Hostile Habitat, DE and UC together.

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Hostile Habitat, DE and UC together.
posted 02-06-2001 01:09 PM

Cyplyrx-
Divine fountains/ flowing through mountains/ and forests/ torrent/
currents/create ripple/ raging rivers trickling/ streams/ relief/ from the
obscene/delete/ the morning dew/ cirrus clouds then gray skies lightning
flashes/slashes/ the landscape/ lakes/ lash/ out with life/ cycles begin anew/
finished/then replenished/ with a purpose/ beneath the surface/ edges/ torn/
storms/ fill dredges/ ledges/ reached/ tributaries leaked/ speak/ in uniform/
metronomes/ cyclones/ in the zone/ metrical/ mythical/ breezes blown/ unknown/
entities/ in my vicinity/ cerebrally/ create harmonic/ phonics/ organically/ mike/
devices/ spliced/ my reality/ observing iridescent/ galaxies/ resistance/ to the
hollow existence/ distance/ between stars/ light years/ sparkles spar/ with my
iris/ papyrus/ and souls/ scarred/ no holds/ barred/ by the tip/ of the
stylus/ diction/ decap/itate cats/ in critical condition/ renditions/ make
ambitions/ fiction/ like centaurs/ charred/ like the plains/ after rains/ of ashes/
acid/ powered/ showers/ tower/ing volcanoes/ harrow/ing hikes/ reach heights/
seldom seen/ pipe/ dreams/ lush green/ plant life/ type/ pyro/ maniac/ in
pitch/ fire/flies/ centralize/ around the glow/ like ancient/ tribes/ at sacred/ rituals/archaic
civil/izations take nose dives/ arrived/ at runic/ sites/ excited/ provided/
with instruments/ former residents/ excavated/ antiquated/ day to day
items stacks/ of artifacts/ situated/ trash forms treasures/ deserts/ shake/
from earth/quakes/ tectonic plates/ break/ iniate/ the change of state/ fate/
is like the rotate/ of this intergalactic mass/ weaker castes/ out of date/
natural/istic principle/ the tentacles/ of evil/ out reach/ not breach/
contracts/ I relapse/ to the release of syntax/ in an environment that
is hostile/
Hypothesis

The ends of the Earth come together like the praying hands of the
Pentecostal/ as it is in the Revelation gospel/the Armageddon
approaches/like encroachment swiftly and with out notice/the duo of
Famineand Pestilence/plague every Earthly inhabitant and
residence, they laugh as they hold the destruction of mankind in
reverence/hands griping the planet pulling it apart with great
malevolence/causing off-shore earthquakes to occur beneath the ocean on
the floor/Poseidon sending tsunamis to destroy that
which once stood strong before/the physical achievements of man are no
more/leaving Creation reversed eliminating the predisposed
curse/time traveling backwards/to a period when all words are
slurred/parts of speech left indistinct/ignorance on the brink of taking

over in an eye blink/life hits a reprieve as the land mass
secedes/retuning to Pangea, a massive island on ever expansive
seas/volcanoes erupt setting fire to all things that man helped
corrupt/as if God had pressed a button labeled "self-destruct"/the
planet itself is de-evolving, no longer revolving/simply stalling,
separating and colliding while falling/any person still alive is meet by

the Blood Moon/an ominous indication that the end will come soon...

Xcel:

Amidst the heartless darkness, 250 billion lights showin celestial arsons/
As earth is watched over by 5-eyed martians, wars have left me tarnished/
Kree and Skrull, cut down like eyes of corn, start at knee and cull/
Shi'Ar play both sides, the night sky shows my bromide as the empires are deceived and mauled/
endless rotations, God's indigestion creates gravity caused flotation/
the type no nation on your sphere can tear, yet destroyed on occassion/
vast explosions, anti-matter enriched-implosions, balls made up of iced-over oceans/
sucked in, bodies so dense and close u'd think the solar system's doing sexual motions/
I'm ebony, not a color, more like the absense of it, the milky way, my passion runs it/
those unfit to survive get put into a plasma oven, all's left is ashes, dust and/
debris, creating asteroids to flee gravitational fields, they're the
words of emcees/
In three, billion years your globe will no longer exist, your end of the galaxy registers "empty"/
I encompass all colors and landscapes, God's plan waked me from my slumber/
Almost middle aged, in another 30 billion years, I'll rip myself asunder/
reincarnate, grow and die again, 10 Neptunes is my equivilent to a heineken/
entropy sucks, doesn't it? frankly, I'm lovin it, after this process, my being is returned, Mine again!/
I Am God, or rather apart of him, I created Satan so that he could embody sin/
Created Micheal so he could meet up with Satan and body him and all of his copy-kin/
For you it hurts, you have to meet Anubis first, so screw your curse/
an infinity of masses are doin hearsts inside of me, as you call me, I'm the Universe.....

Jericho:

Breathing in a hostile-environment/ desperately trying to keep my mind out of
retirement/ the climb-descents, my mind-invents imaginary paths-of-escape/
fractured-past, the aftermath hanging daggers-like-drapes/ innocence
shaped-and-smashed/ mentals-wreck, this pencil-injects visions of
heinous-laughs from famous-epitaphs/ scribing a pen with poison-ink, the
healing-half of feeling-wrath/ a bloody-sash from the devil's-eyelash/
iron-clad from head to toe in piles-of-ash/ the demon-lurking stretching-claws caving-in like cloth'n'cross/ and 3 days means nothing more than 3 days already-lost/ yet everyday finding-hope in morning-frost/ a new seed to bloom-and-blossom, until wilting all-too-often/ as-I-soften like a rocking-chair with years of age-and-contemplation/ walk-the-individual-ghost through graveyards of rock-and-raven/ tempted-to-stop and stay-in this
hostile hunter's-haven/ with more 'arms' than Ronald Reagan/ spine-is-shaken
into pieces held-together-by-strings/ left abandoned like the
feathers-of-wings/ better-to-bring the jaws-of-death than slowly wither in
the loss-of-breath/ the whispering of bickering-tongues follows-my-cry/ as
flickering-suns fall-from-the-sky/ my castle-walls crumble,
sickening-a-faith-demoralized/ immortalized-into-stone before-my-eyes/
abhor-my-eyes for what they-see, a world of neophytes that blend-and-clone/
shed their skin and hem-the-bone/ cursing my own embryo/ no way to turn-back/
a needle in a burning haystack…

Liquid Shano's mind:

(the environment of thought)

I compile my styles in files on mile-high island,
for firin's like flyin' a kite in a hostile environment,
wild n' windy in the millions of cities that's with-me,
simply movin' too quickly for any scripting to rip-me,
Liq-be the sickest to spit the explicit like fission,
splittin' the ribbons for flippin' visions with diction,
n' dissin' christians for switchin' religion ammunition,
wishin' for riches while reachin' like bitches for recognition,
nutrition's a part of me like a god-be probably,
not to seem malicious but delicious with properties,
like monopoly I stop to see the park placed robberies,
marks on the scene screamin' flee I shot the police,
droppin' like trees of weed into keys for killa-bees,
but still it seems green to scheme against guillotines,
and dream of cream teams being together again,
whatever the weather sends we're bendin' its trends,
defend till the end our pride and we'll ride the offense,
solvin' our problems with knowledge but no common sense,
our provinces in states of emergency who never heard of me,
hurtin' the workers for turnin' where the final curtain be........