THE OPEN MIC CYPHER

[Darker Ego]

On another level and that is the reason that you hate my spits
stop acting so bitchy and go talk to the demons that created this

No one knows how much hate is harbored under all this unberakable armor
Scared to battle in a stage that is darker tell your boys that if they snakes ama charmer

[UnbornBuddha]

Wish I remembered your name
I thought it will forever remain
Engraved. Like the metallic taste
Of unexplained blood in the mouth.
I've become lost in my town
Looking for love in its crowds.
Spring chrysanthemums bloom
While here at the edge of doom.
Please build another extra tomb
For I'm nothing but sorrow.
Maybe there'll be a lovely tomorrow
Should I wait for the sun to rise to see?
And smell the pine and trees,
Nature's rains purify the scene
Washing away putrefying beings
Like me. Awaiting the end
Meanwhile making friends
Who are unaware of the faces they make.
Gestures that reflect crazy pain.
I guess I'm not the only one afraid
Though lowly I remain
Conflicting polarizing poles in my brain
A flame at the bottom of a lake.
I wish autumn would just stay
Frozen in space. Its moment unchanged.
Decay no matter the hour of day.
I guess a coward remains
Despite the 4 leaf clover and flowery shade.
Nevertheless the sun rays bring life.
You on the other hand, like a serrated knife
Cut viscerally into me, until I slowly die.
Oh this night will be something to remember
In the suchness of forever.

[Mr. J]

Pardon, a marksman since 85
hardened by nonsense & a crazy life
BoB flattening this little space of mine.
some get left, the others stay behind.
under the grayest sky is the greatest lie
equality is shared...its life...
I dine under the stars & milk my wish
the joy that shame & guilt depicts
swallowed & followed by pride Im built for this.
found where heroism & villainy persist...
once in awhile I leave the children eclipsed
its a wonder about what I willingly did.
I overshadow the prayers of villagers...
sinners, winners...something similar to this
similar to that..at the gym with a bag
full of protein shakes & energy snacks
an offset portrait straightened...
I continue to look on looking vacant
living like a vagrant with 8 cents
8 senses trained to control sage hens
living in Stonehenge with an Easter egg head
who could blame them?

[JESODIST]

I am Spectacular Spectre in Darkness a mutated Hannibal Lecter thats Hearless,
You an animal Molester in Madness thinkin he can Contend with The Hardest
In this quadrangular sector Your power level diminishes with every line thrown more than a Tenth is Harness,
A phantom Templar Feel my Chi Ravish
making every atom in your Molecular Sizzle Speadly Tarnish then like a ninja Quickly Vanish,
Swifty Slashes slice opponents like Strips of Radish,
When it comes to busting shots the Better Marxist,
Not like the rest and thats the reason they will Never Applaud This,
Their blooming carreer shatters incontact with a Veteran Artist,
The unmistakable Member that is Courteous,
Training the ill Tempered Moltress inside an Impenetrable Fortress,
Labled Unbearable after grotesquely mutilating Several Coaches,
You honestly remind me of a plague Unrestrainable like Roaches,
Severed in a Furnace vanishing in a mist along with Perishable Forces,
Everything Worsens like Satan Approaches till I get what i want from these Untrailable Sources,
Narrate forbidden parables that leave pastors trembling in the Center of Churches,
Undesirable opponents bleeding in hospital beds with crutches being Catered by Nurses,
Consider it food for thought when I begin to Staple Verses so good you should be Paying for Courses,
Watch me walk over these Desecrated Corpses
mangled beyond recognition dumped infront of Gates and Porches,
set ablaze with a Pair of Torches Paint a portrait then burn long with all the Chain and Purses,
A battle against me is like opening hands to welcome Endless Torture,
Like willingly joining a race with the world's most Deadliest Culture,
Navigating a road to Armageddon where they feed you to Hellish Vultures,
Make way Helpless Soldiers prepare to be Directed like Cursors,
I understand if you prefer to become Headless with Punctures,
What a shame you posers are getting beat by a no name whose brain Infected with Ulcers,
he hasn't even began Perfecting the Structures,
There was no need to Run ovef these Dustmites in a Speeding Car,
The initial mission was to Just write and Bring Witty Bars in Lyric Wars,
At some point there had to be Shift in the Time Line,
A Split Inside the Mind that has left you able Script a Divine Rhyme,
A Mystifying Mime thats highly spirited Confined in the Grime,
Part of my inspiration was key in the Redesigning of Prime,
One of my hobbies include Tantalizing your Kind with verse Frying your Mind,
We can discuss it in a civilized Manner this Time,
Withing all the drama Fraternize with some Wine,
Any ignorant response would be like Supplying to Crime,

