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Old 11-09-2014, 04:05 AM   #1
Certain
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Join Date: Jul 2013
Posts: 12,072
Battle Record: 40-19


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- AOWL Season 3
- Art of Writing League (2x)

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Default Season 1 champion: dead man



dead man won the inaugural season of the Art of Writing League, which was split between the short-lived ArtofBattling.com and Netcees.co. He did so despite a lackluster, no-show-filled regular season in which he went 3-4 but only had one win after the second week of the season. That regular-season performance gave him a No. 6 seed in the Titanium half of the playoff bracket, but he prevailed over TopicalDood5, better known as Soulstice. Still, for the entire and playoffs, he went 6-1 when he posted a verse, beating Soulstice, Witty, patrown, Frank, Nigma and VERITAS while only losing to Pent uP.



Season championship
Topic: None
Posted on July 9, 2013
Result: Beat Soulstice 7-2


I never knew you.
but i love you like a faithful apostle
like a recreated clone from data saved in a fossil
gave me a model, gave me a father, gave me a life
from a nether realm, a radiant light. angels at night
kissed apocalypse to make it alright, knowing the truth
was bitter like the moldiest fruit. hold your pursuits
stop the press. it's a mess, Ma was broken in two
Grandma was drunk, sobbing, telling me to hold her vermouth
only a youth, as a kid i didn't grasp what it meant
for my dad to hold his face inside his hands as he wept
lennon-esque spectacles fogged to mask his regret
ran away at 17 years old. then ran into debt
asthmatic camel smoker til he ran out of breath
i only knew the man who tucked me back into bed
never a man in distress. cold, distant, sad & depressed
i still remember the receptionist that sat at her desk
eyes lowered, apathetic to your cancerous death
a damp Floridian morning when we laid Grandpa to rest
i never knew you as a man, more of a presence, a sign
that my dad was not the oldest person ever alive
time passed, and the more i heard my relatives pine
for younger days when Leonard was fine,
the more similarities i found between your habits and mine
interests and compulsions where the patterns align
a doctor in his field of psychiatric design
until an alcohol catalyst spiked a rapid decline
made mortality shine - life is short and family is dear
sunday funeral, the casket veneer, acting sincere
the memories and stories cause a past to appear
but they could never hold a candle up to having you here.


unpacked this afternoon, nearing 2:45
stumbled upon a clip you must've used for your ties
your signature inscribed, cursive, set in a line
like a piece of time & space you left to prove you're alive
i held it and cried, sobbing, though i couldn't say why
it told me write a note to you, wherever you lie
like this little piece of metal has your spirit inside
going blind until i'm looking at the world through your eyes
you told me write a note to you, and leave it unsigned
because we never had a chance to say



Playoff semifinals
Topic:

Result: Won via Frank disqualification (no verse dropped)




Playoff quarterfinals
Topic: "Evil is better than nothing."
Posted on June 17, 2013
Result: Beat Witty 7-4


i built this.
guards and turret guns patrolling the fort
oceanside, camp reclusive like a coastal resort
overlord, supreme illusive One - microphoning reports
over speakerbox, controlling this war. Holy rapport
to soldiers, a corps who needed guidance. lonely and poor
after civility faded, government erosion was sure
until it's sandy wash had floated ashore. total reform,
as brutality turns beautiful. each rose has a thorn.
i was born to be a leader. i'm a captain, a king
armored falcon, windstorm generator flapping his wings
democratically bring totalitarianism
create a village of widows so i can marry the victims
terrorist minions. third-eye blinded to empirical systems
colonizing open spaces to prepare for repentance
one God, one mind, no comparison, listen
to how our armed invasion drills are scaring the children
euthanized. they gave away their parent's position,
such a shameful tradition.. but necessary for business
our parish is Christian, decorated, dead, defaming religion
conquered every mormon's mortgage facing eviction
make a decision. or you die today for patriotism
they won't remember your name. or the date you enlisted
so make a decision. make it fast, and make it official
ink it on your neck. frame it, plate it with nickel
turn heavy rain into drizzle. winter storm into clarity
writing war machine agenda like a source of conspiracy
morticians in masks performing torture as therapy
simply protocol's requirements for extortion or heresy
there was nothing here. i built this from a vision inside
using expertise to educate these ignorant tribes
formulas, weaponry, law, science, corporate design
then expanded like an atom into orbiting skies.

evil is a construct, but survival is truth
so power is the guiding force behind our pursuits
survival is a mechanism, power is lust
and evil is a weapon when it's ours to construct.



