06-10-2016, 02:27 PM | #1 |
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Round One: Mr. J vs. Unbornbuddha (UNBORNBUDDHA WINS BY NOSHOW)
Season 6 Verses are due MONDAY 6/13 (ext. 6/14) at 11:59 PST Voting ends WEDNESDAY 6/16 at 11:59 PST Verses May Not Exceed 48 Lines Voting on four battles is required. If you win and don't vote the requirement you will receive a loss instead. If you lose and don't vote the requirement, you will receive a one-week suspension. Please post links to your four votes in the voting thread. Topic: angry sonia: a sick man's dreams @Mr. J - thank you for voting @UnbornBuddha - thank you for voting
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06-12-2016, 05:22 PM | #2 |
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06-12-2016, 06:51 PM | #3 |
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Agreed
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06-14-2016, 11:13 PM | #4 |
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As the Augustan period unfolds
Myriad unknowns sear through our souls. Virgil shedding tears in his prose, The divine comedy’s ethereal tone. Aegri somnia, the hearing of ghosts Billions of galaxies in woe. Laugh. For this is what my morality extols. Experiencing reality’s fear alone For I’ve attained immortality years ago. Watch the puppet show, The overthrow of Augustus throne. The rise of presumptuous popes False prophets of Rome Turning my devotees with nuggets of gold Or if they refuse, then dungeons for torture. A great empire’s self-destructive disorder. These heretics' savior died at a cross His rebirth, a supposed sign of a god But, I’ve been here since time was involved Since then I’ve had my eyes on you all. I’ve witnessed your plagues, exuberance and glamour The logician Aristotle tutoring Alexander Paving the way for the Persian conqueror. An army of equestrian commoners Consulting Delphi oracle astrologers. In my realm their heavens barely matter Subterranean patterns only barbarians chatter. It’s Ζεύs, Jupiter, Greco-Romanian master The voice that inspired the Trojan-Archean battle. It was I who called out to Homer, Awakening him from his literary coma. Odysseus to the Iliad, fragmentary auras Of my being. Every word a legendary corpus Prompting Galen to treat melancholia and mania. My kingdom on this terra was the Utopia, Arcadia. Yet, taken from me by the hand of Chaos My tears covered the land with raindrops A moment inscribed in the fables of Aesop. My dwelling is the layer where space stops Surreal power that transcends Spartan hegemony. Yet, I’m being banished into darkness and entropy Christós, the lover, has brought me an army of enemies The purging of entities with unworldly complexities. Their idol’s crucifixion serrated my image. Into pagan oblivion. My minions who still revere me, dream of their pain being lifted. But, the dream itself is what creation witnessed. Ζεύs, Jupiter, bringer of light to ailing spirits By simply glimpsing into the face of sickness. Last edited by UnbornBuddha; 06-14-2016 at 11:29 PM. |
06-15-2016, 02:59 AM | #5 |
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....well I lost my verse...
good luck Buddha
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