THE OPEN MIC CYPHER

[Witty]

Your eyes say too much? bet if you look at my dick my size makes you blush, I get paid to crush lame dudes I'm Haysoos with a screw in my brain loose from smoking that angel dust, I'm a hate filled lush, life's a cocaine thrill, I take pills 'til my pains killed, too insane to trust. I'm just a regular bloke, negative, broke, decrepit and choked from life's repetitive joke, heaven is hope, hell is despair, I'm a felon too enveloped in my embellished abode ever to care, on the precipice of developed affairs, just a step on the stairs, accepting the stares of catholics and methodists who feel like heaven is theirs, but the only heaven of which I'll be a member is shared. I've said heaven 3 times in such a short rhyme, I guess it's on my weak mind - fuck it - snort lines, contort spines, we're living in divorced times, divorced from reality, ourselves, each other, and of course I'm, no different, just another soul livin' within a cold prison, overthrown by an overflow of these old 'isms', so many labels we don't know who we are, life is in limbo and we've lowered the bar, fuck being a poet ---- there's the line, see it? Now toe it, in order to be saved we're told the key is atonement, but do we need to be saved? We grieve and we pray instead of seizing the day, as the seasons move with the breeze, we're told we're heathens, bruised and diseased, leading the way towards defeat and decay. We feel stupid, inane, So we sip on booze, in the hope that truth is relayed through other means because being sober just feels useless, a waste. What's the point in living if this is all I can be? I want to be tall like a tree, I want to soar with the birds following a trawler at sea, I want to shapeshift and escape with my family from this makeshift reality, this fake shit has rattled me, I'm either gonna achieve greatness or die a number on a payslip, a casualty.

[CopyPat]

I'm literally taking a dump. I'm sitting fully naked and slumped on this little toilet making this up. I'm craving some lunch, but my fridge and cupboards are bare. I need to go shopping to get some stuff for in there. Like chicken stuffed and a marinated steak, and potatoes. I barely make mistakes when i stay home and cook like a chef. Cause i never buy ingredients unless they look like they fresh. I push and i stress until the poop finally lightens. Then i look at my text and see this spoof i been writin. Poof like it's lightning this was written for jokes, quickly was smoked, had a shit, rap was writ, and submitted this post.

[Da BattleMasta Patrick]

Patrick the man bitch. my hands itch and trigger weaponry moving bodies with my mind telekinetically.

[Mr. J]

I can write rhymes in paragraphs get a pair of laughs, & when the parrot asks, you reply yes sir! I got a pair of abs that match the pair of paints they wear, where my parents at? down in the bayou I'm ridin' right by you, a risin' fire I'm Ryu, uppercut, a different cloth with pride due, service quick as a drive-thru, Cousin was a Crip, Brother's a Piru, same exact answer as Pi, dude, survival of the fittest hasn't fit this description since I've been liable, Christ, you son of a bitch for cursing me with my views, I'm bored with structure but enjoy nice moves, I'm sorry what? oh yea...I'm new

[theMuzzl3]

blah blah blahbiddy blah
oh hell naw, gimme dat straw
straight up the nasal cavities, the shit went
and next thing u know, there's a needle
spent, looking for the next high...
sickness comes, and pills follow;
light up rocks and turn them to dust… as man meets the snake and attempts to catch it.
"I've got it!" exclaims the man... he's got a plan.
Concoction of some sort with a contraption that lights up and is set to catch the snake.
Inhale, the snake does; and man left tongueless by his own meat cleaver, gets bit in the ass.
The handy sledge hammer did not work… what to do now?
Scrambling through drawers never did any good.
Attempted suicide does not provide any assistance...
but the snake gave him a band-aide, to sooth his wounds.
Snake convinces man that they want to be together; they need each other...

At the center of the bar, baffling looks at a babe who's walked in become the situation.
This quickly turns into a battle and all are taken down, but the one.
Looks at that same chick, and realize she has a dick.
His head flips as he scratches his chin and then: Monsters come out of his crotch;
Attack the transvestite that had walked in the bar; demolishes skin and muscle from bone.
Man looks straight at yield sign, then aliens take out his eyes…
the man walks straight into the yield sign.
Rip out that baby and bash her head in till she's dead, then wear her belly as your crown.
Ooogly Booglies doing the happy dance;
while man holds onto yield sign, within the storm.
Together we are lost, and alone… we are sucked back into the black hole.

Tribute to Puscifer -- Potions

[theMuzzl3]

Copypat be champion of the AOWL…
stomping cats with random pop off.'s.
Dude writes so clearly, with descriptions and rhymes: intertwined.
Wins AOWL S4, a true writer exponentiates his Kingdom.

Dropping links & spotting pinking never came to thought.
Methinks, more drinks dropping down this throat.
Sick stuff be skating down racetracks that are undefined.
Spontaneous intelligence portrayed in a linguistic's redesigned
structures.
Mine, soon to be confined; and then my structures
will be undermined, and then I will have resigned.
@CopyPat

[theMuzzl3]

all active members, please step to
the open mic cypher, and write for you.