Playoff Round 1
Topic:

Posted on June 10, 2013
Result: Beat patrown 6-1


espionage. ready or not, i'm destined to drop
mental facade was our intention. but the weapons were stocked
lessons were taught. all propaganda, pay attention and watch
how a thought becomes a monster from electrical shock
into physical death. primitive tendencies developing clots
leaking blood into the intersect of Western and Bloc
it's a game of thrones, ally versus enemy shots
Stalinistic viewpoints of a Leninist plot
ready or not, espionage, waiting for what wouldn't arrive
i'm a ticket back home away from looking alive
information turned golden, flareguns cushioned our skies
naked lies. iron shower curtain pulled to the side
viewing Americana bulging behind the lens of Bolshevik's eyes
strategic mind-fuck as propulsion towards an ultimate prize
not a pistol was drawn. still i had chosen a side
Czech borderlands were frozen in time. open your mind,
realize, i am scared as any rational person
sinking towards his final moment, passive immersion
in acceptance, God ascendance, life's a casted commercial
advertising false production like a practice rehearsal
imagine a world where people are their actions, contained
and not a matter of lineage or capital gains.
protected from gas. but there's no masking the pain
conflict is progress hinging on adaption to change
nucleic magnet exchange, damage potential fulfilled
psychometric measurements. we've tested their skills
now it's finally incoming. it wasn't our intention to kill
i'm writing just to talk. i never left them a will

let it drop.

i've been undercover 70 days,
sweating til the coldness breaks and catches ablaze..

only YOU can prevent soviet espionage.



Week 12 spotlight match
Topic:

Deadline on May 17, 2013
Result: Lost via no-show against IamBenT




Week 11 spotlight match
Topic:

Posted on May 7, 2013
Result: Beat Frank 5-3


they never understood. i only wanted to build,
knowledge fulfilled, often concealed, a philosopher's guild
inoperative villagers that cling to their pasts,
who pray for better days but never live for a chance
to experience a presence in a moment's retention
appearance and description never closer to essence
than a sense or a sound. stop breathing when it's better to drown
many quick to start their sentences non-sequiter bound
i tried to make them leave a life, objective as ground
silent solipsism. an exercise rejected aloud
i wanted to cry. knowing all my prophets will die
without an opportunity to conquer their pride
Gods also will die, yet their posters claim them wanted: alive
embracing tradition, claiming a vision consciously blind
tossed to the side. i taught for years my students in solitude
which facets of intelligence were crucial to constitute
not for truth, or honor. but liberation and choice
pray for a voice, scream and rip a lung for saints to anoint
it's unfortunate to see. i only wanted to teach
an apocryphal breach, til grasshoppers see their options increase
no deity or pacifist could promise them peace
i only promise a piece. ignorant and honest as priests
but limitation served to be the dominant beast
tempted by ineptitude and awkward retreat
to casualty. to ancestry. to a doctrinal leash
common deceits, grandparents and "i gotta" beliefs
banished from their village in 2003
walked Europa ever since, a wandering sheik
i told them there was life outside, a planet for apes
building shiny bullets lit aflame to hatch an escape
there's more than this. there has to be. don't panic, relate
i'm just another bastard child of passionate faith..
in something else. love and health. i wanted to know.
craved knowledge for roses concrete-laiden, blossoming growth
bounty on my head, i've since been walking this road
they never understood. just stood there watching me go.

i can't help you, if you won't let me



Week 6
Topic: The Ash
Deadline on May 23, 2013
Result: Lost via no-show against Witty




Week 4 contender match
Topic: "Rumors of War" instrumental
Deadline on May 7, 2013
Result: lost via no-show against Mike Wrecka




Week 3
Topic: "Losing an illusion makes you wiser than finding a truth."
Posted on May 1, 2013
Result: Lost to Pent uP 5-4


lose yourself. lose objectivism, presence and process
lose possession. take a second out to treasure the Ontic
texture and conscious. essential beyond. eons past neurologic
scientific method moronic. it's hand-me-down, a secondhand concept
take note. progress without a crisis is nonsense
like phoenix wings on the horizon - psychophysic mirages
the diplomatics, the doctorates. faith-based political mantras
read a story, catch its metaphor,
check. mission accomplished
strip away an item's counterparts - their name, or their function
perceptual substance. the bare possibility to make an assumption
timeline, steady percussion, baseline for unfortunate days
sex and power are a spirit. flesh is fortune and fame
when worlds collide, we share a common core to sustain
is it collective or connective? love, endorphins or pain
discourses explain: we've covered wisdom's source with a brain
unable to accept there's no one scoring our games
tradition kicks when an inquiry of origin's raised
we'll never reach the point there's nothing more to be gained
or is it less to be gained? concealment setting the stage
truth is sickness. masked by pride, a dextromethorphan phase
what gives a requiem grace? what's essential to fact?
how does Being formulate a proper question to ask?
we've played telephone with knowledge. only whispers and time
will determine how much Truth inside that message survives
mystery resides, not in black-or-white insidious lies
but the information we digest like biscuits and wine
scientific reprise. our logos, superstitions and language
knowledge and truthfulness, all an illusion - cynical, anxious
rewind, reduce, reconsider. definition and form,
your questions presuppose an answer. watch as wisdom is born.

