|
02-07-2013, 01:07 PM | #1 |
General German
Join Date: Dec 2009
Posts: 1,989
Battle Record: 26-12
Champed - Netcees Battle League (2x)
- Line4Line Cypher Tourney
- Back2Basics
- Fight Night XLVI
Rep Power: 15213749 |
Coup
Coup
|
02-07-2013, 01:17 PM | #2 |
Don't believe the hype
Join Date: Feb 2013
Posts: 572
Battle Record: 4-5
Rep Power: 0 |
Fear
I stood atop rows of pale stone
stale markers of our own living bravery sprawling out in a harbor, foggy as Ole slavery vivid in still memory, on this hill serving as a cemetery a sea of white chess pieces combed by somber cries blacklisted forever under these November owned lavender skies My mind was now a radar station ready to receive, some how in relation to the sum of all parts now in sedation, true the stories of those buried around me their vibrations, code and oddities situations of the dead; molten dichotomies I sat scowled, feeling on mushy green grass the blood of coffers, fools gold seeing finally at last: I saw ten thousand jokers pursing dark smiles, amusing The Great Spirit dancing on golden strings of desire, striking depths of murderous merit I saw five hundred bats scream through double rainbows muffled against the sun, on euphoric flights of gold in kilos I saw The Great Plains gutted entirely by bloodthirsty vacation sport trails of decay and long lines of Apachee hurriedly sanctioned as escorts Above, twenty soaring eagles dropping eggs randomly in support bracing a last full measure laced in a circumference of sorts signaling red in valentine preference, to walk fine lines in accepted mainstream reference this one divine time I heard one million battle cries at once, the collective of mankind each different but the same, all reflective and confined to eternal rest and affluent stings of angel tipped-kisses their pasty bliss digital in glitches strangled by eloquence lipped in eclipses I kissed my fingers and offered love to the master God I was dismissed I figured, a windsurfer on a faster squad all was not settled or clean, or as free. or as simple as it seems I realized I saw many things, and I remember seeing meaningful meanings... I closed my eyes Some time after that, I painted all my windows black I was now the ship and my mind the bottle my face long and my stare empty, soulless two pupils larger than dinner plates staring point blank at absolutely nothing forcing every ounce of energy to move my Queen of hearts behind a stage curtain called Jupiter wrapped in a moist membrane of my ancestral past I was gone now I will suffer through the awkwardness mostly because I do not exist |
02-07-2013, 01:19 PM | #3 |
Don't believe the hype
Join Date: Feb 2013
Posts: 572
Battle Record: 4-5
Rep Power: 0 |
Judgement
My mind shattered into pieces and I fell on both knees crying
atop fallen shards of daggers, trenched omniscient and implying knowledge of myself. Of my hurting, my lying, its cheating pendants that's all I seemed to do and I was exposed, under red fluorescent a pungent reminder of the medicinal properties of karma its chemicals and articulation, stitching my hearts fall Lacerations etched a maze of blisters on my sunlit body and I couldn't feel them. I was euphoric from the punishment probably and I chased the high again and again, shooting up its ornate arrow its feathers flared out of my existence, its tip a sharp soothing voice of good company and shoestring comforts, coolly poised it contracted a smile from me, amusing my lipid shackles an inner Jackal laughing insipidly, choking on erratic crackles it resonated throughout my circuitry of unabated servitude just now tasting the fruit of my labor, fully ripe it knew I reached one arm up and held on for another first day When the world felt correct and so thirsty someway Or any other conviction of universal truth So orderly and prescribed and very vital to my own deception I saw the distant churning and turning of clumsy vultures circling and swerving consistent random patterns in the sky I knew then I was their fertile soil, once I die I felt un-proportionally top heavy and thought a map of redemption could find me and be caught or be found if I swayed against them long enough for more time to play my last card, a two of jaded hearts desperation's only hope, blindly bluffing a fools baited dart I envisioned their hooks clamping down on my leathery flesh, blood damp and brown shampooed and conditioned into soft raw material As imperial as the true color of eternal sun shine I clenched my teeth, waiting for the interval pain to subside waiting for the last call... And so I faced my Judgement over and over chasing my own sins around and around again but never quite getting anywhere beyond the Saviors soothing hand, grabbing at straws because the Devil was sort of behind him, pulling but ahead now, controlling in a relative way and while I fell into lucid dreams and lost all to irrational fantasy he never spoke again with much words to say content that I will suffer a life times worth |
02-07-2013, 01:20 PM | #4 |
Don't believe the hype
Join Date: Feb 2013
Posts: 572
Battle Record: 4-5
Rep Power: 0 |
Snow Leopard Hymn.
