaluna overlapping Her relatives
golden crescent half-cousins, Solaris' spastic development
dramatic, intelligent, red hair, flaring fiery as dusk,
Evil archangel God's children secretly lust ..
a media plug that even rumors & conspiracies trust -
so when she died, all of humankind was equally crushed.
the peaceful, the lush, soft grass, imagine it's vibrance,
where only babbling brooks could break a natural silence.
static eruption, brainstem buzzing, practically mindless
The beaten path of a pathogen programming its' virus,
projected demon - white plaster walls & holograms of Osiris
Phantom in a Peacoat, staged theatric disguises,
waterfall rock-walls, moss-coated, scattering cypress
robotic arms, solar charged automatic devices;
hands outstretched in a bow, tipped top-hats to your Highness
it's all downhill once a pattern arises..
if magic is priceless, physics fall into poverty,
cuz hope & prayer are the dominating modern commodities,
mysteries, unanswered crimes, such obvious oddities
like documenting laws to govern art or philosophy
balance primal id, instinctive ties, & hostile monogamy
constructing sandcastle properties for blossoming colonies,
divine apotheosis, known apostles of Socrates
Visible to the naked eye but not in photography.
a solid anomaly to spice the moment, stuck in this madness
purgatorial plateau between His dungeon and palace,
scales go bloody red when measuring our functional status,
it only takes a single shift to suddenly vanish -
there's another world around us, hidden under the magnets
where all emotional reactions trigger colorful flashes,
spectral seas, tsunami waves, a stunning abstraction
Chinese new year celebration in the lungs of a dragon ..
Voluptuous passions, shadowboxing candle reflections,
using liquor as a trojan horse to battle depression.
live every moment for it's imperfections, casual tension
and the adolescent pleasure of a vaginal entrance.
past or the present? take a sec to answer the question,
then summarize your reason in one accurate sentence.
evidence is clear - the human, sadness-dependent,
using history as a crutch to mask a lack of progression.
molasses black apparitions, Hades' shadowy henchmen
evaluate our mental state through telepathic assessments ;
reality's destined .. Etherealness is a practiced emergence
to transcend atomic bonding at it's tangible surface -
there's no man behind the curtain, no infallible purpose,
though we're not alone .. trust me, i'm a rational person.
gas matter resurges, transparent window locked from inside,
we've been dead since the minute we were oxygenized.
there's a faraway kingdom where apocalypse thrives,
promoting dollar beer specials & a positive vibe ..
Minds fry at early ages, but their bodies survive
it's never been so strangely clear ..

we've gotta collide.

the final mohican in moccasin shoes
composite i drew a sketch, violet and blue
our planet may plummet as comets accrue
but we'll finally be home, y mi casa es su
political mastermind, mostly moderate views
lived to witness evils that accomplishments do
consistence often construed as an impossible proof
i stand to make corrections with a competent few
iAm Gawdian, flossing as a gaudy excuse
to flash like orange alerts on metropolitan news
knowledge is useless once you're following suit
indoctrinated fully as apostles, aloof
aphoristic, plague-resistant, conquering flu
common cold coughing mucus into concepts to puke
from Wisconsin to Utah, 600 block to the Dunes
only taking lives to find a better coffin to use..
Transylvanian apartments are an alternate roost
Lethargic for you, parasite until the carcass consumed
Harvest the moon, rite before a charlatans doom
Exhumed, for bathing in a touch of garlic perfume
I've seen the awfullest news, carvings on tombs
The fall of platoons, amused, that they all were subdued
Flying saucers, confused, cautious of truths
Watched them crash into tunnels that were carpal, and bruise
Seen partially prooned, crop circles startle bafoons
That were targets for groups in the market of fruit
Smoke screens nothing short of arsonist proof
Crosses and screws, hung kings sing songs of exhaustion, and puke
From Holocaust for the jews, to dre sampling a parliament tune
Plausible cruelty, what would the carpenter do
Harken the blues, eyes wide shut while its dark in the room
When all's said and done, we're the farthest from human

Acid-charged and camouflaged - I'm Dragonheart The Gatherer
A man apart who carries armoured cannons large enough to bring down Battlestar Galactica
Fangs as sharp as Dracula's; I've seen more Meth in the lab than when he and Redman's collabin'
I'll leave you dead in a casket, get up and laugh while full of more pills than Deborah Mathers' medicine cabinet.
I've had Jessica Rabbit selling her ass since she become a wayward addict who craves more
Inhaled the grams that she's paid for... Shit, her nasal passage has chased more dragons than St. George.
