THE OPEN MIC CYPHER

[Matriarch]

I had a concept in mind. A story or a state
Similar, i guess, to Allegory of the Cave
an attempt to explore the more poignant part that make..
up this system call conscious. Let the oratory play.
Some are already aware; theres no need for explanation
if that’s the case. consider this “creative exhortation”
The gauntlet of man. haunted and damned for eternity,
cursed indeed. unto land for the world to see
birds and bees flying circular. inverted. free.
Third degree; axis of planets tilts.
Earth and sea, burnt debris
herding beast gave out blood curdling screams
purged the street. urge to be ~ burdens me.
reciting verses and passages from early Greek
See every facets are factored - Masked in batter
of liniment, discontent gently wrapped in plaster
Pessimism, the language least active or mattered
Hardened past, autographed with calamitous laughter
Pressure brewed. Explosion. Necromantic dancers
Art of sadness - acrylic gloss, dealing in loss

[CopyPat]

oh my lord dull raped this thread. a smorgasbord of flagrant text. the overlord of staying fresh i'm over board you stay on deck....so walk the plank and try to step but if my blotches inked untimely death is all u stankin guys would get when droppin vaguely rhyming sets

[dull boy]

My forays into foreplay are nothing short of disastrous.
My performance is passionate. Her porcelain gorgeous. It's
no accident I'm wrapped up in this hornet's enrapturement.
I'm the happiest masochist. Her torment is agony.

[Frank]

The trigger flicker. The bullet whistle - Whizzing in ya.
The Pulitzer prize winner Signature dipper. Feather from a pigeon scripter.
The wicked ririddler. The twisted finger. The image shifter.
The injured pitcher. The 9th inning no hitter. K'In hitters with the spitter splitter.
The timber splinter. The olympic lifter. The 4th quarter swisher nigga.
The flea flicker scrimmage winner. The free kick past goalies from my slipper, nigguh,
I am the yipper yapper rip a rapper faster than the mad dasher sprinting past ya
Past the pitter patter breaking tackles shatter ankles running different patterns.
Keep up with me, you catching asthma?

[dull boy]

The scissor kicker. The Vulcan gripper - grippin' on ya'.
The vulva divideder. Insecure wigger. Shredder from the Ninja Turtles.

[CymbiCort]

Wanna be actin so mean?Crackin ya spleen, imagine a feen handin a teen tangerines an apples to seem happy but dreams to get in his pants when he answers his pleads.you guess my mind is goin crazy, oh and lately been soakin ladies with soap and babies, so i hope you pay me for hocus pocus delay b, for slavery my motions bravery, aprroachin gravy when flowin greatly,minds loaded wit coke and opium, sodium still think im holy son? but you the phony one

[Mr. J]

Hands soapin em hopin when the en
ds closing in
I'm back to choking em with death facebook poking em

[Certain]

Souvlaki, souvlaki, with pork on a spit and my beef is pastrami.
Shepherd salad and feta, ain't nothing better than olive salami.
It's ill and delicious, I'm killing these dishes: Robert Mugabe.
Flip the pita with tongs, tzatziki spooned on and the sauce is tahini,
and the pairing goes best with the fairest of reds or a vodka martini.

[Split]

as the earth stutter steps in twenty-fourths, adrift in waves about its pivot, continuous waves of citizenry work reports, shudder and storm to batten down the hatching cranium cases, shells, attic planks, drown synapses in mattress-lathes, rainy days laden with whores on silhouetted wooden racks of monster-infested doors, imagined masks, that somber sense of childhood violent-playful innocence, which slumbers cells, drives a splinter well, but sets and dwells within us. schizo phase. or around us, if you crave the flash of bigger picture frames. once you've met, I plan to never visit, Miss or Mister, counter with- just passing through this, drifter counting glasses and rounding exits down to surrounding towns, just out of glimpse of tacit city limits. sum up tire pressures with my drifter gauge. found theres more to her than a mountain's accent. rigid marble, gargle gray Menthols, a filtered symbol. severed sackfuls of gravelled missives masked in dead end marvels. more than just this, sculpted artful, carpal strain of paint-matched clay to a classic, vivid visage. I think you're beautiful- listen me, Erin- and could prove to you strung between so few words, such sparse a sudden heartfelt narrative, you'd be impressed on the basis of my usual clean artistic merit.

