ROUND TWO: (1)dead man vs. (17)Witty - (DEAD MAN WINS 5-0)

dead man · 01-23-2014, 09:33 PM

i want to fly

like pigeon or dove. god's wisdom and love
prism and sun, symbols for something that we've never become
benevolent One. searching for a method to rise
repressing the drive instead to let it fester inside
since that first step, i've over-intellectualized
myself into a quasi philosophical bind -
if dreams are deja vu in a pretentious disguise
i've had a premonition. wings caressing the skies
finger feathering Gaia. slow jam climaxing a quake
orgasm. the twitch. chasmic eclipse. a planet of apes
self-hating mammal on a molecular basis
restricted from destiny via skeletal shape
uncomfortable state. close to claustrophobia's knife
overdosing on tryptophan and daydreaming a life
it's like - daily the optimism, nightly the crisis
a shallow hearted falcon with a piloting license
adrenaline for the nightshift. a pint for the train
balloons to hold tightly when they're tied to a flame
dreams, our sole possessions. nothing earned or obtained
mysticism's for the birds, as they say..
but nothing that can justify or truly explain
exists inside a box of preconceptions arranged
bums collect change while doctors lecture in chains
prisoners of other's observations and statements
lives wasted. i will fly. i mean.. i've felt it, so visceral
like three dimensional cinema. widescreen sensory visual
push the envelope. make it real. you're labeled a criminal
possibility is free. laws are belted to principle
it's so simple post-ripple. passing temporal waves
create textbook pages, history makes emperors famous.
academic persuasion mirrors theological strategy
sodomizing free spirited to posit insanity
i will rise, above catastrophe. omniscience of faculty
their critical analyses. the law that is gravity -
i will rise. experiencing that moment of ecstasy
a stolen encounter with our inherent telepathy
one day, we all die and set it free .. winged beast,
defying all belief in science, every time i fall asleep.

DEADMAN

01-23-2014, 09:33 PM	#2
dead man living Join Date: Jan 2013 Posts: 3,485 Battle Record: 33-18 Accomplishments - Hall of Fame Champed - AOWL Season 1 - Art of Writing League - AOWL Season 4 - Write Week V - GWL Season 1 Rep Power: 77606679	i want to fly like pigeon or dove. god's wisdom and love prism and sun, symbols for something that we've never become benevolent One. searching for a method to rise repressing the drive instead to let it fester inside since that first step, i've over-intellectualized myself into a quasi philosophical bind - if dreams are deja vu in a pretentious disguise i've had a premonition. wings caressing the skies finger feathering Gaia. slow jam climaxing a quake orgasm. the twitch. chasmic eclipse. a planet of apes self-hating mammal on a molecular basis restricted from destiny via skeletal shape uncomfortable state. close to claustrophobia's knife overdosing on tryptophan and daydreaming a life it's like - daily the optimism, nightly the crisis a shallow hearted falcon with a piloting license adrenaline for the nightshift. a pint for the train balloons to hold tightly when they're tied to a flame dreams, our sole possessions. nothing earned or obtained mysticism's for the birds, as they say.. but nothing that can justify or truly explain exists inside a box of preconceptions arranged bums collect change while doctors lecture in chains prisoners of other's observations and statements lives wasted. i will fly. i mean.. i've felt it, so visceral like three dimensional cinema. widescreen sensory visual push the envelope. make it real. you're labeled a criminal possibility is free. laws are belted to principle it's so simple post-ripple. passing temporal waves create textbook pages, history makes emperors famous. academic persuasion mirrors theological strategy sodomizing free spirited to posit insanity i will rise, above catastrophe. omniscience of faculty their critical analyses. the law that is gravity - i will rise. experiencing that moment of ecstasy a stolen encounter with our inherent telepathy one day, we all die and set it free .. winged beast, defying all belief in science, every time i fall asleep. DEADMAN __________________ Zack Wicks for president