Adonis

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Adonis


Also known as X-caliber and Peter McPuffington
Active from 2001 to the present time.
Posted on ProjectRhyme, B-Boys, Netcees, ArtofBattling and BragginWrites.


Bio - Started as writing poetry which in turn became a topical head. Never was good or interested in Battling, but recently began branching out due to boredom. Is quite nice, unless I'm drunk and posting which is somewhat common.

[Adonis]

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I'm split, Torn with a thorn in the side,
Visualizing thoughts; vivid porn in each rhyme,
A perplexed mind, nimbly striking key's,
Thought provokes chivalry as I'm writing this beat,
A hum and a whistle; a skipping stone thrown at a picture,
A most confused muse when knowledge has grown into ripples,
Reaching uncharted depths, writing feeds a ravenous soul,
And the apex is met by gathering accolades...
from the matter composed, but...
The hook, line and sinker is the dust storm covering roads,
I've the cognizance to turn back when the path is exposed,
I posses too much soul for poems, and rap is merely fun,
So the fine line between withering and full bloom depends on the sun
Will she scorch my leaves? Giving a fine char to bark,
Or play coy, and send sporadic kisses when clouds part?
I've grown from a bud, sprouted freely in this dream-scape,
The best of both worlds, “Heaven on Earth” is cliché,
I'm well fed in summer rays, my limbs bask on the beach,
The waves sooth my roots as fish devour sap released,
I'm relaxed on beat, a cool breeze in summers eve,
A tranquil verbalist with depth beneath a coral reef,
No story told, no character built from the sand of time,
No twisted plot or killer rhyme, Just swimming thoughts combined,
A dusty dialect or sandy slang; My toolbox will never change,
I build castles using calligraphy, a foreign colloquy exchange,
My currency’s' my words, constructing Disneyland with spit,
A habitual linguist, where monetary value rushes under the bridge,
I exist...Purposefully, I dangle, a covered canvas,
A story told, a vision wrote, a man composed these lovely stanzas,

If rain is food, then pouring sweat into verse is a feast,
And I'll indulge, until my papyrus...
Is a song...in hand written ink.


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~Angel Fall~



Imagine having two hands without self control,
An accomplice of death scrolls – Consoling souls,
Contriving plans – Striving to abolish, ungodly man,
Repent or be damned – The intent to withstand;
A heavenly being swinging demonic extremities,
Double edged fork tongue’s digging graves incessantly,
Representing respectfully – The Apples inner core,
Your cancer is of course; freedom without cords,
No puppeteer controls; No master blueprint,
Just a choice, choose wrong and – I am whose sent,
Contortion of laws; abortion and Fraud,
Love broken – The shards used for fucking – Raw,
Aids created by flaws. Stop berating your god,
Parading a facade that all's forgiven when asked for,
Blasphemous; I'm the right hand who get's the last word,
Double standard – “Shalt not Kill” – Unless I'm commanded.
“Eloi, lama sabacthani”. God damn it!
My heart strings tug, with every grave I dug,
I've no joy in being both verdict and judge,
I'm the gavel and sentence, his unwavering premise,
Work's unblemished; your choices see that it's endless.

“My Brother...Please; Listen...

I see you don't agree with your primary function,
Destroying the free-willed for choosing corruption,
The assumption here, is that they'll all be good,
But they're individuals, so that's, well...Misunderstood,
Because without evil, there's no point in Heaven,
They were created flawed, therefore, they're our peasants.

Samael,
What's been your purpose after HIS sacrifice?
They sin, “repent”; then are cleansed for after life,
You were deemed obsolete the day he arose,
So I purpose we fly free; and flutter coast to coast,
What's the point of wings, if we're locked in a cage?
HE wants US to flee, and keep Earth as OUR slave”...

Day became night, sun blackened by fright,
Winged Gods rule skies, taking women as a prize,
Waves topple land, Mountains; cower in fear,
Earth trembles as the conqueror’s enter the atmosphere,
Clouds part like Red Sea, Oceans devour the weak,
Thunder rolls as lightning folds monoliths to crumbling heaps,


No rapture; The lucky... Slain in haste,
The rest captured and chained for praising grace,
Arch Angel Belial; Earth's new king is home,
The sky; his throne. Human; merely a stepping stone.