You'll get bodybagged for an eight ball. I'm dropping tags on the Great Wall visible from outside of the globe
The primary drone your Messiah was cloned from as scientists probed; My DNA's in binary code.
I'm as Sly as Stallone; Stood in black with the gloves to match, a Clubber Lang voiced henchmen
Who'll go running past, double back, then snuff your ass to cause a sub-arachnoid haemorrhage
A motherfuckers back on the streets after a week blasting the heat; They need tanks just to keep me imprisoned
Even an African weave couldn't tangle with me; I'm the savagest thing man has conceived since religion.
A gargantuan beast who's mandible feasts while pillaging Earth for everything that she's worth
Deactivating me's simply absurd; Like an unemployment agencies administrative clerk, I can give you the work...
Twisting the sherm like it's business as per; While you little goons have bricks to move I'm in a suit tailored by Versace
It's simple, duke. I'm quicker to call you a Jiggaboo than Jay did to Beyonce when he made her his fiance!

11-25-2024, 07:46 PM	#1
Lindel Box Join Date: Dec 2018 Posts: 1,141 Rep Power: 0	RLH AKA AJF VS SINI AKA ALPHABET VS EMINEM AKA SKITTLES VS POSESSED AKA SATANIST Life; an astonishing creation - long live the spirit pondering creation That is I; Andrew - acknowledged as a laymen - on the righteous road for conquering the nation Present is the philosopher of the future; with philosophy in which a Nemesis can be stupor Life with rainbows; green hilltops - glistening liquid streams on mountains - no state of elegance can be truer Yet with these visions coloring an inspiring tale; a man's battered past has much to be desired Yet it is coal to the furnace; fuel to the fire - for a legend's legacy to aspire.. My memory is transpired - through the roots of a stoic - and a magnificent women - in sync with Synchronicity Now, I'm linked with the honesty - of honest Abe - a ball of flame - a king of a prophecy They wrote my destiny - the brink of a prodigy - writing with a scholar's hand Days turned to nights - the Sun and moon aligned - and there -- was the enticement of the dawn of man The excitement grew across the land - for family and friends rejoiced in splendor for my stream of consciousness. I bestowed serene astonishment - glowed with gleam and polished wit -- I am a human being that's promising. Or..so I was - and still am - until I wandered upon the astral planes - where the spirit of anxiety beckoned She deprived me in seconds - of all that I am, putting my mind in shackles - a crime over zealous The flame in my eyes were exhausted by a lake of depression; the rapid water kept splashing - the pain was relentless Shame was expressed when; it got the better of me - a venomous sea'; the strain got my neck slit In vain was my best wish; to be a star amongst the constellations; and to be looked upon by many in amazement And to think; I was very complacent - but maybe that was my grave; and writing was my elegy for my every engravement... Black roses sprinkled on my casket; and my demise was showcased to every mortal in my bloodline Even friendly acquaintances came; set with a gaze - for it was told my mother had foretold the alumni All voices were on me; Yet the one who read my poems -- was the one who opened my heavenly chapter "You are more than who meets death" he softly said -- uplifting my spirit -- and resurrecting me after On that day; I bettered disaster's devilish deed; and studied a new plan to lead my life The passion was to still read and write; but I was baptized in the heart's lake of Jesus Christ God's speeding strike; will never cease to amaze me; and that's merely gracing the surface His presence is perfect; with him by my side; my rod serves no problem severing serpents White light glimmered from the sunset; and there marked the embarkment of someone I hadn't become yet No tragedy comes vexed; for I am as happy as they come; and only burning passion will come next Destiny and hard-work will collide into symphony; and my orchestra plays a melody; soothing the ages Booming with phrases, and Idioms - my rhetoric will take history -- consuming the pages I am Andrew James Flores; poet and writer; leaving a lasting legacy on the map For I've gone on this miraculous journey ; and with God's speed -- I run the path Before the worlds collide …… Night and day, Miss mezzaluna overlapping Her relatives golden crescent half-cousins, Solaris' spastic development dramatic, intelligent, red hair, flaring fiery as dusk, Evil archangel God's children secretly lust .. a media plug that even rumors & conspiracies trust - so when she died, all of humankind was equally crushed. the peaceful, the lush, soft grass, imagine it's vibrance, where only babbling brooks could break a natural silence. static eruption, brainstem buzzing, practically mindless The beaten path of a pathogen programming its' virus, projected demon - white plaster walls & holograms of Osiris Phantom in a Peacoat, staged theatric disguises, waterfall rock-walls, moss-coated, scattering cypress robotic arms, solar charged automatic devices; hands outstretched in a bow, tipped top-hats to your Highness