[Mr. J]

with each thought Im reviving the mind
each word gives sight to the blind
the healer pointing with a guiding light.
the feeling got me rhyming like...rhyming like...?
diamonds light in a sunset...shining bright.
a shooting star shattering the mirror riding by.
deny the lies, unveil the beast that hides inside
the world is in a whirl buried behind the wall built
& for a moment I understood how yall feel...
with the pain of a titan you can see this God skill
the flying swordsman will leave ya squad killed.
you pop pills & dance with 90s pop skills
Im Yosemite Sam aiming at your soft heels...
you small meals cant appetite like I can
a hand identifier with a retinal eye-scan..
black paint in a white can, neutralizer of a wise man
come get introduced to the back of a wide hand
extend your lifespan & take the right path..
place the flag on the mountain & piss beside that..
the territory is mine,,,damn

[UnbornBuddha]

Quasi-human trapped in a rubix cube.
Animated loony toon. Spewing kooky truth.
A Tasmanian devil with a tin foil hat.
Personal attributes of a dim loyal lad
Too earnest for his own good.
Virtue removed with purgative and puke
Aberration to normalcy,
Orchestrating a murder spree
While orating talk therapy.
I once thought merrily
But now I sulk in heresy
Because the Gods embarrassed me.
Love thy enemies,
It's easy playing Bach's melodies.

[Mr. J]

I have a poltergeists soul inside
an exorcist who holds a knife...
a virgin that swears by hope & pride.
a cereal killer with a toy & joke inside
there's a jack in the box with a broken eye
I bring theory based on alternate universes
a black hole that consumes the hearses.
the root of evil on the oxygen bearing symbiote.
got a entry or two into your wikiquotes...
talking about iron swords & the inner city code.
the lost slang that sounds like a little piggy...
wee. wee.....weee....all the way......

[UnbornBuddha]

Vivaldi recomposition, classical volition.
Tyrannical position, slashing the competition.
Ordering jesters to rap for me.
Dance for me angrily. Laugh at reality.
Shakespearean tragedy in a eery galaxy.
Experiencing myriad anomalies
Shapeshifting with the equilibrium of gravity.
Composing insanity, rhythmic agony,
Crafting entire religions abstractedly.
Antigone was an unimaginative masterpiece
Too centered on its predecessor's success
Oedipus Rex had better content
Or shall I say complex. Take your head
And put it on a pike. It's dreamlike
Like the manifestation of the sun at night.
Signing my name in the dotted line .......
Cliffside, I already jumped and died
Microscopic signs of a psychotic mind.
Genius with a robotic eye
Berserk, talking to neurotic sprites.
Washed away by chaotic tides
Underneath an unconscious sky.
Sonic speed, swishing through landmines.
Witness the laugh lines
Thinking of your unriveting love life.
Rothchild sickening bloodlines
It's as disturbing as the knights of templar.
Divine exemplar, unlike pretenders
The kite's inventor, flying it under cloudy weather.
Possessing the power of a thousand centaurs
Yet, peaceful. Prefer the surroundings to be splendid
And uncrowded to the senses.
A hero moving mountains for a princess,
A product of arousal and incest.
Palo santo incense as stress relief.
Steeping gynostemma tea
As I pop your eyes from their sockets.
Afterwards, care to dine on some chocolate?
My doctor said sunlight is toxic
And this is coming from the guy that prescribes opiates.
Pandemonium's dopiest. Spouting the inappropriate
Proprioceptors opened up to the sanctimonious
The holiest of Odin's runes.
Incarnate from the old soul of Zeus.
Likened to a puddle with its tadpoles removed.
Energetic flow from the Northpole to the moon
A monsoon that strolls in at noon.
A dragoon controlling platoons
Life has given me the role of a tycoon.
The butterfly emerging from its cocoon
Poetic rose blooms. Molded from molten gold.
Okinawa's glaciers are my oldest home.
A slave in Guangzhou till' sold.
Cultural phenomenon, professor Oak on the Go.
Oh I know!
Russian roulette, smiling until the revolver spoke.