As day's pass, revolution never came to fruition,
God gave man choice, now worship Apollyon...
Or die with Religion...

[Adonis]

Topic: Mutation is the key to evolution



I've spent countless ages circling your coast,
I've witnessed your growth, from...
A Tadpole to lioness just couldn't approach,
From a grain of sand to island I've known;
You and I both made to unite – Elope,
I've watched you grouped – Fondled, exposed,
Sat in disgust I glare at curled toes,
With each thrust you share my soul soaks,
Down pour a monsoon – My heart is compost,
Although I'm patient; shadows hide this vagrant,
Wandering; watching – Praying it's not aimless,
Flap your wings freely, leave the skies painted,
Soar the nest, the wind is love on my neck and untainted.


Years go pass, still your beauty outlasts,
Elegance anchored by blue eyes... What's today's catch?
Your silky brown skin is so curvaceous,
Your peaks and valleys rise the tides – Salacious,
And oh those dimples; as cute as a button,
Connect the dots and your smile's a nutritious consumption,
Stunning looks, truly hot; but don't compare to inside,
Your core can melt souls in your palms delight,
You don't ignite a fuse you defuse the light,
A black hole of character, infused with incite,
Gorgeous; giving darkness comprised radiance,
Golden strands that can't be described in “Layman’s” sense,
Wearing nothing but white silk defining your body,
It's a crime to be gaudy and I'll kindly arrest so promptly,
Your river runs deep – You've a steady rotation,
Your garden plowed by what's allowed to enter location,
I'm tired of orbit, you're the apple of my eye,
The center of my universe and finally you're ripe,
I've circled in flight; Tired of the fluttering inside,
Sailing butterfly's dreaming of the day we can combine,
Waves of emotion assuredly rushing down your spine,
Speed of sound defined by your heart, pounding into mine,
I burned your atmosphere, parting clouds in decline,
Pangaea split by our beings being intertwined,
Galvanized – Brought forth a building block,
Culture shock – Breathing life in soldered rock,
I bore seeds with my explosion; we consummate,
The single-celled will evolve, and then procreate.



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Topic: Weary
Title: Tired


I'm tired of lies; the physical concealed and disguised,
The beautiful eyes covered by the color of skies,
Those brown Pearly whites – Hidden... Deprived,
The soft skin smitten; Written in spite,
When scriptures incite is mimicked and processed,
Verses penned in passion then fashioned on carved flesh,
Images of life and death... Images hard to digest,
A crown of thorn around a head... Rests around your neck,
Paid with debt, both gold and green are colors of conquest,
A viscous circle...The rims spin around the complex.
You're so beautiful... But I'm tired,

Tired of the fighting. The greed and gluttony,
The tummy tuck so the gullet can feed comfortably,
Where Lee Dungarees are the size shaped of a spoon,
and being skinny's force fed by the view in the tube,
These stars painted a whoreish hue. The toxins afloat,
The acid rains in throats, the trips down memories coast,
The growth of medicinal smoke the ashes lay waste,
The politic wars that the graves can taste,
The food's so impure. The genome cure.
The Mad Cow's doused in “edible” acidic spheres,
You're so beautiful.... But I'm tired

Tired of my only mistake.
Tired of trying to change you for Christ's sake.
Tired of hate directed at me with cause,
The loss of virgin boys that wear the cloth,
Creating more bullets then I can create souls,
The population control - The creation of wars,
Praying for more... A raise of income,
“Granted” - Buy a house – Back to square one,
The mortgage and fun, the college loan spent on ones.
The ones sent on stage to the girls who parade a display,
How great. You humans are gifted at making mockerys,
The climactic debauchery.... The “Oh God!”...It's me,
I'm disgusted and tired; no more mistakes.
You humans shall perish like my son on stakes.
I created you in a day; and in a day you'll be gone.
Earth persists and forgives... And now can finally live on.

