The Burning Man (Collab)

Witty · 05-17-2014, 11:40 AM

A collab I just took part in over at RB.

Featuring Android, Truth Iscariot, and Witty.

The Burning Man

Smother these flames.
Douse them with something
to soothe the soul.
The sticks are being
charred black in this bag,
of flesh and mismatched parts.
- Although the burning
lights and illuminates,
the faceless portraits
of which I'd never seen
Hanging in the dark.

My thoughts were once raveled like the masses of grazing cattle
Inhibitions neatly stacked inside of my mind – the mechanism embattled
My soul was once whole controlled by the views of the populace
Which populate peaceful the broken Metropolis
Its shattered shards ranging from Annapolis to Demopolis
The downed leader mutinied by monopolists
The resting place of the dishonored witch
which only tried to do well

These visions were the igniter to the everlasting flames of hell
To burns into my thoughts and my soul as well

The tone of bells sounds as my brain begins to burn
While praying that the pain rescinds, I've learned
That faith in him's absurd, and blatant sin
Only causes pain within, my words were vacant...thin...
-returned-
Unread and Unopened, The Son's dead..The Sun's broken
They once said that love's hope can overcome oceans
of misery, but the potion they give to me, is potent
I'm history...just a loaded gun's notion

And even as I'm still alive, I'm turning in my grave

The burning of the brain was beneficial
It was the closest thing to spiritual
That resembled my fleshy frame yearning pain
Like a Martyr seeking the key to his oak inspired veins
The knowledge of Olympus – Mine, it became
Poseidon’s depth and wisdom akin to mine. The same.

The power's sinking in, am I insane?
Defiant flames scorch preachers and prophets, a crying shame
Those that taught peace....Jesus....Mohammed...now die in pain
My eye is trained on the demons that tie the chains
To those whose words were specious, the silent saints
Violence maims the pious, as their tight restraints
Cut against their skin, I see their pain...the glee
On Satan's face, as the heat melts the chains, I'm free
While they grieve in heinous seas of disdain, disease
My mind is already burning, and now my brain receives
An ultimatum....please....take away their pain...
And give the flames to me

This acquisition reigned over the Burning tempest
Declared itself master but the suffering was finished
I felt no plight, nor need for repentance
The chains of the deities’ sob as their chains diminish
To bits of rubble laying before me
The gods used to mock; now they abhor me
The Burning Man

Spiralling out of control,
my conscience is dancing.
Swaying around my self,
like some submissive hula.
Yet binding my soul together
to the screaming bones
inside the tightening circle
around my chest.
- Reconnecting
all of the shattered parts
and reliving them,
- Over and over.

Dope girl · 05-18-2014, 03:10 PM

both did impressive work, I love soul line best. flows nice & smooth.

Witty · 05-19-2014, 03:47 PM

Up.

Witty · 05-23-2014, 01:42 PM

Up.

Zen · 05-23-2014, 05:49 PM

This was cool. There were slight differences between the writers in this but not enough to be able to tell too much. What I mean by that is all of you meshed very well. It was very descriptive but still had (to me) a surreal feel to it. I'd leave better feed but I'm high. Now go drop feed on other posts. Upping without dropping feed is like skipping in line at McDonald's and slapping everyone in line for being in your way.

05-17-2014, 11:40 AM	#1
Witty Lime Life Join Date: Jan 2013 Posts: 16,978 Battle Record: 30-41 Accomplishments - Only Slightly Retarded Champed - Lyric Olympics - Summer Classic Rep Power: 85235118	The Burning Man (Collab) A collab I just took part in over at RB. Featuring Android, Truth Iscariot, and Witty. The Burning Man Smother these flames. Douse them with something to soothe the soul. The sticks are being charred black in this bag, of flesh and mismatched parts. - Although the burning lights and illuminates, the faceless portraits of which I'd never seen Hanging in the dark. My thoughts were once raveled like the masses of grazing cattle Inhibitions neatly stacked inside of my mind – the mechanism embattled My soul was once whole controlled by the views of the populace Which populate peaceful the broken Metropolis Its shattered shards ranging from Annapolis to Demopolis The downed leader mutinied by monopolists The resting place of the dishonored witch which only tried to do well These visions were the igniter to the everlasting flames of hell To burns into my thoughts and my soul as well The tone of bells sounds as my brain begins to burn While praying that the pain rescinds, I've learned That faith in him's absurd, and blatant sin Only causes pain within, my words were vacant...thin... -returned- Unread and Unopened, The Son's dead..The Sun's broken They once said that love's hope can overcome oceans of misery, but the potion they give to me, is potent I'm history...just a loaded gun's notion And even as I'm still alive, I'm turning in my grave The burning of the brain was beneficial It was the closest thing to spiritual That resembled my fleshy frame yearning pain Like a Martyr seeking the key to his oak inspired veins The knowledge of Olympus – Mine, it became Poseidon’s depth and wisdom akin to mine. The same. The power's sinking in, am I insane? Defiant flames scorch preachers and prophets, a crying shame Those that taught peace....Jesus....Mohammed...now die in pain My eye is trained on the demons that tie the chains To those whose words were specious, the silent saints Violence maims the pious, as their tight restraints Cut against their skin, I see their pain...the glee On Satan's face, as the heat melts the chains, I'm free While they grieve in heinous seas of disdain, disease My mind is already burning, and now my brain receives An ultimatum....please....take away their pain... And give the flames to me This acquisition reigned over the Burning tempest Declared itself master but the suffering was finished I felt no plight, nor need for repentance The chains of the deities’ sob as their chains diminish To bits of rubble laying before me The gods used to mock; now they abhor me The Burning Man Spiralling out of control, my conscience is dancing. Swaying around my self, like some submissive hula. Yet binding my soul together to the screaming bones inside the tightening circle around my chest. - Reconnecting all of the shattered parts and reliving them, - Over and over. __________________ He listens to voices inside of his mind Explicit and poisonous violent crime. Last edited by Witty; 05-17-2014 at 12:28 PM.

05-19-2014, 03:47 PM	#3
Witty Lime Life Join Date: Jan 2013 Posts: 16,978 Battle Record: 30-41 Accomplishments - Only Slightly Retarded Champed - Lyric Olympics - Summer Classic Rep Power: 85235118	Up. __________________ He listens to voices inside of his mind Explicit and poisonous violent crime.

05-23-2014, 01:42 PM	#4
Witty Lime Life Join Date: Jan 2013 Posts: 16,978 Battle Record: 30-41 Accomplishments - Only Slightly Retarded Champed - Lyric Olympics - Summer Classic Rep Power: 85235118	Up. __________________ He listens to voices inside of his mind Explicit and poisonous violent crime.

05-18-2014, 03:10 PM	#2
Dope girl Senior Member Join Date: Jan 2013 Location: I live in Florida Posts: 4,789 Battle Record: 3-8 Rep Power: 55521419	both did impressive work, I love soul line best. flows nice & smooth.

05-23-2014, 05:49 PM	#5
Zen Arm the Homeless Join Date: Jan 2013 Posts: 4,102 Battle Record: 22-24 Champed - Art of Writing League Rep Power: 35079722	This was cool. There were slight differences between the writers in this but not enough to be able to tell too much. What I mean by that is all of you meshed very well. It was very descriptive but still had (to me) a surreal feel to it. I'd leave better feed but I'm high. Now go drop feed on other posts. Upping without dropping feed is like skipping in line at McDonald's and slapping everyone in line for being in your way.