[Mr. J]

and just then...the new are born...
the toddler spoke.
fill the user form, the lost exposed.
dwelling inside this toxic bowl.
I rest beneath the stars...behold.
a royal flush decorates my hand.
my word incinerates the damned.
theres no way to liquidate...
damn...
got a beaver building buildings
the heart weighs heavy filled with feelings.
my sleeves are torn, no landing space.
writers make me put hand to face...
palm the outcome, I stand irate...
the colossus over roads that you take
you an undercurrent to a man made lake...
send them back to the handmaiden days...
or future...look at these losers..
burdened abusers blinded against bermuda...
their outcome is way different
find the curtain where the stage isnt
and when it comes down, they exit...
the ovations build up the rage within.
I beg to differ...
this is a game of twister...
and you grown men in an old pen.
waiting for the next color to roll in
look at the lack of drive in the opponent...
the unnecessary build up that wont end,,
whooooaaaaa...friend...
its funny how the joke wont end

[UnbornBuddha]

And then it ends.
But what begins is the ad hominem.
Chagrin jokester, ominous poster.
Hominid coaxing deities for coitus.
J, having an identity is pointless.
Countless entities anointed
But all of them trite in their doings.
There's something guiding your movements
Brahma's breath. माया Maya's hex.
Distinctive Americana dress
Panorama specs. Ascending Mayan steps
Pyramidal polygon. Infallible paragon.
The paradigm of an intangible pantheon.
Athena's parthenon. Sine qua non ambiance.
The moment faith challenged the monk
Adios son. The beatific audio gone
All that's left is desecrated objects.
Forgotten dialect. Subjugated goddess.
Abandoned boxes and broken watches
Hands of time spinning with broken logic.
Gravitational forces pulling us to a path
Brooklyn rap. My footing in a map.
Harmonic sound. Supersonic bound
Moving and reaching the smartest crowds.
Tell me,
What is John Conrad's heart of darkness about?
Ivory trade, congo jungle travels to acquire slaves.
A speedester traversing the world in an idle pace.
Staring for hours into a spider's face
Cobwebs tangled around its many eyes
Yet, all the fabric of the silk thread align.
Maybe I'm just crosseyed. My mind works counterclockwise.
Introverted. Falling in love with my inner person.
One thing for sure is I'm a simpleton for certain.
An androgynous version of an ancient archetype.
Stating diatribes to get under your skin
Plato codified to make you suffer within.
Seraphic creature but a lover of sin,
Choosing Venusaur against Beelzebub
Solarbeam after his 'evil clutch'.
Smirking after leaving my tongue on your doorstep
Walk away, and relax into rigor mortis.
Metamorphosing my corpse's cerebral cortex
Necromancer living in the graveyard.
Staring into the dead's concave hearts.
Scarabs emerge to consume flesh and bone.
Etching entropy on heavenly scrolls.
Setting the tone,
Narration where even nano seconds froze.

