THE OPEN MIC CYPHER

[Wise Wiggles]

Balance without beams. Posted on 4/20
War money, savage about cream
I'm the saddest with out dreams, they, don't occur
visit me, we'really getting stoned, for sure
Beach comb for pearls
every scarred face thinks he owns the world
precious moment. Precious every word spoken
I'm off in space, remembering. Forgetting that my phone dims
they happened. The way back when's
age cashed in. Fate always wins
all the fall-breaking. I was the nephew
sparky. It's all menus & heart beats
Happiness a rose but the petals are sharpened
I'm here now. Sure. But I'm levels beyond this
you devils is starving.
Acid. Molly. Shrooms. Meadows & gardens
let's see what beauty we can schedule the farthest
wanna let go of costumes. Echo of lost moons
it's special. The stars zoom
You're speeding light centuries
time bends for me. No one dies, mentally
not in my head. They're alive
see faces in thoughts. I am awakened
non stop. Room-temperature hef
you know it's been a while since the moon set to the west?

[Pharaohs Army]

@UnbornBuddha
Remember when I thought I was better than the best?
I never really thought that. Just wanted to put them all forever to a test.
I'm too self-absorbed to explore the Theravada texts,
let aLone share them with the West..
..I'm a vacuous entity practicing lethargy.
How can I practice nothing?
I've made a scientific deduction that I must be full of tremendous potential energy.
I wish my secular Accomplishments were half 'v my next writing masterpiece.
You're over me. I think I was just there for your astonishment. Another example of the toxins Within.
Man-kind. I assure you I am exceptional. I don't even "seek". Unlike others
who seek but can't find.
I just cry for attention
telling others to cast their eyes.
"Oh lookit him. His manipulation of language that he practices at whim.
All the while,never glancing within,unless he @mpersands his friend..
..I've purchased a container for your existential hopes and fears.
I hope it's clear. I think it Is; it's tupper ware.
And I've noticed a lot of Stuff in There.
My cupboards bare. That's why you notice shallowness in a lot'v stuff I share.
That's why I diligently stick to my niche as a technical analyst.
That's why I counter your metaphysical with a pessimist avalanche.
Not to puff you up too much but I noticed from day1 you were a special candidate.
You could have ignored me.
Your legacy mightbe the candle you lit...
What is joy if we 'ave nothing to con-trast it with?
What is the Master if 'e didn't have basket-case like Pharaoh and Jesodist?
.You don't have to respond, but if you Want 2please don't be hesi tant.
my Whole entire life is a lesson lived.
If my uncle quit heroin, it would be the best of gifts, and then the moon?
might set in the west.

[Wise Wiggles]

This ain't checkers, or chess
bigger than you like wreckage of webs
never really favored the texture of death
been seeing moon peeping sun birth, westward is left
idk but saw the title spirit toxin
Knock knock, you're life's greatest fear just logged in
party time. Take this beer & hop in
I spit this steam out til the mirrors are foggy
Tons of crazy miracles,
dating back nine hundred & eighty years ago
just love when baby deep throats
lovey dovey couple d a ys then peace broke
this that stitching in the gutter slang, each stroke
fucking zombie cat of pale chalk
throw your ugly body at a mailbox
Grubbing, laundry, dabs & face fucks
sunrise retina slouching in a country slab of wake ups
Blotter acid, what the fest
Toxic fabric, tongue, digest
Coffin blues
Almost noon, this sun dies yet
this the sun's day, rest
like slackers do 24/7 life-milk
perfecting the art of doing nothing, expert time kill
So many head aches & worries pressure Wise still
Here's some comfy advice: never let your Dice spill
don't gamble in ghost shadows
relax and write the waves that mows castles
dope planet. Hold back tears & hold candles
good bye, all your things.
Guess they call this a little life altering
Mind's adios'd. Usually zoned out & a corpse
1,000 miles away, producing stog' clouds on the porch

[Pharaohs Army]

Overkill. When I wrote down
a little more. Broke down,
a little torn. Sharp rose,
a little thorn. That prickles, as my heart grows
a little cold.
Composing Simple Songs
to fit the mold. And hitting bongs
like tomorrow's not special.
I boil over. Lemme borrow your Copper Kettle to melt some toy soldiers.
I will not just settle.
Obnoxious message that I text myself,
to stop inventing things to vex myself.
Improve my production \ Best myself.
Observe,and ignore feelings,including the next I felt.
Perhaps this will preclude me,from messing Up! I've been a dunce.
.I never notice the sun
though the earth is light and warm.
.Teasing those who use their mic as a shield. n goading those who use their mic as a sword.
Frightened of being bored.
Typing and being ignored..
but only if writing Quite poor!
..Too often referencing the 2004 Psych Floor..
Using euph emisms ta dismiss your truth&wisdom.
So sick,I might be the cause,of your newest symptom.
Plane crashes
and sunken boats the newest victims
I'm sorry for your loss
I don't like that phrase but I use it en lieu of becoming sickened..
Taking into account the reward when I analyze, the risk in..
Watching n writing about you writing under the tree,where you and she,had a picnic.
Why did I say "there's no such thing as the past"?
I'm sorry. I'm flippant. I'm different.

