Coup vs Rawn Macdon (topical) - RAWN WINS 4-0

Coup · 07-11-2013, 01:52 AM

verse 1
The Ocean Ghost

One thought he seen a marlin circling the reed
Others agreed it was dolphins surfacing to feed
It was none of these; rather just a soliloquy of screams
They drifted deeper. East between the sea and its beach
Shark! Some joked seeing ghosts in a visage of teeth
All were senseless by the summer's temperature tantrum
Scolding hope morbid as the boys were tempered by phantoms
And now offshore in open waters, over some danger lurkin'
Lost and helpless, droves of monsters set to murder them
On surfboards in serfdom; set to breathe their last gasps
Below shackles snapped, pulsating out the battle axe
As the jackal laughs, unraveling his inner man to surface his wrath

In this open ocean there was an omen frozen...
Between wonder woven under the currents of omen
Deep down swollen, in some secret asphyxiation choking
A slumber so sullen you hope it's mistaken for only boatmen
Take a breath, keep to the beach or toll the patrol siren
Then bleed to death in waters of your own soul's asylum
Because a lion lurks beneath the horizon fret:
It's Poseidon. Swallowing depth with siphon breath

verse 2
Untitled

I remember golden grains of sand and the glimmer of the waves
Running with my board in hand, down the beach I raced
Sprinting toward open water screamin carpe dium at wave breaks
Riding on the crest of life with tunnel vision saying grace
I never feared rip curls, a bull shark’s bite or being submerged undertow
But, was more concerned with the surf, the wind and whats afloat
the currents trending flow, tidal riding times or when to b catchin boats
ud think I’d have this memorized, I’d bet i don’t
I get caught up in the minute, they tend to blend over the water
Back to the sky, trying to ride high on waves I couldn’t carve in
A decorated edgin dedicate, I quested quickly for white marlins
woke up to waves, slept by injestin’ valerian shark cartilage
I paddled my hardest to service the great kahuna's sermons
Ventured into currents till the turbulence grew uncertain
Couldn’t see anemones n urchins thought the next wave id surf in
Next surge formed a maelstrom that’d leave atlantis unburdened
Rode its’ crest for what seemed the oceans length n then its surface
The board warped underneath my feet, and I was nervous
My feet slid off, Its become hard to breathe and my heads hurtin….
I may be out too deep, in the dark, but at least im surfin

...an ode to the dead surfers...

07-11-2013, 01:52 AM	#1
Coup Don't believe the hype Join Date: Feb 2013 Posts: 572 Battle Record: 4-5 Rep Power: 0	Coup vs Rawn Macdon (topical) - RAWN WINS 4-0 verse 1 The Ocean Ghost One thought he seen a marlin circling the reed Others agreed it was dolphins surfacing to feed It was none of these; rather just a soliloquy of screams They drifted deeper. East between the sea and its beach Shark! Some joked seeing ghosts in a visage of teeth All were senseless by the summer's temperature tantrum Scolding hope morbid as the boys were tempered by phantoms And now offshore in open waters, over some danger lurkin' Lost and helpless, droves of monsters set to murder them On surfboards in serfdom; set to breathe their last gasps Below shackles snapped, pulsating out the battle axe As the jackal laughs, unraveling his inner man to surface his wrath In this open ocean there was an omen frozen... Between wonder woven under the currents of omen Deep down swollen, in some secret asphyxiation choking A slumber so sullen you hope it's mistaken for only boatmen Take a breath, keep to the beach or toll the patrol siren Then bleed to death in waters of your own soul's asylum Because a lion lurks beneath the horizon fret: It's Poseidon. Swallowing depth with siphon breath verse 2 Untitled I remember golden grains of sand and the glimmer of the waves Running with my board in hand, down the beach I raced Sprinting toward open water screamin carpe dium at wave breaks Riding on the crest of life with tunnel vision saying grace I never feared rip curls, a bull shark’s bite or being submerged undertow But, was more concerned with the surf, the wind and whats afloat the currents trending flow, tidal riding times or when to b catchin boats ud think I’d have this memorized, I’d bet i don’t I get caught up in the minute, they tend to blend over the water Back to the sky, trying to ride high on waves I couldn’t carve in A decorated edgin dedicate, I quested quickly for white marlins woke up to waves, slept by injestin’ valerian shark cartilage I paddled my hardest to service the great kahuna's sermons Ventured into currents till the turbulence grew uncertain Couldn’t see anemones n urchins thought the next wave id surf in Next surge formed a maelstrom that’d leave atlantis unburdened Rode its’ crest for what seemed the oceans length n then its surface The board warped underneath my feet, and I was nervous My feet slid off, Its become hard to breathe and my heads hurtin…. I may be out too deep, in the dark, but at least im surfin ...an ode to the dead surfers... __________________ What is public must be legit, fit for average consumption, don't forget. What is private is handled by pirates, prying loose profits from prosthetics. To tell the difference between: first remain unseen with a steady breath and hope, then listen to the cracks in the wall with a stethoscope. Last edited by Coup; 07-11-2013 at 05:05 AM.