Listen to me, you, Snow Leopard
Paw tracks show that you kept toward them. You saw their backs hours before our wagons, traps, snares, all lured forward For war. For rape of any inheritance Be saddened, beware, be forewarned. Fore legions in fair exhibits, folklore born dare a visit to the ridge of Babylon singing fire, the Dragon Reborn Song They chant, the war must run its synthesis as how cotton sows fabric as now Jesus sues Genesis a death of one thousand lashes, a few fair ounces added to Angela's ashes patience is what they hate, do wait for any vacant openings, famously faint Yes do wait, Snow Leopard They hate you Snow Leopard You are Earth of one legend, of many Plateau fertile as Garden, edged in Edens patched rows You are Kingdom, crowned by vine ripe tomatoes a court with eleven seeds to sew, planted naturally by violent fights faded ago by lineage. By the dialect of history and it has been written about so, Their sun is our aura, denying to nourish green shoots to flora, marked X by thee whorish fleets. Their searchlights plant ashore ideas only to drain them, then sailing for Pandora Mans Island of Evil that stows below-- glowing laughter flown by crows of old and they will ravage you, Snow Leopard I love you Snow Leopard I was certainly sure I did your eyes, blue Superior Superlatives and mine, over sized Apricots* you, white, mapped-over after dots A dark prince of top elusiveness hard since youth, sufficient hop to usefulness Man ? Red, an oath leaf of ivy trunked of lies; storied oak anthologies rooted in skunked belly deceit, a meeting of no apologies nor no receipt I show you Snow Leopard You go right. brain knows it's left Man learns right, brain discerns it theft to tell the difference between: first, remain unseen with steady breath and hope. Then listen to the cracks in the wall with a stethoscope and if it's open it must be legit fit for average consumption, don't forget because what is private is handled by pirates prying loose profits from privileged diets Remember that and tell your Kingdom, Snow Leopard You are their face of spades a space of cascading snow flakes placed sun faded, flanked stunned, not alienated while North went West and East sent forth South they went Left of course! Unless record melted a compass in their mouth I sang verses from the Dragon Reborn to you Snow Leopard, you hissed: Soon, Legionaries of one feather will smile twisted downward arcs of cruelty exposing fangs of one thousand year old tusks sucking the golden apple that never was milking mountain breasts of Earth Mother bleeding succulent venom upon her nursery poisoning the well of youth, virginity and the voice of elders, its wisdom in search of all Snow Leopards the sacrificial lamb and key ignition switch to New World Order Soon there will be immunity to mass mutiny Soon it will be half the global scrutiny Soon flags are half mast, raised in arms Marching one staff against unity |
02-07-2013, 01:21 PM | #5 |
Don't believe the hype
Join Date: Feb 2013
Posts: 572
Battle Record: 4-5
Rep Power: 0 |
Chess Coup d'état
A rag of Pawns have yet to reveal
to you, my Queen, their subconsciousness; a storm system forming near your rein of consciousness. Their tears bleed acidic rain drops, eroding away thought. Their unity hails the size of imagination, pounding away logic. And their stealth, a bolt of lighting, splits a second behind the crackle of their ensuing thunder. My Queen, it will unsettle all contemporary foundations. Let it rain, let it rein. I warn you, my Queen, that A Pawn laughs as he calculates and mixes in acid rain and bubble gum fixed as medicine... Loading subtle guns for some fast chance to jettison life of rank and file to go stencil in ten SOS Messages signaling distressed shot instances kept Checked to mate Chaos in bloodshed plotted premises. At all costs, in spite of red blemishes caught painting a real horror to lives lost Listen closely everybody, His pills send surreal dopamine hand cranked, telescoped in and out, until reasoning is totally maliced by dope ripe against discreet tyrannical positions of power knife in check, masterful in his grand finale hour All waiting on some Trumpeter to bugle the call of war under one blood banner flying high the