another day, another epoche



Week 2
Topic:

Posted on Feb. 24, 2013
Result: Beat Nigma 6-0


nestle trucks outside your house. hoses, tanks and machines
draining life. draining calories and draining for free
canned mother earth & sold her for a pocket of paper
sew threads while faceless enterprise is rocking a blazer
weigh your options, which option is greater?
the now or the later?
try to sell a Coca-Cola, sans it's ultimate savior
Aquatic marine, lagoon, streams, ocean or creek
we're lost - promotional greed, yet a blind man knows what he seeks
be a hero for the natural, we're waiting for help
it's hard when love's symbology starts hating itself
how the roses fall,
the eagle flies,
the river despairs -
the molecules are bottled as 'medicinal air'
create fictional characters - act like their realistically care
they do to us what Mr. Tortoise did to the Hare
it's wicked, i feel guilty for destroying the planet
everytime i flush the toilet or apply ointment to bandage
we feel great when waste dissipates and our houses are clean
but shit doesn't disintegrate inside a fountain of dreams
i'm a coward it seems. buying Evian and Crystal Geyser to sip
advertisements like a microchip designed to encrypt
false image to consumerists inside an eclipse
looted for our treasure like a pirated ship. I am the disc.
yet, knowledge pervades our public. science persists
Fiji bottles are a hydrant for our fire, when it's lit
fire in a pit - fish fly to the bricks for a comfortable change
cigarette lighters, super soakers, one in the same
grass seed, oxygen tanks, one in the same
we play to survive. far surpassed the love of the game
business changed the faces of presumptuous gain
our relationships shifted once a single customer came
to town on a dolphin with an outrageous request
he said, water's dirty and it needs to be fresh
so we'll filter it, bottle it, and call it invention
i felt mother nature hang a rope and fall in that second
spine swollen, face bloated, calm as convention
conglomerates make billions on their water-refreshments
dolphins were prophets, intellectuals. an honest suggestion
but all that's left is profit margin for another investment
when humanity leaves riverbeds like cracks in a palm
a dolphin won't be worth the leash it's fastened upon.

soak it up



Week 1
Topic:

Posted on Feb. 12, 2013
Result: Beat VERITAS 9-0


It never stays the same. a shoreline passing before
our very eyes, adapting it's form. before and after the storm
caves carved for passionate war. settlers, savages, swords
survival strategy - scientific like Socratic reports
no allegory, imaginative force. a moment, solitary flash to absorb
they say perception is for memory as camera records
it's change, chance, choice to stay and grasp for a source
we understand. but can't describe once we've established rapport
waves lapping ashore. starship silhouettes with shadows aboard
waving goodbye to blue skies, hello axial core
palm-trees wave back in the breeze, oyster bay, trash and debris
but pollution is to humankind what sand is to beach
sunny spasm to beams. brown skin Barbie doll, orgasmic release
tans and tobacco leaf. death's expensive, cancer is cheap
growing so cold-hearted as we bask in it's heat
it's a sad world when luxury is passing for peace.
when amusement parks and festivals abandon the streets
when all that's left is sand at the beach. puff, pass and repeat
stairwell to hell, symbolize ye olde Satanic deceit
where you're indoctrinated not by prayer, but stamping your feet.
time-space manifold. it's a stretch to think reality creased
time to stop and reconsider all your active beliefs
epistemologies consider us a sponge in the sink
soak well and one can suddenly think. parchment and ink
shades up, too sunny to blink. water fountains. towers of glass
stone paths, salt perfumes our mother. mountains and grass,
if power corrupts, hatred frees itself when power collapses
it's silver dollar fees to read our hourly masses
quantity and quality. practice for a summer night of volleyball matches
white powder, wooden porches, whores and hollywood actors
beige boulders, burnt spoonfuls of andromeda magnets
straying further away. we take collective conscious for granted
beach bums boogie-board while prostitutes deposit their taxes
lifeguards on walkie talkies like reconnaissance bandits
the sands of time are ideology. a cognitive bandage,
scratched designs - corporate logos like a modern-day sanskrit
there's a logistical crisis that most astronomy brackets
like the hatred that accompanies a hostile romantic
at every step, frozen phenomenon. photographic,
sands of time, whitewashed and warm beneath these watery splashes.

It never stays the same. time flies like dragons in heat
a stairway leading upwards towards the attic you seek
time is change, fiery flames. puff, pass and repeat -
we're all castles built to fall apart, like sand at the beach.
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