AOWL Week 5: Innovator (2-2) VS. King Keith (1-1) OPEN FOR VOTES!!!

Inno · 03-16-2013, 01:41 AM

Hooves for foot prints

A claw for a tongue, sharpened words dispersed
Cutting at the lung, shortened breathes are rehearsed
Swift with the stride of the cheetah, paw like steps
The king of the jungle stands alone with no regrets
Retrospect is death, looking back suggests weakness
Respect is just jest when there is no one to witness
Pride pushes impulse; he begins the showcase of colors
No place is safe when he bothers to spread his feathers
To impress is to breath and the air is so thick he chokes
But he’s blind to his shadows…in fact he doesn’t think that he boasts
His self gluttony consumes and its presumed
He thinks of no one here besides the one being assumed

She’s a rose watered by heavenly tears
A beautiful pose altered by an enemies fear
Wearing friendly clothes Disguised as a peer
From the top, at the edge she leers
A complete opposite, for the people she cheers
spinning in innonces,her stare free from jeer

The conquest is sweet the taste is palpable it consumes
No contest with ease she took the bait; calculable for doom
Survival odds minimal…idle gods don’t have a stake in this ritual
Running wild through her landscape with intent to retrace
Her physical belongs to the apes running around in capes
Those who waste the innate gift she immolates
man has a tasted for destroying what nature has built
So it’s only natural man will eventual watch himself get killed
When animals convene plots of grandeur from dirt
Mother earth stains her heart she so proudly wears on her shirt.

03-16-2013, 01:41 AM	#4
Inno Ad mini tator Join Date: Feb 2013 Posts: 10,025 Battle Record: 26-54 Champed - Lime Green Poetry Association - Black August - 1-2 Punch League Rep Power: 85899403	Hooves for foot prints A claw for a tongue, sharpened words dispersed Cutting at the lung, shortened breathes are rehearsed Swift with the stride of the cheetah, paw like steps The king of the jungle stands alone with no regrets Retrospect is death, looking back suggests weakness Respect is just jest when there is no one to witness Pride pushes impulse; he begins the showcase of colors No place is safe when he bothers to spread his feathers To impress is to breath and the air is so thick he chokes But he’s blind to his shadows…in fact he doesn’t think that he boasts His self gluttony consumes and its presumed He thinks of no one here besides the one being assumed She’s a rose watered by heavenly tears A beautiful pose altered by an enemies fear Wearing friendly clothes Disguised as a peer From the top, at the edge she leers A complete opposite, for the people she cheers spinning in innonces,her stare free from jeer The conquest is sweet the taste is palpable it consumes No contest with ease she took the bait; calculable for doom Survival odds minimal…idle gods don’t have a stake in this ritual Running wild through her landscape with intent to retrace Her physical belongs to the apes running around in capes Those who waste the innate gift she immolates man has a tasted for destroying what nature has built So it’s only natural man will eventual watch himself get killed When animals convene plots of grandeur from dirt Mother earth stains her heart she so proudly wears on her shirt.