fall of Kings, tightening a noose around the Queens bed Splitting her long legs loosely, stabbing her seams red finger nails scraping out her orifice, raw slush blood picked teeth lick flesh, dry fucking to flush out all direct claims to the Virgin Mary Certain to burn any seed inside that may carry the next line of unhealthy ego, next of kin with a mirror mirror on the wall, sworn in existence with rusty slit wrists pinned to orange tinted crucifixes And you, my king, come closley, You and your royal ties will sever for ever your rein of tax and terror will face a mirror and the look back will demonstrate all the hate, however pastel painted, you retain in lieu of me It's hostel, raided by youths in fox holes both dying and surviving orthodox souls simultaneously Simply because, All is kept silent of which is alienable in open water- never too far off are jaws of intercept, inept on all attainable truths spoken for barter Live. Let. Outlet for the onset. Let. Live. Onset for the outlet. Check mate by Coup d'état. |
02-07-2013, 01:22 PM | #6 |
Don't believe the hype
Join Date: Feb 2013
Posts: 572
Battle Record: 4-5
Rep Power: 0 |
Life Without End
In one life I was a farmer born lowly into blistered lands
worn into existence with a mixture of soil and salted sweaty hands It was then, against all odds, that I gave to Kingdoms and country feeding fat children of old wealth, in need of wheat thins and barley The Nobles too, fed from my garden; from my hand like sour pigs I raised them, watched them harden- from kids to powdered Wigs I saw them rise out of The Dark Ages, their power consolidation a blanket of death housing a serpent frown around all our nations squeezing my life as a puppet, of course pulling at sliver strings until I died before Monarchs, but not before learning a few things In another life I was born an Indian to a Seminole Chiefdom I lived in unison and sung songs in one regional anthem I had unintelligible wisdom and blossomed first like a native flower deep rooted in ancestral soil under humid rainy showers I grew peacefully under one million smitten Sun sets learning again, yet another dialect a kin to written alphabets in my last breath of fruition the Spanish fleets surprised us we offered tobacco and corn, they gave us viruses I died. In another life I was a field hand in a sea of King Cotton lost in some political translation, picking until soon forgotten The smell of Yankee gun smoke flared obnoxiously to a Rebel Yell and war broke out again, for freedom but not really in this Federal hell Three hundred years later I achieved second class citizenship get out of jail free card used to wipe up the same Ole shit again, shit I died. In another life I was Amelia Earhart flying a Sigma air plane navigating blue oceans, clouds asphyxiated highly in my name I crashed and disappeared on purpose for my own amusement history ignores and creates fiction for those who never knew it In another I was engineering Democracy as a factory laborer lambs for lions in war profiteering, riveting helmets on toy soldiers my name was Rosie and I was told to hate ambitious Hitler I had stars and stripes to dream and awoken lonely to whisper softly to myself that my life will only be that of some unknown I will never age, never die, never know how fulfillment is thrown I died ninety nine thousand times and lived one million years I painted caves with blood of rivals and smiled I sustained flint lock shots of musket tipped with vile I had been a Titanic passenger, drowned but survived I crashed stock markets and thrived, swallowed thorns and lied I had been a prize fighter in the golden age of sport boxing I walked batters and pitched no hitters, old age never knocking I wrote lies for news papers and sold Ivory Coast sweet tooths I fucked Marlyn Monroe and told Jackie Onassis half truths The thing is, I live until I die only to be reborn with Adams eye I learned to believe half of what I see and nothing of what I hear superficially always witnessing the pains of history Crying, Lying, Cheating, Hurting that's all we seem to do, so good |
02-07-2013, 01:22 PM | #7 |
Don't believe the hype
Join Date: Feb 2013
Posts: 572
Battle Record: 4-5
Rep Power: 0 |
Rainforest