[Mr. J]

Come get your thoughts forced
huge dick to leave your thighs sore
I'm piss poor shooting out poor piss
one more to feel whole I'm on 4 5ths
shittin' on your shit..
laughing like you know how good I could be
rubbers with traction, my good years your good week
I'm everything that you wish you would need
a good high, a pair of pliers & a keyboard
when they down I'm up it's like a see saw
you prolly on a ranch in a barn tryna get a pig off
me I'm chillin' with chicks like Ariana Grande, I'm big Sean
no..not Big Sean I meant Puffy the dude who put BIG on
suckers

[Mr. J]

Peep me on this metaphorical landscape .fuckers
Reporting live to get 8, dressed like Tom Tucker
your writing must be Aussie how its gone under
The way you pawn suckers for more jaw rubbers
dental dams and lawn covers, I'm all brawn brother
Elbow drop Randy Savage..Legs drop Hulk Hogan
I hate cheesy writers...word

[Urban Dialect]

i'm sniffing the flowers /the sour disel smells like arm pits working out for hours with no deorderant on them/ so many plants where in the house, u could smell it for miles, that's the only reason that they caught him/

[UnbornBuddha]

Are you one of those pseudo-religious weirdo's?
Hiding their libido because you see it evil
God's true preacher speaks of God alone, not insignificant theories
Ipse dixit ignorance proposed by sacrilegious heroes;
Akira like entities seeking to be the syndicate's regal
Changing those you loved, I won't name the specific people
But, let it be known they were convinced to be belligerent heathens
The sweet girl who baked you pies does so now for sycophant reasons
The pain of betrayal is like being stabbed with infinite needles
So, I detach and play the fool,
To escape the civilian killer, the mass villain, Jack the Ripper
There's nothing I can do, but laugh at mirrors
Downplay what I see as nothing but a trap of ego.
Feebleness is not weakness, that's a militant figure
Created by pontificate sinners who take the life of innocent creatures
Their love for gorilla warfare inspires the most intricate killings.
This century has inspired more sophisticated Hitler's,
With an innovated meaning for their existence.
The future's uncertainty is the reason for Morpheus resistance
I'm just a vehicle for glorious subsistence,
Spawned out of meritorious persistence.
It seems to me as we grow up, we grow numb
And I 'm not just referring to coke sluts dancing in a cold club
Stripping away not just not their clothes, but their soul's love.
As an idealistic boy, full of bliss and joy, life's given point
I told myself I wouldn't fall victim to this world's indifference
What most of us take as our identity is but a birth certificate
Amalgamation of papers with absurd significance
Emcee, warn the Jesuit missionaries here come the military
And I don't know what they're coming for, the system scary
For no one knows what it carries,
It might be a conduit for biological warfare.
Viruses that will live forever with you, like a conjugal nightmare.
I used to chill in Hawaii until they started dropping tropical bombs there
Combat has lost its humanity, it's become all software
Reduced to aiming a cursor, and then suddenly boom, they curse you.
I know too much, I've surfed through the internet's darkest places
And I found nothing but parts and traces of a heartless matrix.
We're in multiple stages right now, phase 2 and 3 of the unsacred.
Qi stasis... Thankfully, the Buddha' s wisdom is in his earlobes
Always present, never to suffer the sickness caused by dinero. $

[Mr. J]

I thought I told em' to watch it, told 'em to be careful..
it was a wrap like a pharaoh til' the curses circulate your marrow
double down on bullets come and get your share hold
better work on your jumpin & duckin' & keep dodgin' these barrels
theres something thats living inside of that scarecrow
watching them sleep & eat waiting to devour whats left of their soul..
creaks in the basement, knocks on the door, no ones there though..
a howl at the moon and a whistle next to your earlobe
sounding like a whisper by the time you realize the end is here..close
even if William tell he's gonna be catching one of these arrows..
Sagittarian thoughts, armed to the draw, dealing like a tarot
your future is eminent between these sentences
come & meet the Omega before your Genesis