it's all downhill once a pattern arises.. if magic is priceless, physics fall into poverty, cuz hope & prayer are the dominating modern commodities, mysteries, unanswered crimes, such obvious oddities like documenting laws to govern art or philosophy balance primal id, instinctive ties, & hostile monogamy constructing sandcastle properties for blossoming colonies, divine apotheosis, known apostles of Socrates Visible to the naked eye but not in photography. a solid anomaly to spice the moment, stuck in this madness purgatorial plateau between His dungeon and palace, scales go bloody red when measuring our functional status, it only takes a single shift to suddenly vanish - there's another world around us, hidden under the magnets where all emotional reactions trigger colorful flashes, spectral seas, tsunami waves, a stunning abstraction Chinese new year celebration in the lungs of a dragon .. Voluptuous passions, shadowboxing candle reflections, using liquor as a trojan horse to battle depression. live every moment for it's imperfections, casual tension and the adolescent pleasure of a vaginal entrance. past or the present? take a sec to answer the question, then summarize your reason in one accurate sentence. evidence is clear - the human, sadness-dependent, using history as a crutch to mask a lack of progression. molasses black apparitions, Hades' shadowy henchmen evaluate our mental state through telepathic assessments ; reality's destined .. Etherealness is a practiced emergence to transcend atomic bonding at it's tangible surface - there's no man behind the curtain, no infallible purpose, though we're not alone .. trust me, i'm a rational person. gas matter resurges, transparent window locked from inside, we've been dead since the minute we were oxygenized. there's a faraway kingdom where apocalypse thrives, promoting dollar beer specials & a positive vibe .. Minds fry at early ages, but their bodies survive it's never been so strangely clear .. we've gotta collide. the final mohican in moccasin shoes composite i drew a sketch, violet and blue our planet may plummet as comets accrue but we'll finally be home, y mi casa es su political mastermind, mostly moderate views lived to witness evils that accomplishments do consistence often construed as an impossible proof i stand to make corrections with a competent few iAm Gawdian, flossing as a gaudy excuse to flash like orange alerts on metropolitan news knowledge is useless once you're following suit indoctrinated fully as apostles, aloof aphoristic, plague-resistant, conquering flu common cold coughing mucus into concepts to puke from Wisconsin to Utah, 600 block to the Dunes only taking lives to find a better coffin to use.. Transylvanian apartments are an alternate roost Lethargic for you, parasite until the carcass consumed Harvest the moon, rite before a charlatans doom Exhumed, for bathing in a touch of garlic perfume I've seen the awfullest news, carvings on tombs The fall of platoons, amused, that they all were subdued Flying saucers, confused, cautious of truths Watched them crash into tunnels that were carpal, and bruise Seen partially prooned, crop circles startle bafoons That were targets for groups in the market of fruit Smoke screens nothing short of arsonist proof Crosses and screws, hung kings sing songs of exhaustion, and puke From Holocaust for the jews, to dre sampling a parliament tune Plausible cruelty, what would the carpenter do Harken the blues, eyes wide shut while its dark in the room When all's said and done, we're the farthest from human Acid-charged and camouflaged - I'm Dragonheart The Gatherer A man apart who carries armoured cannons large enough to bring down Battlestar Galactica Fangs as sharp as Dracula's; I've seen more Meth in the lab than when he and Redman's collabin' I'll leave you dead in a casket, get up and laugh while full of more pills than Deborah Mathers' medicine cabinet. I've had Jessica Rabbit selling her ass since she become a wayward addict who craves more Inhaled the grams that she's paid for... Shit, her nasal passage has chased more dragons than St. George. You'll get bodybagged for an eight ball. I'm dropping tags on the Great Wall visible from outside of the globe The primary drone your Messiah was cloned from as scientists probed; My DNA's in binary code. I'm as Sly as Stallone; Stood in black with the gloves to match, a Clubber Lang voiced henchmen Who'll go running past, double back, then snuff your ass to cause a sub-arachnoid haemorrhage A motherfuckers back on the streets after a week blasting the heat; They need tanks just to keep me imprisoned Even an African weave couldn't tangle with me; I'm the savagest thing man has conceived since religion. A gargantuan beast who's mandible feasts while pillaging Earth for everything that she's worth Deactivating me's simply absurd; Like an unemployment agencies administrative clerk, I can give you the work... Twisting the sherm like it's business as per; While you little goons have bricks to move I'm in a suit tailored by Versace It's simple, duke. I'm quicker to call you a Jiggaboo than Jay did to Beyonce when he made her his fiance!