A network of branches weaves textured vines as trampoline fabrics
Lacing fine bands of green, stitched across oceans of Atmospheric Static the molten Sun broiled above, spilling over onto endless forest canopy Pouring down amazing colors, assorted before us; in an Amazon's anatomy Below, the ground misted as a viper, sweltering under its living umbrella cover Dissipating as a kaleidoscope of splendor, globally hissing its Earth mother *** Drums of natives could be heard echoing across the valley floor no doubt a ceremony, strumming forward to behold white washed storms Yellow birds of paradise sat perched over a Murky River Majestic Unaware of the peppy cadence, rumbling on quicker now than suspected the pedals of oriental plants rattled in low bass, after each beat and the percussions resounded louder still, until the pedals shrieked Like a Serpent eating its own tail, the music grew desperate consuming itself, in an endless digestion of future betterment it was a sinuous act of instinct, faith, that the human inhabitants marched against a continuous threat, holding last wills to testament drums became symbols, and symbols became the resistance secreted clear cutting the forest floor bowed up as the prevalence needed, Chainsaws ripped at the bases of Earthly virgin forests swirling around saw dust against a flurry of birds in exodus tractor arms swiveled on pivots and dug out river basins filled them with vacation ships and let parking lots drive in workers in white hats prescribed field fires to clear more roads Jaguar refugees spotted their backs and disappeared inward, toward the rebellion against destruction, the peoples rage Against the simple machines befallen them, springing shut a cage Arrow tips peppered across the Suns arching keel railing down shards of flint, splintering around parts of steel four hundred painted faces danced after them softly pulled forward by the drummers drums raging ferocity Bulldozers were flipped and worker throats were slit Rubber tires were pincushions of arrow tipped torrents Yellow Birds of Paradise were swishing and screaming wings a cyclone of hell, their claws gripping and heaving seething and gutting out blue eyes, bloody with blonde hair Escalating louder, the drums became the sounds of one fair oscillating brother hood became the curdle of ten thousand more arrows pitted in blood Slithering like an Anaconda born to be the hero tonight The bellow of the machines contrasted the drums And they soon danced too, wrapping around eachother some A child with two red feathers lifted a chin up one slight of hand boomed, his drum pent up There could be no doubt now. |
02-07-2013, 01:35 PM | #8 |
Don't believe the hype
Join Date: Feb 2013
Posts: 572
Battle Record: 4-5
Rep Power: 0 |
Anonymous
Important Note
Dear Recipient of this Letter, Last night, three surgeons quietly entered your residence Two had needles and certainly medicated your remembrance One furnished a scalpel, his eyes were bleeding black ink Together they will defile you, sight unseen this week This note will inform you of your current predicament Don't stay inside for its duration, read on to learn of it A national emergency is in effect, total Marshall Law A medical order to eradicate dissent, cut from a doctors saw You have been identified as a threat, an aggressor An instigator-activist sent by truth, silenced by scissors Wake up. Because your daughter will not; taped as cannon fodder Internal-radiated and the first to be murdered, devoured Because your son was forced to assist, whisked from the nest Then hung from the course of his neck in his sisters dress Your wife has been shot, but not before she fought back With a sharp pen she resisted with a stab that bled black They are all stuffed in the garbage can, in bits at best Forget about them and remember this is real, sick but a test Under your bed is a gun, a mirror and a single pill Swallow the capsule then feel around for the windowsill Take the mirror, steady a signal off the Westward sun The opposition is ready, awaiting a sign since this all begun Jump from your captivity now, or a doctored disease will be coming Meet the resistance somehow with cunning or cease to be nothing When you arrive give the gun to Edward. The man He will