[Mr. J]

Im deep down inside Jekylls soul.
writing the future out till the pencil broke.
objective hope, built in a expensive home.
Ill teach them if the lessons dont.
lyrical acrobat, an antidepressant clone.
the river bed is built on the coyote/crescent flow.
why challenge when they so damn inferior
security is fucked up in their homeland interior
put that on my rhino tusk & condor skin
enough to put a bruise on a unarmored shin
wide enough to let the paramour in...
you & a pair of 4 friends can get in cheap
admission is enough for the beheaded freaks
witness to the survivor of the 7th week.
a second late but they let the peasant speak
I laugh at what comes out the pheasants beak.
you generate popularity through sleight of hand
Id see through that even if my sight was bad
underdogs round here dont have a fighting chance
tell the announcer to grab the mic & laugh
pull out the cane & pull them right on back.
this is SNL with a bunch of improv
a lot of nonsense mixed into hidden thoughts
a gag reel to help you witness charm..
burden & such, a hot flame burning it up.
absurd as it was I still enjoy working these chumps

[JESODIST]

The smell of death dispersed through the Sepal of Roses,
Placing everyone who comes in contact under an Eternal Hypnosis,
You are no match forvthe master of Infernal Bosses,
Whose punches shatter many Tender Noses,
Stabbing bladder with Inverted Crosses,
Duplicating styles like a Potential Forger,
Obey rules of the Angelical Hoarder,
Slaughtering your crew in Alphabetical Order,
Then Smash them on the Darkest of tomb Severed in Quarters,
Demented Honestly those Behaving Lawless are Beheaded Flawlessly,
The cursed oracle astounds from a Shedded Galaxy,
In an alternate universe responsible for the Death of all Emcee,
That being that takes over the undef world aftef the Murdering of Satan,
heading over to the skies and begin to Conquer the Alien,
The unbound Infernal sire Born in the Abyss
eternal fire where opponents are Burning to Bits,
There is no place where I Don't Exist,
The struggle is real malevolent spirits telling me that I Must Persist,
Driven to Decode Deceiving Prophecies,
No matter how fast your flight, you won't escape the Demon who Punishes,
But its aight If you don't want to fight then I Won't Insist,
On thoroughly explaining to the world why incompetent existence is the meaning of what Rubbish Is,
Get Pound to Strips on the Scene by a Brolly Fist,
Creating hole in bodies so big asians can See Through the Orifice,
The Proven Prophets that flow like Open Faucets,
Unleashes Tides of Rockets to Divide Sockets,
I am a sorcerer riding pegasus the Royal Stallion
monitoring the battlefield from a Glowing Medallion,
Spreading Tentacles that harness energy from a Soul so Valiant,
dont even force me to call upon the Orc Batallion,
These bars were spun by a horrible monster in a spiraling vortex of Wrath and Calamity,
An untouchable mobster and Master of Blasphemy
whose darkest fantasy is detatching cortex and Hackin your Artery
The Splitter of Lungs will have you Pitiful Trolls Killed in Two Rounds,
Nicknamed the Ripper of Souls each scripted Verse is like a Dismissal of Swords
that aid in the formation of a River of Blood,
Bars of hatred without a vision of love encarcerating the Sinner and Thug,
Stand over you to be Lifted Above then Squashed like you were Simply a Bug,
Bound your soul properlly with a red hot verse that if read aloud can Sizzle your Mouth,
Restrained by powerful magic so its too Simple to shout,
My aura is gigantic heating the Scene like Drought,
I'm a guy thats fantastic winning about without a Feeling of Doubt,
The plan is to empregnate mother nature and Give her a Son
then water him thoroughly from the cloud like a plant that is Beginning to Sprout,
Aiming straight the Worse has Risen to Unfold Armageddon,
Always away on business trips never took time to Love the Children,
Now you shall be slain viciously and quick by a Crown Reptillian
won't raise the stakes you are not Worth a Billion
Leave this show chameleon obnoxious villian drowning in the Coast of Meridian
There is no stopping when i begin to Spit Godly
approaching situations a Bit Oddly,
Absorbing attacks then Switch Bodies
to continue throwing punches till you are Ripped Badly,
I am that mysterious force mentally entrapping and Enslaving a Crew,
Its been years and you still won't Take me with You,
You is better Wierd but its True, Away in the Blue,
The man killer with Blades and Harpoons coming from a place where Danger Looms,
Will punish your Lame Baffoons till they Remain Glued in a State of Gloom,
You are just a caterpillar in this case Caged in Cocoons,
You are too slow to even catch a glimpse when I am Blazing Through,
Simultaneously decapitating every member in the Raging Troop,
Against me you will loose it all like the Lamest Crook,
You don't have to be Pretentious Look,
Lets start a never ending story make a Temendous Book,
get stewed for bringi n g beef to a Famous Cook
scripting verses till your Brain is Shook,
I am the master of peace in a temple making Buddha a Potion,
Got a tremendous regiment of souls weeping to fill up Lucifer's Ocean,
Engane me in a battle? That must be the Stupidest Notion,
You better be ready to react under pressure and True Commotion,
Where thousands are incinerated and dismembered by a Nuclear Explosion,

