AOWL Week 6: Innovator (2-3) VS. Patrown (1-1) [PATROWN WINS, 6-4.]

Inno · 03-24-2013, 11:18 PM

The brainstorm begins its mental swords and things
Created in accord with my verbal schemes
With a simple theme and an Mc’s dream.

This is how I raise my kids pay attention u could relate
I proceed to hatch plans to conceive plots to create
Then I nurture them indeed until its nature for them to perpetuate
Creating to escape while escape creates separation from the mundane
Jotting landscapes where diction thrives in the imagery it contains
Life is born from a mere phrase from a thought in the brain
The spark of light flickers innate inspiration that has been lying in wait
Giving legs to what I contemplate, now my thoughts run in place
As they are the ones who dictate the outcome of this mental race
Chasing a prize illusive in nature but visible to the makers eyes
Making my visions appear in a physical high chasing the pens stride
Euphoric senses creating a fantastic scene that’s ecstatic so it seems
Electric beams from my inner sanctum pushing my plots towards the suns gleam
My voice is lead, heavy like wood, gentle like how a pen glides
Against the flat tree I could spill my fears while my courage builds pride
the harbingers of my words that seek to illuminate
lay dormant ready to duplicate at arms call ready to regurgitate
the pens ink that water falls from the pearly gates

writing a journy through my journal that birth my words to animate.

03-24-2013, 11:18 PM	#1
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	The brainstorm begins its mental swords and things Created in accord with my verbal schemes With a simple theme and an Mc’s dream. This is how I raise my kids pay attention u could relate I proceed to hatch plans to conceive plots to create Then I nurture them indeed until its nature for them to perpetuate Creating to escape while escape creates separation from the mundane Jotting landscapes where diction thrives in the imagery it contains Life is born from a mere phrase from a thought in the brain The spark of light flickers innate inspiration that has been lying in wait Giving legs to what I contemplate, now my thoughts run in place As they are the ones who dictate the outcome of this mental race Chasing a prize illusive in nature but visible to the makers eyes Making my visions appear in a physical high chasing the pens stride Euphoric senses creating a fantastic scene that’s ecstatic so it seems Electric beams from my inner sanctum pushing my plots towards the suns gleam My voice is lead, heavy like wood, gentle like how a pen glides Against the flat tree I could spill my fears while my courage builds pride the harbingers of my words that seek to illuminate lay dormant ready to duplicate at arms call ready to regurgitate the pens ink that water falls from the pearly gates writing a journy through my journal that birth my words to animate.