decide your worth or shoot you, understand Say to him, "Synaguage Alpha" to pass the sentries Then it's on or else a failure of freedom eventually By then you should be feeling the dope meant to numb And will have no problems accepting that hope is all but done Edward will tell you the city streets are a problematic prism The army is to kill off the silent majority against the system You must be completely plugged in and chipped to live One bank, one religion with government clipped to give Sooner than later, you'll be born a slave without will It's like that now, but it's in a SHADE most find a thrill The difference is that today: Distractions like Dancing with the Stars is over, done And Pepsi is out of stock, or no more Hollywood scum No more predictive programming by social engineers Or the fabricated life away from reality inching near The masses are taking notice, no more whimsical fluff But for now, it's you, Edward and a small tactical bluff To head up an Army of soldiers chipping the herd To kill as many as possible to sustain the spoken word: Your family is dead. They want you. You must act. Sincerely, Anonymous |
02-07-2013, 01:37 PM | #9 |
Don't believe the hype
Join Date: Feb 2013
Posts: 572
Battle Record: 4-5
Rep Power: 0 |
The D
Broken sidewalks led to more tangled brick
Roads spun in grid lock, upsetting the sick The garbage, in shadows below this control In ghetto cancer cells, losing to drown souls I warped my scarf tight, the crispy wind grows Hiding me against the million broken windows |
02-07-2013, 01:41 PM | #10 |
Don't believe the hype
Join Date: Feb 2013
Posts: 572
Battle Record: 4-5
Rep Power: 0 |
Wouldn't That be Funny...
Wouldn't that be funny...
If you ate hamburgers and daffodils In Indo China laughing at cinema films If you played Nintendo with an Australian Sinned so hard on Pentecost with Ethiopians If you told lies as jokes with fifteen one liners Laughed it off and pulled it over Mr. Oppenheimer Who's that ? I don't fucking know, a bad ass It's all because funny people are the saddest Wouldn't that be funny... If you lost your home in economic crashes Held it in, n' in your mind is all chronic madness If you lost your child to the sate social workers Still keep her room exactly but never fight for her And in your mind are shades of all the eternal shine But you're blinded by tears, showing that hurtful side You go to the show by yourself and order two drinks It's your birthday, but in your mind it's been two weeks You think of ways life should have been, could of been You are reminded of reality, here we go again, go again Wouldn't it be nice... If you stood up and said, "MAN THAT'S FUCKING IT" Cut all ties to forfeit everything now, as soon as it sets As good as it gets, you remove all your systemic regrets Wouldn't that be funny, if you left and hit the road Nobody noticed you gone (only cold and icicles know) And you walk with a back pack on, canned food dinners Three states away and still life is never gettin' better A cigarette in your ear and a match stick in your teeth Smoking so many dreams with that static on the feet You start to miss your Nintendo and your impromptu jokes Your daughter's up in the ward, you want to give up hope You wonder if Australia accepts outlaws, stoked to start over The ocean whispers a boat and your sail drifts apart, a loner You give it all up, even the road and her adventure No direction home, you feel a the bite like dentures Not authentic anymore, no zest, or function to live You think of Indo China and Ethiopia and their kids Out of food now and your gut sticks to your spine (stole that line) With your face in dirt you give up, sick, out of time Wouldn't that be funny if you didn't live in the wild You could die and never have to forsake your child You look up to the apex of your situation now Up in some astral nirvana, death executes on clouds Watchin' them part, you see your daughter... it can't be She is smiling, looking at you, and you are so fucking happy You scream, "I love you baby, I'll see you soon...I love you so much" That would be funny, if this wasn't really happening |
02-07-2013, 01:42 PM | #11 |
Don't believe the hype
Join Date: Feb 2013
Posts: 572
Battle Record: 4-5
Rep Power: 0 |
Neo.