[Mr. J]

Supercalrealistic spit shit equipped with a bid gick
gimmicky gimmick written in my limmericks
incinerate the image of lividness, witty but relentless
jettisoned in chex mix living with the next kick

[Mr. J]

Took the blind route to find out time's out
mind trailed off pulling the dime's out
running through caught up when the line's down
liar's rhyme bout, shine out & how their mind's drown
curriculum sickens em, dephictin' an Indian
peace pipe side winder & they hit the wind again
the Gymnast Olympian lifting up the sentry gun
aiming at anyone else wanting a smooth entry...
son...believe me your type may need me
try to reach me by CB, TV, or the weed leaf
reflect the light off the dish hanging in orbit
support it by wrapping it in my laces...
where the soul is more absorbant
took my portion and hit the road jack
talking back is an easy way to get these ho's slapped
solve the mystery yourself kojak

[Fame]

Clash with a titan, blast when im writing...hand skills fast as sum lighting
Masked while im typing, trash who u hypin, im in a class wit the vikings
Hustlin Oxy's & syringes, watchin hockey in divisions im cocky if u listen
Tryna stop me if u spittin, neva top me wit those writtens
I have a soul of an ainmal, i turn cold when i handle you
Whole Mind is mechanical, fold ur bodies when i damage crews
Switch blades ready to ram'em thru, my angles to deformed
Swing the blade till i put more slashes on ur head than a bangels uniform

[Wise Wiggles]

bagel. chewing, warm. weird. really odd. billy bob thorton
sportin a santa suit, can a chew. hammered, threw up in her
vagina box. find a shot, I'm an alch uhh hallicckk, fuckin
backside of my balls itch, bitches <3 da Chris Paul kicks
i think of dopeness while I work my shifts
I could string an opus, or bring the chosen out the dirt w/my spits
I could do a lot of things but I don't
I'm lackadaisical, honestly, I've grown to act the way I know
constantly over asked to change my soul
Dramamine, lonely accident. away we go.

[CopyPat]

^sick

economy crashed, the gravy boat
gone and we lack the brain and so
bombed that we have to invade and so
off to Iraq, create a whole
monster to latch, and make a whole
lot of this cash to chase some old
Osama bin lad, its crazy yo..

[e11even]

loose leafs- fall's in my palms embalmed in a psalms where calms under qualms loose sleep.
noose streets- grew where if u hang u dead before bangs where gangs knew pangs before fats knew sweets. new definitions brought to 'kitchens' and wishin's a fool's premonition. such an ignition brought before exhibition can be devil's food in fixins. fret not, when excalibur is wielded by the worthy, the game's no longer played by wielders of jerseys. worlds realer look as if reeling, due to the viewer not feeling, thus the picture skews. fix ur views with no tubes while I prepare plates that make richter moves. Bitch, i'm Mr. New.

[e11even]

spools loaded- watchin these niggas spin a yarn amuses as this pool's overflowin...
patawan's pass themselves off as yodas... PFFF!!! the fuck you offer, when the punches that'd off ya sound like asian strings at the pagoda?
too used to musing, I tend ta break, still rarely snoozin.
these titans wreak havoc in titanic proportions to their own careers, then blame the iceberg, who's only guilt lies in lying near. thats the sound of music.

[dull boy]

I sit in cemeteries. 'cause they're quiet and peaceful.
I bury myself in thought and write on an easel
inside my cerebral. Defining the silence. Hiding from people.
This place is my church. My mind; the cathedral.

[Mr. J]

Oh prism shaped image sitting in my living room...wall?
odd, mis-shaped and misused, my muse sitting in the hall...
decking, beckonin', sent a message tied to a pigeon
floating above the lust, bidding my love good riddance...
what?

[Scarecrow]

Master of the Crane technique, crazed MC, word to Wayne Gretzky
take a blade to the brain, dissect the sane from the strange
strike fear in them because the pain tempts me...
obvious defense is fighting back, that's how you get enslaved..
then beat
recite my diaries & let C3PO recite my story on Endor
body of a Centaur, shadow of the deep, share all glories with pleasure...

[Baron Mynd]

That Great Briton, straight spittin' the illest shit. Eighth-splitting, you'll stay lit from a whiff of it, so when I say I'm say I'm weight lifting... I ain't hitting the gym with this. I break bricks.