[Adonis]

TOPIC: "Hell is empty and all the devils are here."-William Shakespeare
Title: A beautiful Struggle


I'm his little miss Loveable – I do no wrong,
A locket of life – I'm his gift...His charm,
I live those songs fairy tales comprise,
Open arm embrace...As I close both eyes.


A beautiful child birthed so tastefully,
Mother would die, still father would baby me,
Raised and cherished... Never begrudged,
Taught respect is earned and always beloved,
A gentle soul - with no wings exposed,
Yet he was tailored inside an angels mold,
This man's a saint, brushing hair from my face,
Whispering my beauty equals Helen's own grace,
I bend rules... Nearly snapping them in half,
He strokes my locks - teaching error in my path,
He indulges me in all my childish ways,
eating cheerios with the skies final sun ray,
He tucks me in, my cheeks press his lips,
this isn't earth, it's proof that heaven exists.


There's a demon in the closet - potent as ever,
His content is sipped – Angelic ways severed,
He breads darkness... In a liquid form,
A spirit that will burn in the wettest storm,
It's not often he binges, I can't remember the last,
But I'm little miss speed bag, while emptying a flask,
Months go passed – it grew worse indeed,
I shake, I weep - I need safe sleep.


My physical's tarnished, my emotions are baggage,
I try to take flight, but I'm a victim of habit,
A Barbie behind bars isolated with trouble,
As barbaric hands stifle screams to muffles,
Gropes evolve - and squeeze a life to plead,
if the throat can't wheeze then drop to knees,
When allowed – Lungs will open wide for Oxygen,
Or the throbbing member injected like collagen,
back to gasping...Eyes swelling with tears,
I beg “mercy”!!! - In French he just says “cheers”,
“You're welcome my dear”. Then shreds my brassiere,
He gnaws the areola until skin is pierced,
“God if you exist, please take my life...
I pray to die” . - Ironic because, I'm the prey tonight.
Legs agape – pounded severely,
A fluid released, the demon is weary.


I'm his little Mrs. Punctual – always on time,
A locket of Life - instilled in mine,
I'm late, it's fine – nine months will pass,
And his Demonic wrath... Will break my cage at last.


The seed he bore... Deep in my being,
Might mean I'm mom...And die while birthing.




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Topic: Both Streams of Thought Converge at Promontory Harbor


~Beating Time~



I was born in the 70's and raised on Hayes,
Both Issac and that green that makes eyes glazed.
Pop was Cuban - Mom such a Nubian queen,
Only ancestors raped so her pigment sort of a cream.
Picture me, a light skinned packing a magnum in jeans,
known for chasing and capturing any dragon with wings. See...
I float with clouds while slowly killing myself.
Teaching younger me criminals see minimal wealth.
When hood rich and dope binge meet at Critical State,
And negligence consumes at a cynical rate.
Needless to say - incomes a pipe dream - and I'm smoking away,
Life's a beach! The waves... steady crashing away.


Slowly drowning inside...


Between the “reign of poor” and sweat clogging my pores,
I some how ignored death whispering - and sailing my course.
I've gone astray with no map, stars guiding my path,
But the darkest hour, internalized - Blackness covers the facts.
So I sit back and laugh - needing detox I just keep tossing em back,
Allowing time to relapse - devour and excrete me out last.
Moments pass - I “rock” wicker back a shade of monotony,
Subconsciously knowing the pitch fork is what sponsors me.
I gotta bleed, stop... remove clamps from artery’s,
if honesty's key - Then I got locks for bartering...


Trapped - confounding - disguised...


Conceived. Released. A infant who needs to wean,
A bottle distilled – drinking the spleen gang-green,
Preordained – the castles key opened up doors to flood,
Lungs and liver trudged through the “gate-way” drug.
Change a life or lose a life the kids hold tight,
A boy raising men to see the “tracks” at night...

A light flickers - this Bic will guide us right.
For the kids, I'll live......even if I'm dying inside.