Don't you know ?
I'm that Swisher Sweet blunt, wrapped. Six foot deep, out back rollin' spinal taps One eye dank; My other eye sportin' pirate patch Hour glass strokin' late, eatin' crazy scobby snacks ...Drum line pulsatin' out old harmonic flow Rewind ? Beats bass booms like ole dominos Boy's all fading soon, zero pharmaceuticals Doe in season, Bambi's dope ?... Dear: magical, Oxygen is now premium, laughin' over chemicals Seeing is believing, I see dreams being physical On it again, down periscope chasing rabbit holes Wow, Alice is my miracle...lickin' em' pink popsicles If she axe nicely, I'll give her ice scream reciprocal Dawg, This trip, be up on my bacon pan somethin' electrical I'm wired like ten jackals pacin' past the paradoxical Again, I'm that swisher blunt, done crashed all obstacles Please...fix me. |
02-07-2013, 01:44 PM | #12 |
Don't believe the hype
Join Date: Feb 2013
Posts: 572
Battle Record: 4-5
Rep Power: 0 |
Rebirth
I'm
Haunted by the memories of places I've been Of my faceless past sins, palpitations' & spins Running up endless stairs. Up lifes' downward slopes Knowin' the old, preparing up there Mountains of Hope But I'm twisted in cobwebs, trapped in insidious plots Just a spider asleep, life is feedin' me insects and rot Crawling to the surface like fat worms after hard rain My memory is power, like if a dream could star gaze My dreams go uninterpreted, like a letter never read It's the better end--I'm bitter for being altogether dead Fuck choices I made, pleasures are some how sufferings Just allow my voice to now measure out these mutterings: * I'm still thirteen years old, joining a cult to find love I'm the awkward bookish boy, adults' lies like OJ's glove Their acid acceptance is my emotional oxy clean shine Promise of fair weather but passive storms never reside I'm still seven, and a Venus Flytrap tryin' to be mysterious As my parents joke at the end of a marriage, why so serious ? I'm still seventeen, walking in my first bid of doomed freedom Somehow, even now I can't believe I just got rid of REASON I still live in my car, years after founding a new family Renting more permanent hurt. Astounding is my agony! All the police, and criminals, and false friends linger & chill Most are in my head; they're all sleepin' on box springs still It's still my wedding day, the day of the birth of my child The day we got the autism diagnosis, downward little smiles It's the day my wife left me, and the day I left my wife It's today, my child and wife in the oceans called life Me on the shore, scribbling this essay in front of dolphins It's all those times, together with thirty nails in my coffin When you make truly significant life choices, remember this Before you age, or commit a crime, use drugs, flash your tits Or get married, or choose to be homeless: all splendor is shit Some of these choices are crossroads, a direction you choose Dreams can and will change you forever, a suggestion I use: Treat your mind as a museum you must curate In time a REBIRTH must come, it's not life but fate |
02-07-2013, 01:49 PM | #13 |
Don't believe the hype
Join Date: Feb 2013
Posts: 572
Battle Record: 4-5
Rep Power: 0 |
Song Bird
Position a song bird on my shoulder
Singing Peter picked... poison peppers Perched in perfect pitch... of pictures Then stack seashells, topside my ocean box Listen lost, as ice cream hides soft polka dots Rusty hallows, downsized in pistol smoke Of pink pony rides, must be some isotopes... Close the door, turn out the light Then set war birds atop a powder keg Wick a fuse in an hour to an outer edge Pluck feathers and kick start zero, Hiroshima Sequestered shadows hear no, bleed blood Silhouettes exhausting like hairpin fractals Air signals bomb Alice, her fear of rabbit holes Do all this, inside your cerebral cortex Install this urge, or just let your pours sweat |
02-07-2013, 03:33 PM | #14 |
Don't believe the hype
Join Date: Feb 2013
Posts: 572
Battle Record: 4-5
Rep Power: 0 |
Ocean Trip
Speak to me on a level never felt. Past or present...