[theMuzzl3]

record starts spinning, and you start spitting out nonsensical gibberish
you spit it so exquisitely that your tongue ties into a knot, like a silverfish.
Blue, ripped and specifically bored, the young crowd fires into your spinsterish
clots of trying to form sentences. Torn up, your dung spills more retarded dishes
of words that don't make any sense. A non-sensical genius
is about the spinous armor, and you, sir, are without success
in that department. Start parting words from phrases and do the opposite.
And soon you will graduate netcee's college and be able to hang with it.

[AndyHiro]

Originally Posted by theMuzzl3

Start parting words from phrases and do the opposite.
And soon you will graduate netcee's college and be able to hang with it.

oooooh maybe there is hope for you

[Clayray]

Sulking down ya street with a hunting knife
Angles cry on this haunting night, I come for life
as you sit on your porch thinking nothing's right
From ya front bushes I toss a rock in the opposite direction
You turn, then I come and twist ya neck top into sections
Tsu Surf lock pick the door like *eeeeeeeeeerrr*
Mom turns the corner & my glock pops in her melon

[AndyHiro]

Use to rap on the logical, Boson symmetric super string particles.
On the fantastic impossible, FreshADiddle brought out the philosopher.
Life caught up with me, and I grew into an emotional animal.
She's disappeared so Pinot Griji Cockenstein's what I now channel.
Battle wins, hall of fame, I don't need those commendations.
Keep playing your games, they didn't save NONE of my nominations.
All that FUCKING time wasted, as a kid I could have spent dating.
Maybe it would have saved me from all the loathing and self hatred.
I can't connect anymore, everything just seems forced.
Everything makes me bored, I had an epiphany bout it this morning...
but I can't put it in words.

[Mr. J]

I send the Pentagon the pen of God make pretentious thoughts
Stretch a sentence on a crucifix then applaud the epic epilogue
Sprinkle pepper on a epidemic brought by avian blessings..odd
with no sense at all a reflective menace abroad playin with a huge breasted broad..
stop....catch ya breath no credit here if your electives met
I step to vets when you was strept at best couldn't even...catch..a..breath
with no legends left or no appendix depth I can't stomach the injections left
I send them death dooogggg I'm pressing next fast break let em mesh
got ya boys fallin behind like a 3 man weave
this moby dick is all that a sea man needs
Give me the taco you got the beef and cheese
they call me butter and can't belive that's me

[UnbornBuddha]

Oh spirit of mine, show me the contents on why your clearly divine.
Steer me when blinded by the delirium indicted, cheer for my life.
Fearsome as knighted warriors whose spear reaches heights nearing the sky
Capable of piercing what flies, including all types of airplane gov. spies.
Have you decided to spare me your despise, wholeheartedly declaring your demise?
Trivial affairs as those define the "why" that guides me to issue a kill on sight command.
Any empire of this world is a parasite in disguise,
Its climb to greatness implies a great amount of filth and grime on its hands.

I've told countless deities if they will be mine!
Mere playthings, so I can emptily stare at their design.
Share with me the despair on your mind, so I can bare it and try to comprehend thy
As you can see I’m interested in thou incompetent mind…
I'm a sorrowful parent whose deformed son laments life
His mom's consents hiding him so he won't be judged
Nonsense I say! He must not become swayed to think he has a crutch
My boy has nothing to be ashamed of; he must crush the mask he loves.
The path he must cross to heal his soul is one his daddy trusts.
Travesty packs a punch, yet a true transcendent feels glad when touched by a stern fist.
Contrary to belief, I wasn't born rich I became so by my determined wish
To find my niche, so I can earn a kiss from a princess's yearning lips
Yet before she seduces me I already burned the witch.
Ms. royalty gallantly lived, but the severe pain was beyond the aid of percocets.
Fate is merciless, but through will alone I've manage to stave off its burdening
On an already nervous wreck jumping through more hoops than a circus pet.

The focus of my north star is to discern the myth from reality
Including the deceitful fallacy in believing the comedic skit of gravity.
Turning good your evil family is the whole point of Sikhs and alchemy
Miracle tales do happen when you perceive all agony as a blissful canopy.
I said this not to philosophize; I once had limbs that atrophied
My body spontaneously recovered as I became sick of galloping about with my gadgetry
Wheelchairs condemn a man to a dreadful malady.
Not to say their not useful when the abnormality of paralysis causes laxity in your legs tonicity
Eventually they cease to work, a manifest toxicity.

Some writers say text is fantasy, these are the ones who oppress humanity
Beheading them is resetting their anatomy
Returning the world back to an empty galaxy
A pristine universe lies in each of our cranial and pelvic cavities.
Pure men are not the ones with an unblemished chastity
Rather it's the sagely ones who can control their sense faculties.
A ready cavalry awaits those who attempt depravities such as gutless blasphemies
I will prefer peace though, instead of this bloody calamity with hundred casualties.