[Adonis]

Writing Exercise #4 - No words with More than Seven Letters
Title: One in a PI


I live not captive; I'm free to roam,
Under my accord I scour a world and hoard,
Gather, scrape and tour; an Earth covered in gold,
A master of worth who found rubbish is riches in dirt,
A foul stench is heaven for my nasally bowels,
A work ethic allows bitter sweet in a mouth,
But the catch 22; I feed what I reap to a crown,
By choice, I supply young food by the pound,
A foot soldier, draped in cap and gown,
Hard headed yet witty, a perfect blend for my city,
Robust and minute, I simply live non recluse,
I'm social and conform in a storm as family ties are induced,
I fight and I train; I hunt and I raise,
Nurture and further babes until they're linked to our chain,
We train and survive, build with mud that has dried,
Sweat hits dust and absorbs our heart and our pride,
A five star castle isn’t even close to exempt
My kin and I don't intend to sully your name or offend,
But your trash is a gem, hidden then tossed in a bin,
The circle of life is intense, Hunger is a pyramid of events,
We accept; rather praise, the valiant deaths of our men,
If you lucky and just hurt, I'd carry you through the rain,
The acid drops from a spout on every inch of terrain,
My burning lungs might strain, but as a people we love,
It just sucks; one boot can turn a million of us to dust,
And the Raid!! Oh the Raid! I know my death isn't vain
Because I lived so my people could build a block and sustain.

Please let me explain;
you have halos and wings,
But my colony is all I need...

It's a dream of dreams.




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Writing Exercise #3: Non est factum: Latin for "it is not my deed"


I'd sign my life away to change a piece of mind,
At least a peace in soul could construct a word of gold,
Bond verbs with lymph nodes and release designs,
I speak in hymns of crimes, preach to clear the blind,
I think a verse is primed to administer the miniscule,
Divide and conquer ants with written visuals,
A spirtual minister verse those –
So, Vile monsters,
Complex congress with confused subconscious,
Converse progress...
The blind leading our medicinal iris,
These habitual hybrids lying with open eyelids,
Never turning cheek from crises,
In fact the agency contrived it,
But I digress – The case in point is complex,
And I devised it.
Disguised in Hancocks, inkwells and cursive,
My locks jelled, slicked back with purpose,
See my serpent tongue has a certain way to think of fun,
And my objective is a gun – The red dot, glares down the sun,
I'd gladly give my life to change a piece of mind,
Sign the flat line for just a little peace and time,
Paint a smile gland to gland for every dead man,
If they could rise from quick sand,
From every cemetery in my homeland,
The white military crosses would disband,
and every soldier would push dirt and just stand.
I mean God Damn! Every action has a reaction,
But petroleum has the white man living lavish,
His passion's so tragic, a yacht to dispose black gold in Atlantis,
His specific goal? To erode a bloodline into ashes,
As it floats to outer core and demolishes the atmos...
I fear it's true, our seeds never stood a chance,
Born in a world with a mixed up thesis,
where Jesus isn't as popular as Kim's romance,
As the chick who holds Bieber in slow dance
As popular as the dirt on my two vans,
Unpopular to the young populace in today's land.
See, I'd gladly sign my life on a lease if I could at least,
Sacrifice a piece of my soul for a piece of world peace,
but the world encapsulates the demons in my wake,
As I lie wide awake, breathing fire I intake,
I'm distinguished for Christs sake, disguised as Christs son,
But the world shrinks, adding more peeps,
And the average is as evil as I think.
So my eye winks, as I write in disguised tongue,
Formulating schemes as The Reverends son,
You ask what am I trying to say,
“I'd gladly give my life so tomorrow could be a better day”,
Draw up the contract, I'll put my name on the line,
Write between bars if you can read between mine,
this art's my constant, restraint in notes,
I write so goose bumps can be the braille to explain my soul,

All I’m saying is,
If my death can cure this world, give me the deed,
Hang me as “T”,
Stab my abdomen with a javelin and rest me in peace..


Oh wait...
Am I stupefied?
Or,
Has someone else been crucified?