Standing tall, in defiance of your collar bone. Hallow be thy- oh you! So prized, by alliance again with science. Cold. Showering signs, lined with sticks stacked in stones. So true, like a fish in, out of water asking why fins get so stoned ? I don't know. Like fresh salt licks sold in Seas. To Scholars who somersault brooks, reeling in only cheddar cheese. Acid reflex follows. Brought up by sequence, as only in secret we agree to disagree. Too heavy, and when the feather flys free, simply be. Against me is the scenic way. Believe it. Oh so miserable me. Take the next exit, now so sinister seen. Seek me out. On a plain never drafted. Now or later. See if we climb together, only to be asked why ? My answer ? Foul ply in a sea saw. Holy on the other side, reeds and all. That's because we open doors that at a distance, freely fall. For us, of us. By us. FUBU not. Fear us, because we clot blood. Shot out, to fish Brook Trout and blot out flower buds. Give me reason. And I will. Give me you and it's done. On an ice burg tip, cooked short of common sense. A shore once was, for us. Of us, on this ocean trip. |
02-07-2013, 03:34 PM | #15 |
Don't believe the hype
Join Date: Feb 2013
Posts: 572
Battle Record: 4-5
Rep Power: 0 |
Porcelain Boy SOLDIER
If I never talked
I wouldn't listen more Cos I'm that fresh, frozen dialog Of conversations unspoken Between contention and sulfur heat If I never listened I wouldn't listen, or be thirsty Because I'm a rooster quit cold turkey Deploy this tactic, can't you see some static ? Constituting emergencies on my path with Dynamic planning, with fast bandwidth I'd rotor wisdom on empire Broadcasting reversals over tight rope So, the less noise I make The more I communicate this: Body language like ghost shell Illumines my snake pit, pent up mostly, by screaming wholesale What is it, but is what is Sometimes when, on what consequences Don't you get it fool ? I'm that Porcelain boy soldier, little atlas chin Who Chariots a land rover, over his requiem Riding cursed Frankenstein monster First to herd Cyclops in past bad posture Though, you will fail to understand this, Because of Fair Trade Poppy Awful habit. Contrived little carcinogens Dry Skittles eaten alive by his Rabbit Friend Easter eggs: painted by China synthetics Incubated puzzles cracked concave genetics What ? |
02-07-2013, 03:36 PM | #16 |
Don't believe the hype
Join Date: Feb 2013
Posts: 572
Battle Record: 4-5
Rep Power: 0 |
Simon Says
Synchronize my exterior to display nothing but superior superlatives, disguising our eyes only after our interiors were certainly sure we did. All is kept silent of which is alienable in open water- never too far off are jaws of intercept inept on all attainable truths spoken for barter.