[makajibbz]

am aligning the chrome/ for those eyeing the throne. . .so if u claiming hard
beware i put kings under the deck. . .whenever i shuffle playing cards/
and for those haughty cretins/who are actually tourney prepping
they should get their tummy ready/cos one punch. . .land em in birnin kebbi/
i scan your throne/oh! error.. its nat your own/i detach your dome
and if u want revenge . .it shouldnt be . . .like pinging with android phones/
but me dont have that fear/with my cars affairs
cos i have 5 of em. . .plus i have my fare/
ur boo leaving/cos ya due billings/aint up to two shillings
she prefer cruising me. . .cos i stack the paper. . .and u book keeping!/
green on the street. . .every vehicle halt,,
im either a robber in the avenue. . .or im incredible hulk,/
so when am cruising past/i get the cookies bag/that ur boo will grab
then we engage in some loopy act/im static looking at her large bréàsts. . .call it bobby trap!/

[Geno]

put the dictionary down bruh. you obviously cant pronounce cretin propperly and dont know what your talking about

[Mr. J]

Plus it looks like his pussy is popping out..
is that a camel toe? what you talking bout?
walk it out..walk it out..walk it out..
I bet your catching menstrual cramps by now
watch me ride out, crotch shot as she climbs out
we run around with our hands up giving high 5's now
I got my side out like my entree needed a time out
I like to sip on Brandy ever since she said "I'm Down"
took a picture of her after I shaved off her eyebrows
I lol'd and figured I'd rhyme about something different
but I didn't know how to switch it, I'm steadily counting digits
practicing kung fu on a midget, finishing rice in a minute
getting twisted while staring at the stars and their limit
I did it, I did it, shout out to legitimate intimate sentences
I'm with it, I get it, but it ain't making me laugh when they did it
word I'm with it, I get it, but it ain't making me laugh when they did it

[Split Eight]

as humans, we've learned to outsource & trade
and fostered codependence til it powered our brains.
I need these gears to turn. need these years to think
and feel the weirdest urge for you to feel the same
& given human nature you'll nod along regardless
like every page you turn belonged to starving artists,
but in the guard of margins we're always writing notes
that we keep to ourselves like it's the only privacy left.
but have you ever read the same novel twice?
what phrases you wrote in a state of unknown
could have made all it right?
instead, my mind collects the most useless scraps
that have no bearing on anyone, in any sense.
on my deathbed, I'll probably sarch for meaning, reflect-
on when we searched for Ted's dog in the Eastside of Cleveland
til the treeline was gone, remodeled by streetlights repeating-
I could read the streetsigns right off with a dreamlike cohesion.
and i'm sure there's significance. i'm sure of it. sure.
when I've burned off the words there'll only be memory left.

[UnbornBuddha]

@Pharaohs Army
Glutton, here's a slice of the pumpkin
I'm not judging,
I myself was covered in pride to my stomach, nauseous
Putting a finger in my mouth trying to vomit substance
No resolution made me yelp "why was it I that was punished?"
Then one night I was cunning, by suggesting to the divine a promise
An exchange, the light in my eyes for the peace of mind that I wanted.
The shadows left me, but I became as blind as a bat is
Even though their blindness is a myth,
Yet, unlike the fib that questions if leviathan exists
This is more of a metaphor for the things inside of my mist;
The cloud of consciousness resides in abyss.
We define ourselves through the grime that we're in
I prize not my body, Jungian-like, my shrine for my wit
Mostly because I find the earthly plane a surface pain
Containing only amoebas and viruses of the dormant strain
And let's not forget the protozoa that absorb your brain
Until, we grow so feeble, we can't control our waste
It makes sense because terrestrially we're in the zone of Cain
A cannibalistic paradise, where's Abel's bones, is craved.
That's why I take the holiest blade,
And march into the biggest black hole of space
Where souls collect, FYI my soul is a floral shade.
Brother, I thrived on assumptions
Till' I realized they were contrived without function.
Life is a dungeon with no vine as your plunging
This day has been pungent, it made me cry like an onion
I've sunken low before, but not without a sign of abundance
But this time, I was left to die in the rummage
Destruction is rubbish, I just want to wallow in the sunset
Its fading rays hitting me,
Until what was deemed a hopeless tomorrow is unbecoming
Consider every poet that lived throughout the ages,
And you'll see the poet's love for sorrow is stunning
One has to wonder why our sonnets are even published
We as a people must not be sound creators.
We drown in phrases that expound salvation
But have not found its basic elemental traces
The periodic table of life sometimes professes chemical fables.
Philosopher stone, mother resurrected into a phosphorus clone
Anthropomorphic chimeric form that walks with a monstrous moan
Calling your name in a constant groan
Telling you koans, whose answers are within the Homunculi scroll
Ever since then, we became the best of strangers
Our consciousness clouded in a dance of hellish angels
Perhaps, because we thought we could go after what changes
Yet, we couldn't even capture sensation of one atom creation
The closest we came was a quickly passing indication of a passive animation
I miss the ancient Pangea, where we had one pantheon
Mimicking the one continent, too bad that planet gone.

