THE OPEN MIC CYPHER

[UnbornBuddha]

I've come to find what's demonic follows light.
At first, this revelation left my conscious horrified
Until I acclimated by letting its contents override-
All of mine. Feels like I'm on overdrive,
Over time, I start to suffer by-
Becoming the sanctuary where the monsters hide.
When did I eschew my humanness,
And become this monstrous prototype?
Perhaps, in my embryonic time where I depended on my mother's life.
Agonized by the thought of her homicide,
My tumultuous mind caused the apocalypse to multiply.
Divine soul of mine, why have you allowed this unholy crime?
With nowhere to go I went ahead and cauterized my eyes,
This side of blind is maddening.
Earth shattering timeless patterning where atoms split;
Oppenheimer imaginings where no Japan exists.
We're the sum of an outdated mathematic myth,
Which is what we use to calculate half our shit.
Essentially, we're fragmented beings embedding craftiness
Just to have a comforting sense of happiness. Synthetic flashiness.
Can you fathom the incredible massiveness of what will we develop after this?
Let the incredulous answer this, and let it become their sentimental masterpiece.
Cemented forever as the key into the gateway of their mental agony.
The relief we are all looking for does not share our anatomy.
I present you despair and tragedy so you can wear it happily.
If not, how will you welcome death into your inherent family?
After all, your juice is running out, & no one runs on an eternal battery.

[Pharaohs Army]

Originally Posted by Godcomplex

I've come to find what's demonic follows light.
At first, this revelation left my conscious horrified
Until I acclimated by letting its contents override-
All of mine. Feels like I'm on overdrive,
Over time, I start to suffer by-
Becoming the sanctuary where the monsters hide.
When did I eschew my humanness,
And become this monstrous prototype?
Perhaps, in my embryonic time where I depended on my mother's life.
Agonized by the thought of her homicide,
My tumultuous mind caused the apocalypse to multiply.
Divine soul of mine, why have you allowed this unholy crime?
With nowhere to go I went ahead and cauterized my eyes,
This side of blind is maddening.
Earth shattering timeless patterning where atoms split;
Oppenheimer imaginings where no Japan exists.
We're the sum of an outdated mathematic myth,
Which is what we use to calculate half our shit.
Essentially, we're fragmented beings embedding craftiness
Just to have a comforting sense of happiness. Synthetic flashiness.
Can you fathom the incredible massiveness of what will we develop after this?
Let the incredulous answer this, and let it become their sentimental masterpiece.
Cemented forever as the key into the gateway of their mental agony.
The relief we are all looking for does not share our anatomy.
I present you despair and tragedy so you can wear it happily.
If not, how will you welcome death into your inherent family?
After all, your juice is running out, & no one runs on an eternal battery.

writers

[UnbornBuddha]

Originally Posted by Pharaohs Army

...I guess time has passed, and things don't apply from the past.
Do you like it?when I make you laugh?
Here's something amusing. It's a mathematical graph.
Maybe people should use it. To find the patterns in my rap.
But it doesn't matter - that's a fact.
(Point being, I guess textcees prefer, when I speak matter-of-fact).
Anyway,
I'm of the firm belief
that "similars"attract,
even if they aren't
on a similar tack.
Are you of the opinion?,
that it all started, from a Point Smaller than a singular-tack?
How does it make you feel that your compadres prefer ta writeabout vicious attacks?.

...Probability-lesson-my friend:
A trend is a trend, until it doesn't happen again.
You'll be happy to know that I'm in control of my actions again.
Some times when you flow it seems like you rap with your pen.
Sometimes I joke, and talk about, being happy with death.
Will you join me and Fly?
Over the Coo-koo's nest?.
I chose the window of life. That's the one I flew through best.
Next thing ya know?...
I left the Loony Bin.
Be-came the coolest kid
with a fluid mix.
Begone with your constructively critical narrative poetry
'n all that stupid shit.
...I forgot to tell you that before I left
I partied with Women 'n booze.
Even as a purist I don't mind their preference, for rhythm 'n blues.
Isn't It True it's better if u let them Choose?

...I often wonder, why your torn asunder.
Now I know.. That you're unabashedly baiting me, to bring out the great in me.
Wish you had my math teacher- You'd love the way she graded me.
Except she'd make me sit in the dark. She didn't like my wit,
and snark.
So if U don't Either you can take this apology.
I'd hate to chase away my favorite
matrix anomaly.
Because,,
English aside
I feel like we're speaking the same language. Universal phrases because the universe amazing.
Sometimes emotions, become less crazy.
So I'm glad I waited
'n had some patience.
You knew I woould. Just like all of your patients!
Incredulity,
does not mean I dismiss All 'v your phrases.
...I've gathered,
tht along the Way"cuz",
you've felt the damage that pain does.
Mentally? - Definitely.
Physically as well, from what you've been mentioning.Does,
your "significant other". under-stand? when she holds your hand?
Does she express how she misses your eyes?
she Cares for you. nThis should come as no surprise.
I'm a Journalist.
Of the written wordy-smiths!
...but i've brought my photographer; he can Document while u Talk2us.
He's taking se-veral pictures.
This will come in handy wheni show them
to medical technicians.

You ask too much of me.
There's no agenda, these ideas just come to me.
Smile happily,
Watching the oblivion consume lustfully all ugly things.
Destructively cast pain that will deconstruct your being
And null the effect of your words you've confessed before.
I doubt you've experienced the worst, let yourself burn
Until, all that's left is hurt;
That you try to convey in a poorly written message of words.
But, when will you learn?
In this subjective world nothing is conveyed as we want it.
Sheep believe they'll find relief if they obey the commandments
They're unable to hear Abel and Cain's pagan like chanting.
I'm a deserter for all the countless fables I've abandoned.
I prefer to immortalize the moment,
By being thankful for this amazing little planet.
It's not a question of when the messiah will descend on the earth.
Instead the inquiry is how to reflect what you've learned.
The endless search for answers condemns us to all this mental work.
Cerebral thirst that paved the way for stress to emerge.
Tension in my nerves,
Searching for enlightenment, but that's absurd.
All I've manage to become is a cynical pensive jerk,
Whose neurotransmitters are inert.
Being a thinker is a curse. Philosophy brings you to the dirt;
The brink... where no one can save you
After all you said, I'm just too numbed to hate you.
Endangered animals, saved by taking an ancient antidote
These "phrases" you speak of, are all famous anecdotes.
Mentally struggling between being an angel and a ghost,
A heavenly savior without a soul. A devil who never fell.
How is the weather in hell?
Speak loudly I can never hear with all the yells.
Shedding a single tear for all I've killed.
Think of fear as a spell... Remorse is for the frail.
As you can probably deduce I'm sort of unwell.
A story I relay in countless allegorical tales,
But, behind the narrative is the apparition;
The terror prism that holds all of pharaoh's wishes.
No wonder they never came true.
So welcome your netherworld's you,
And say goodbye forever to you.