In retrospect,
Aging has made time a deteriorative sequence to your youthful playtime
Beginning from a wee neonate not immune to hate crime
Thankfully its cuteness rebukes its stage fright.
The process continues from day light to nighttime
Until you’re an ugly old gray man, but superior brain wise.
Unless you abused your brain’s tissue created from material that’s light
But with an unquestionable superior design, that to this day remains a mysterious device
The blood brain barrier signifies that most bacteria are denied entry way to the mirror inside.
The consequence of misusing it is as an old timer Alzheimer’s makes your cerebral a grave site
Your whole world dies, as if Gaia was hit by a big enough meteorite.

[Clayray]

I'm comin in swinging treys we boyz in the hood bitch
Baptize u in river Styx clinching to a crucifix
Dismember bits of egos with a gruesome fist
Who is this? They always ask and I don't acknowledge
I've tried remembering my own name but i forgot it

[Split]

I think it's sad:
take a thousand snapshots
of you in the same place & time.
looks, like you haven't moved.
looks give off the sense that you haven't moved.

[Certain]

Timidly, I wore though my broken shoes,
a broken hue, a spoken truth evoked when you
moved here. Moved there. We wrote in clues
desperate for something more than votive cues.
I wanted to tell you I dreamt of another place.
Hammocks. Sandlewood drifting on a summer day.
Fingers interlocking. Touch a face. Once astray,
you're better off now. Stuffed away in cuffs and chains.

[Wise Wiggles]

I had bunch fucka skunk decay
Cunt sufflets .. Blah blah blah something gay
Say it to my shrine instead of Justin's grave
Trying roll with me? Blunts for days
Hundred ways to make ya lungs give way
Mother Nature a stupid bitch. Wanna punch her face

[Mr. J]

So when the freak show is underway
I fucked her face with a touch of grace
She wanted to spoon so I punched her...
wait .. I honestly don't know what to say
I got sluts for days you got cut with AIDS
ebola loaded into shells as I erupted strays
either duck or make a conscious decision....
give up the games

[UnbornBuddha]

"Who will be my successor next when I succumb to death?"
A constant stressor pensively upheld in the mind of Professor X.
Having a cerebro yourself can you profess what's next?

In my many wanderings once a sorceress said:
"Adventurer correct your quest's destination,
Instead of east commence to west;
The direction both Lao Zi and Amitofo headed to suspend their breath.
Paradise is the road to take if you’ll let me suggest your steps
Suppress the pressure to judge before having the correct concept
Of anything relevant. Compared to the clutching of the grossest heaviest elements
Grasping at mere straws as any excellent detective knows is the emptiest evidence.
When my own demons went through a mental exodus
I came to know the envy of many petty friends.
We cry in pain, yet shun heaven's messenger sent to us.
Even if we're chosen as pertinent recipients of an eternal precipitant
To kneel and listen in subservient readiness is a trait we abhor
worse than the fate of boars who are fed until they can be trade for ore.
He who in this impermanence is percipient can take Satan's horns, and rape his corpse
Is deemed worthy of painting organisms of divine rank saving whores from their dating chore.
Slaves of war know life to be a game of scores where it leaves no player bored.
Obtaining more then what you’re destined for is like the creator feigning lore.
Slaying the reigning lord for laughing sake is the misplacement of greater war
To be had when a state's painful sores erupt due to a deranged king's hateful scorn"

[UnbornBuddha]

Swap the hellish agony you eat to subsist off gluten free bread
Kneaded by the avian god in his nest while Lucifer rest.
A nocturnal slumber he took after his mommy put him in bed
His tiresome snores are more breathless than tumors indented in your chest
Preventing your lungs from having full pneumo ingestion.
I come from a long line of samurai with feudal intention
The holy sword of Masamune cuts down people’s impression
Of the image of us embedded in their pupils and retinas.
Somewhere down the line the lineage got tainted by Sumos and Spetnaz.
Betrothing whomever your descendants like is a social pseudo invention.
A proverbial humorous wit causes me to ask if you prefer your humors to be bled
As your funny bone’s synovial fluid is dissected as it became bruised and infected.
Human dialect is a tool that led to the answering of the Guru’s question.
I pursue hermetic use of hermeneutic gnosis so I can change the neuro messages
Passing through your receptors.
Thus, giving consciousness back to the selfish autocrats, and wealthy bureaucrats
Their mind now is wondering where exactly did Brahma’s oppressor went?
And where did their prepubescent sexual offender fled
The reason they first suppressed the contents that their conscious sensed.
Yet, their constantly tense because they know deep down the consequence
Of keeping latent any precancerous oxidant.
Common sense will dictate them to see a psycho analyst to get to the bottom of this accident.
But that's requires them to fathom their mind's passages, and walk through its dark labyrinth.