[Wise Wiggles]

Mind's only on the future. That infinity step
This limiting web. See my crypt in each breath
thine grave in every mirror glance
infatuation in how these years dance
have the best time of your life. In that beer can
that never ending wine glass
The most precious flowers? petals tend to die fast
even though it's detrimental, I laugh
time passes. Everything does
its kind of like very grim stuff
heavy wind lung, keeps sails cruising
all this veil spooling, scales grew numb
Rainbows and nude bums
Just drank mold & threw Up
angels are used fucks
so Fuck it. Do it big. Go to town
heaven a place where babies go to float around

[Mr. J]

I can tell that you are holding out..
the way your tongue is rolling out, bowling down..
taste buds, taste suds, & then I wake up
draw a smiley face on my forehead, my minds made up
wait up..I swear I left a corpse here
I been digging up so many holes I could start a morgue here
twisted in your words, there must be a mic cord near..
something to strangle & dangle the body
because at this angle it's fatal to stop me
all bets on the table, this is labeled a hobby
the situation is a burden & the wording is gone
the outcome is perfect, & it's curtains for y'all
why is there always a person perching near God
tryna ride a giants shoulder
tryna play the quiet soldier
but nah...nah son that ain't even working..
I'll fuck with your heart & leave your cleavage hurting
prepare for the money shot
straight out the money pot..
they say I'm good, good, good gummy drops
this isn't what anybody wants
but they got it
close down shop cause I cornered the market
grab the blunt and then spark it

you holdin' this shit...but I just sharted

[Wise Wiggles]

words keep the stars lit
radiating through nature's carpet
I'll teabag your favorite artist
in rehab with yay & molly, blazing chronic
turning your mom's into Waysaholics
Today's obselete, tomorrow's nothing
sorrow lovely, at the bar, had one drink
think it was filled with urination
wanna kill this pure frustration
drill a weird slut's face in with a Phillips screw driver

[Mr. J]

I used to get high off the fumes of new tires..
Eating popcorn, while Creed took you higher..
I was fueled by Sodas the size of KFC buckets
cause when I was at that age I was like fuck it..
I look better and know more than these wack puppets
I could roll pebbles of stone into gold nuggets.
You'd need a Libra scale to do the whole thing justice..
@Wise I ain't seen the moon in a minute..
but this acid reflux makes me look down as I spit it
I think its all just a gimmick to look back in glimpses
Bending into two dimesions, right trigger menace
Tuned in Simpsons, Super NES my 16 bit beckons
my temple seeks malnutrition in the form of sweets
Sitting in a class for the anonymous I'm a former beast..I
I keep the game under lock & key where my quarters be..
keep a noose handy and leave it in my supporters reach
I was on the loose thinking I could give you more of me..
its improbable, Id rather be in mental hospital experiencing lobotomy
if the world showed me hope, I would paint it mahogany
practice monogamy anf recite philosophy perched in Starbucks
Poker face, going gaga with two pair..your cards up..
your skirt too, we should prolly take it to commercial

[Wise Wiggles]

my shit converge dull. But peep this purse skull. What's personal?
You ever been cursed bro? Its that worst dope. Its so real
All a dream? Better go feel
Id rather just avoid the whole spiel but go & judge for yourself
Remember, the fall hurts the more upper the shelf
Life can change ever so subtle and stealth
Seems only a couple are left trying like fuck to accept
Trying to get in real close & huddle to death
We're all bound to collect, I'd say atleast a couple of webs
They say every person makes a cute couple with death
Just goes together. Its just so forever. It lasts
Lol. you trying to make a quick splash ? You fucking kiss ass
Everybody's got their shovels ready to dig fast
Cig ash sprinkle. Fuck your big bad single
I could shit in your mouth and make it a sick ass jingle
Fuck it, live in the clouds like chem trails
Outsider trying to get in the town. I don't fret labels
Its all hidden, yet found. We stretch fables
Okay sayt', lets tango
Oh wait. Lol. No thanks. Desert snowflakes
Balance is your passing with separate stones placed
So pumped for What The Fest, about to step in strobe rays
Dubstep & sticks! I've been a pest this whole day
You always wanna get yakked. This That better cocaine

[Mr. J]

I'm the king of the hill so I sell propane
hang out & drink beer with some no names
post great..my stature needs its own name
here..get my coat hanged and my hat shot
I'M MEANER THAN WHEN YOU WRITE IN CAPSLOCK