Demonstrate all the hate, however pastel painted, you retain in lieu of me. It's hostel, raided by youths in fox holes both dying and surviving orthodox souls simultaneously. Go on. Proceed. Demonstrate how I feigned shy of snared dividends. Short of hilarity as I expected this autumn again. How you instead casted calls of Amnesty auditioned in clarity. Only to be paired with me, if and only sparingly then. And as such, a pallet of two lonely September symphony blends, colored Splendid into a splendor of animation seeing more suspended. Heh, the vulgarity was amber, the diva friend, a tint of flavor applauded behind closed doors being orally tested by men. Hurriedly monetized, though not really offended. So slow, too fast. Too fixated on photo finishes. Soon out-fielded with photon particles Irish-Blue in blemishes. Two related too mirror in any remembrance. Too sedated. Fears of infinity. Just too 'you' to radiate two cadences capable of atypical symmetry. It is not so. Not sustainable, quite frankly. Simon says so. |
02-20-2013, 09:06 PM | #17 |
Don't believe the hype
Join Date: Feb 2013
Posts: 572
Battle Record: 4-5
Rep Power: 0 |
Lil Story
I like an audience
so I do things, random things I was at an Assembly once and fell asleep to monotony to rasping echos, falling into a nursery of short attentions the speaker was one bearded neck vocalizing safe sex or vote or die or whatever I was sleeping anyways, don't matter an elbow nudged a lower rib and I lifted crusty eyes took in a thousand images and bit my lower lip yawing I mentally told off the dude next to me and my head rocked back again an elbow again fuck it, let's roll I pulled out a Marlboro from a shirt pocket light it against one hundred gasps exhaled into infinity, smoke rings for Jesus I guess, whatever I stood to stretch my jeans but really to see the sea of faces all point blank, some laughing some judging, most up tight the bearded speaker froze now every ounce of energy turned on me, I took another drag I was the Assembly now speaker, or whatever don't matter, they led me into the lime light I exhaled into a womans face never noticed her really because I was on the stage now Looking into the sea of cookie cut faces I took another drag of the Marlboro exhaled thinking about what to do up here, king of the mountain thinking fuck it, I pressed a white knuckle against a hitch hikers thumb knocking my Marlboro back to let the mother fucker with happy elbows have a sentiment of my attention |
02-20-2013, 09:07 PM | #18 |
Don't believe the hype
Join Date: Feb 2013
Posts: 572
Battle Record: 4-5
Rep Power: 0 |
YAH my Fatha
Truth is a Rubix cube. Hmm, how should I put it
It's confusion to whom who have no rules to use it Just put yo mind on the sovereign father Eyes on the signs, and solve it with the solver Think not, Triple sec, on a simple bet It cripples vets and gentile sects A Strong drink salted in sinful sweat And the song it sung, sings y'all fizz me yet ? Like a cocktail, it tints of sex Dissect the lyrics, be free from shallow depths Too much Truth, and not enough Religion Wheat germ-juice knotted in, pucked out ten lemons So much soothing. Shooting shit smooth since salvation's se7en Let me remind you Your pagan temple is chasing devils, wood and stone You say no ? We should go down all those idol roads ? YAH MY FATHER Shalom |
02-20-2013, 09:10 PM | #19 |
Don't believe the hype
Join Date: Feb 2013
Posts: 572
Battle Record: 4-5
Rep Power: 0 |
Pineapple Express
I got this brittle shell
It's ready to expose core baring my secret scar even now as it cracks I sip the inside yolk. To protect my hurt all I can do is nurture my nature and creature I offer no condolence I clean up the cover up looking for the way out seeing just an exit wound outside under 14.2 Psi boiling cess pools abound I think I'll drip in open bath become aware of depth with little to drown in my life is on the line this is paradise of paradox. A life saving memories spent at an absolute end as the shade strikes deep sinks familiar sun in me, never again clarity is death, feeling very confused I've wanted both. Was sure I didn't such a sterile horizon, me in a jar insightful I digress. Confess, reflex. still my chin lifts so high my mind rewinds mix tape Stop. Pause. Play. In this pineapple express |
02-20-2013, 09:10 PM | #20 |
Don't believe the hype
Join Date: Feb 2013
Posts: 572
Battle Record: 4-5
Rep Power: 0 |
December Expansion
Oblique monolith at Giza
Maginot line of the French Wall of the great Orient Aqueduct of Roman Nile All beguiled disposition of necessity Indispensable, now phylogeny nodes Branches que the builders The trunk: financier of development The roots dissipate evil nutrient The resistant hunger strike Opportunists feed a new world Little leaves blown off mother Pollination strategy: shock and awe DNA matches old colossal carve Know how of ancient working Treaty of betrayal, ready rehearsal Seeking in the name of blood line Yesterday’s construct refined Today the house is built Flat, sharp angle line Rib cage unable to sigh Stiff outside, hot inside Last edited by Coup; 11-22-2017 at 10:25 PM. |
Thread Tools | |
Display Modes | |
|
|