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Nigma · 06-17-2013, 11:21 PM

The Celestial Wanderer

First appearances perception of a fearless kid whose presence
was empirically embelished in a perfect pyramid of freckles
Shocking wits, my brain could zap the thoughts of Olympus greatest
Starting walking at the 6-month age, by 1 year could sprint through rays
Was given gifted traits since a young tike from embracing the suns light
Come night I passed the time designing constellations in bug bites
By 3 I developed basics, knew the alphabet in every language
Practice helped to tame unhealthy baggage that came with clever brains
Constant working ways, by 13 my presence was worthy of mention
Cadence persuaded myriads of peasants to observe my adventures
My experiences pulling chords and puppeteering open doors
At 33 I smoldered wars, from saving life to nature minded soulful bard,
A hopeful boating florist, attacking pirate ghosts with ores and no remorse
Sew seeds within the oaky floors, ship turned into a floating forest
By 55 I'd throned the fortress, made it rise and paid its prices later
Light inside me changed, was tainted, aim deranged, inside I'm fading
Faced the blight of Satan, my salvation, and by 66 my life was taken
Spent less then half my life in shade yet these sins have equal sway
My alignment gleaming grey, chained between the light and demons gate
Looked to the heavens then the steamy way of heat and haze
My body 9 feet deep in grave, engraved with ancient, sacred hebrew prayers
To keep it safe, walk a one way road, the only street is pale
Eyes look in the distant trail to where the dreary mist unvails
Persistant path of mist and blackness, pidgeons, rats and drips of sadness
Pavement hit by leather, pitter padder, brain worked quick, precision pattern
As I walked it seemed my wisdom expanded to persistant advancement
I saw what really has happened since the beginning of man
Became the kings of the planet at a price that'll ruin the Earth
Despite the humans worth, no loss of light inside a stupid person
Yet the roots of wisdom stem from french kissing Medusas serpents
Smart enough to view whats worse is certainly where gloom emerges
Passing moons were blurs that caste before I ran into a person
Gave him respect which he throws back to this celestial nomad
He lets me bless him with my tale and the lessons my roads had
Told him potholes hold symbolic references, his vision sharpened
He saw there's wisdom locked in ever image that we witness walking
Through this daunting mist, we gotta grip the thoughts and drift on calm
Saw electric wires pinned to crosses, see it was a gift from god
See rhythms spawned of pidgeon squawks, symphonic glistens living on
He was the first of many people of the persons that I saw
Soon after he heard and he saw, his aura burst and withraws
You see? Theres 2 ethereal breeds that walk the streets
Some will come and leave however some will stay forever
So pay attention, some walk, explaining to create ascention
Endless days they destined to maintain the grey attendance
This is my way, and now your time to pardon your scarred core
Welcome to purgatory, that's my story, now start yours
Also, people here regarding only knowledge as art forms

06-17-2013, 11:21 PM	#4
Nigma The COAT... Join Date: Jan 2013 Location: BC, Canada Posts: 1,723 Battle Record: 28-20 Champed - Art of Writing League (x3) Rep Power: 4595813	The Celestial Wanderer First appearances perception of a fearless kid whose presence was empirically embelished in a perfect pyramid of freckles Shocking wits, my brain could zap the thoughts of Olympus greatest Starting walking at the 6-month age, by 1 year could sprint through rays Was given gifted traits since a young tike from embracing the suns light Come night I passed the time designing constellations in bug bites By 3 I developed basics, knew the alphabet in every language Practice helped to tame unhealthy baggage that came with clever brains Constant working ways, by 13 my presence was worthy of mention Cadence persuaded myriads of peasants to observe my adventures My experiences pulling chords and puppeteering open doors At 33 I smoldered wars, from saving life to nature minded soulful bard, A hopeful boating florist, attacking pirate ghosts with ores and no remorse Sew seeds within the oaky floors, ship turned into a floating forest By 55 I'd throned the fortress, made it rise and paid its prices later Light inside me changed, was tainted, aim deranged, inside I'm fading Faced the blight of Satan, my salvation, and by 66 my life was taken Spent less then half my life in shade yet these sins have equal sway My alignment gleaming grey, chained between the light and demons gate Looked to the heavens then the steamy way of heat and haze My body 9 feet deep in grave, engraved with ancient, sacred hebrew prayers To keep it safe, walk a one way road, the only street is pale Eyes look in the distant trail to where the dreary mist unvails Persistant path of mist and blackness, pidgeons, rats and drips of sadness Pavement hit by leather, pitter padder, brain worked quick, precision pattern As I walked it seemed my wisdom expanded to persistant advancement I saw what really has happened since the beginning of man Became the kings of the planet at a price that'll ruin the Earth Despite the humans worth, no loss of light inside a stupid person Yet the roots of wisdom stem from french kissing Medusas serpents Smart enough to view whats worse is certainly where gloom emerges Passing moons were blurs that caste before I ran into a person Gave him respect which he throws back to this celestial nomad He lets me bless him with my tale and the lessons my roads had Told him potholes hold symbolic references, his vision sharpened He saw there's wisdom locked in ever image that we witness walking Through this daunting mist, we gotta grip the thoughts and drift on calm Saw electric wires pinned to crosses, see it was a gift from god See rhythms spawned of pidgeon squawks, symphonic glistens living on He was the first of many people of the persons that I saw Soon after he heard and he saw, his aura burst and withraws You see? Theres 2 ethereal breeds that walk the streets Some will come and leave however some will stay forever So pay attention, some walk, explaining to create ascention Endless days they destined to maintain the grey attendance This is my way, and now your time to pardon your scarred core Welcome to purgatory, that's my story, now start yours Also, people here regarding only knowledge as art forms __________________ Last edited by Adonis; 06-18-2013 at 09:17 PM.