[PancakeBrah]

You’re not there.

They assume an adventure. That, they can smell aged Sauvignon
behind the sutures for dentures. In some dry socket, perhaps,
further fermented as the decades have gone. That, he could set
to a song voyages, of :maidens: saronged, hair as braided as long,
put to bed in a time since lost. 1950’s collage, greasers and car hops,
Brando, and drive-ins. That, their lifespan breathes in his blind spots,
at the curled edges of a memory’s fading mirage.

But

It’s a cover of a cover song. Mnemonic bore,
nostalgic for the chance to create nostalgia, the not explored.
The besotted :whore:. Boring as a snowflake.
Dull as the butterflies in your gut. Your stomach’s primed to erupt.
Carpal tunneled no face. Mastering pantomimed thought.
I would’ve said. Haunted by shades, phantoms.
We could have been. A slanted rhyme, lost.
A bystanding time traveler, at the periphery.
Nothing ventured nothing gained.
The birds don’t need much to stay.
I’ve done okay.

Now now,
shuffle off.

[UnbornBuddha]

Give praise to all the lovely poets
Before inducing their apoptosis.
Truth is an illusory motion,
A lunatic's deluded moment.
Chaos as a luminous mural
Showing the vain futility of humanist order.
Musically carrying Mozart's disorder
Overtly borderline, wholehearted performance.
Orchestral blend of the harp and accordion
Alluring sound that tarnishes mortals.
Carpal tunnel nerve and carnage burning
But still writing of sparkling coral
And apple orchids in autumn.
Finding euphoria in albums
I thought I'll never listen to.
Music where the spirit moves
Trying to mirror the ebb and flows.
The foot taps as the tempo goes
Climaxing... angelic moans
With every crescendo note.
A symphony in poetic prose
Monochrome turns red and gold
A sheik finds his way back home.
And although,
His earthly pain was gross
Demarcating his bones
Scathing his soles, his journey continued
Despite the contorted sinews.

[PancakeBrah]

That was really good

[Mr. J]

tell the waiter bring forth the menu
Ill put sports up in your venue
bats to kneecaps, the club in your head
the eagle & birdie love the respek.
did you see that in a complete set...
its worth money in the future.
plant greens with veggies in the juicer.
home team popped confetti for the losers
they couldnt be any cuter, ready your computers.
track down the rarest specimen
dont look into the direction you headed in.
peace pipe burning with the medicine
announcer seeking attention ladies & gentlemen
look at these 2 wheels I peddle in
jettisoned...
quoted for his recklessness & unguided nonsense
an offense that they cannot press.
metaphorical michael myers meddling in mauve tint..
stretched out, looking for a scene thats honest.
a pop quiz like ya pops did to progress...
or something similar to that layer laid out.
..yea

[UnbornBuddha]

Let the cellos cry,
And let the realm divide.
Forget designs.
Stop telling yourself lies
Hiding away your demented side.
The bird nest falling from a tree
Regardless of what you see
Nothing tarnishes in a dream.
I've fallen to an extreme
Eternal darkness as the scene.
Existential Parkinson disease.
The tragedy of Hamlet repeats.
The universal language of grief
Discernible in any manner you speak.
We've all experienced unanimous defeat
Caging of our animalistic being.
A pauper's audience with his king
On hind legs crawling to his knees.
A ventriloquist talking without sleep
And his puppets utterly conscious of it.
They know every abstract concept exists
Christ as we know him was Constantine's wish.
Time is an hourly myth;
An abyss where only minutes get devoured by it.
A Phantom limb begins pounding its fist.
Romantic, until your lover is gouging your lips.
4 leaf clover artist, lost in a flowery bliss.
Constructing a collage with thousands of strips
Of paper and pics, mountains and cliffs.
Pixelated solar eclipse. Landscaping the earth's tilt,
So as to map together how the universe feels.
Pour myself my favorite drink,
Discovering what makes me tick
To hell with what behaviorists think.
I'm an inebriated prick,
Even when not intoxicated with eight or nine drinks.
I'm a larva who never became a butterfly,
An unfulfilled metaphor of life.
Otherwise, I embody Miguel Cervantes' other mind.
Personifying Don Quixote's chivalry.
Metatheatre mimicry.
I thither in literary imagery that's literally heresy.
Canoeing up stream, overtaken by waterfalls and creeks.
An artisan proofreading Faust's misdeeds.
Bloodletting the lesions between my eyes
My sclera's crystalize
Wiping the tears that demons cry.
Rousseau's pleaded for morality,
His inner god was seeking immortality
But with civilized formality.
Listen you peasant,
Aristotle's depiction of heaven
Was simplistic in essence.
It doesn't seem so,
Because it was riddled with questions.
The canary didn't deliver my message
It died half way, whimpering breathless
The light in its eyes a flickering remnant.
Something greater than me bested,
Bodily symbol of my ignorant vestige.

[Mr. J]

the horror has stepped in.
reprimanded with questions
it sets in...
the murderous henchmen
the shortchanged investments
Im ticked....Big Ben.
Im at my wits end..period.
end sentence.
misjudgments & memorabilia
with nuggets in the paraphernalia
laughing at your raps listening to Iggy Azalea
when you write nonsense they begin to hate on ya
after 4 months start enforcing the rules.
swimming in flows with dorsal fins to move.
some Fishscale & a purple tape for you
practice your Kung Fu I hustle that Stephen Chow
full moon proves its another lovely evening out.
when the odds against you its better to even out.
say a prayer & put those pieces down.
the shit you dream about but keep leaving out.
Im napkin tucked pulling all nighters
my top let back, beat down low if the walls wired.
behind car exhausted, up front...yall tired.
I brainstorm under grey clouds like Eeyore
Im the bomb bitch....C 4...
Krispy Kreme store steady moving them Os
Krispy Kreme flow.....Im causing them woes...
obsession with syntax, irritated Syzlak.
I pee freely with my aim intact.
a Socialist windbag speaking pig latin into a gym bag
where my nitwits at? watch em go tit for tat.
that makes sense....liquid gas

[Mr. J]

lol....diarrhea

[UnbornBuddha]

Never serious I see.
Deliriously free.
Hilariously diseased.
Experience relief
Hearing this beat.
Ethereally weave
Lyrics with ease
Effortlessly piercing your being.
Be careful what you read
The internet's doublespeak.
Troubled freak, who loves to critique.
Cut the mystique,
I see your ordinary ungodly physique.
Polyester in a cotton only boutique.
Forgotten old antiques.
Akin cosmically to a star
Shining obviously too far.
Look snobbishly at your art
Finding it sardonically too farce.
Maybe your impossibly too smart
And I can't grasp the loquacity.
Paradoxical anomaly.
Using Romeo's dagger for monstrosities
Impersonating Juliet's father with pomposity.
Dissecting a specimen with utter curiosity.
Socrates suffering at the hands of bureaucracy.
Grandiose philosophy,
Attacking hypocrisy by the gents of plutocracy.
Commandeering the ship to a mental odyssey
An extension of eventual prophecy.
Lemuria and Atlantis' governmental sovereignty.
Magnus opus locus classicus from an obsessive prodigy
Pestling flawlessly work with a transcendental quality.