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02-03-2013, 05:02 PM
Name: DeViouS
Reps: Wife:Beaters
Title: "Poetry M'ocean"
Through the course of my life.../
I'm forced into fights.../
aborted from torture of sight.../
sordid ...and...trite.../
ignoring my strife.../
I saw a portion of my torch but it wasn't the source of the light.../
I was haunted at night.../
assaulted and twice afraid.../
a corpse but now I"m amazed.../
dischord is now a charade.../
devoured the sweet...downed the sour in trade.../
shun my eyes to the sun....and cower from shade../
my power is laid..in times shroud of hours an' days.../
rhymes?? just lines of vowels an'phrase../
I sigh when my mind is clouded w/ haze.../
I lie b/c I'm proud an' afraid.../
shine in a crowded parade...of cowards an' crazed doubters ..somehow showered w/ praise.../
endowed w/ the pain..of housing the shame of nothingness.../
not dark...I've gotta spark of rays of loving yet.../
shoving stress..back into the muddy depths of my puddy chest../
hugging death ..b/c he said.. I was his son ..under a mumbling breath.../
stumbling steps...line my path w/ laughing more..and cussing less../
just b/c I'm out my shell..that doesn't break a dozen eggs..../
I run an' shake when blood is shed....so he comes an' takes one hundred breaths.../
thats why I pace w/ gun in hand...you can't be sane an' understand.../
how fiends dance in veins..and upon my head..../
until I'm lain up under sand..from the hatred of a man..I lie in wait... a number..damned.../
but I survived this quake...to come again...
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Title: "po.e.tree e'm'ocean II"
-Sipping absinthe and Magically spit acid nouns...to sitting passive to *abracadabra* your a cadaver now-
*the ReiGn has Fallen*
My inner closet...houses...a mouth of sinning conscience..../
jabbing....jaws w/ avid cause....til my doubt is spinning..nauseas.../
grabbing..pauses..to denounce or actually stop this ...beat...-down.../
a passively...scrawl..glyphics..a brief vowel....and all "pacifics"..../
to ebb and salt the senses....to season "falls" from " tripping"..../
I weep like walls in prisons.....leaking..stalls and victims..../
speaking pos-i-tives... when it.. leads to "naw it isnt's".../
pleas just mob the dimlit....fiends that knod from venom...they breed and maul for things.. that ease or stop the itchin'..../
my rocks and seeds of thought are drenched....so state what's un'fair to you...and I'll watch you bleed from consequence....and await your saving parachute.../
engraved my name on snares and loops...I'm daring any vermins will..to make you unware to truth....of the "screwed...disturbed and ill"../
my shoulders seems prophetic..as I tongue comands and murder reels....like soliders screaming medic as they advanced "hamburger hill"...../
strike a pose w/ hand and quill.....at chance reveal this artistry....but mind is froze when entraced to kill...that glance to pierce an artery.../
my lining's bulge in pants w/ bills...that act as though thier dollar's lost....only bad"noose" can branish steel.....so I hang in halls though its "all four knot(s)"....
like? a star vast...then far collapsing to a black hole.../
a dark past....and the reaper reaching for his las'soul.../
swift pens driven ..by pistons of muse..../
switchin minutes ...to a million incrimated divisions of a tune.../
radials scar-ring....the onyx canvas of the asphalt..../
80 soaked cars weave.. honk as if answers are a "bad cop"..../
steadily about faced..troops....who drink w/o taste..../
proof that w/o faith...we're doomed to droughts-waste.....
-FIN-
Title: "TWOfacedTOO"
(skitzo-gory...storyline's)
DEEV is Skitzophrenic..been..unconscious for about a week..his alter ego..Charlie..has some secrets..and he wakes up w/ a weird taste in his mouth..a headache..and some bad news...
Charlie:
Goodmornin' Deev...how ya be?..yah I'd just be up yawning too../
if you hadn't been my alarm @ 3..whats w/ all the snoring dood??..
DEEV:
I'm onery... I'm warning you... my mouth has got an awful taste.../
Charlie:
on top of that your boring too..get up, so we can wash our face.../
Deev:
You realize what time it is..what you tryin to do to me...??../
here it is five til 6...I'm up, now kindly humor me../
Charlie:
Turn our neck.. its kinda stiff...I trust your tired..assumingly../
your a nervous wreck...and I am SICK..of heists w/ guns and jewelery../
what mindlessness..just 2 or 3?..and soon we'll be the..siamese../
skitzophrenic crime'ing spree ..
Deev:
pencil PRICK...YOU LIED TO ME...you said to me so READILY.../
"I've quit w/ all this mental'shit..and homicidal tendencies..."..
CHARLIE:
your getting hot.. a little bit...beside yourself ...now listen Deev../
your forgetting all the good I've did..fulfilling all your SISSY needs../
pedicures...and different things.../
and NOW you wanna split the seams??..this righteous act is tiresome..some nites in fact.. been lying some../
my advice?? relax...when I am done.../
you'll realize that life is wack...and so are you ...w/ rhyming son.../
I'll even tell the type of axe..I used to hack and dice them up../
now please give me that white and black...toothbrush..that sits inside the cup.../
DEEV:
tell me where you hidin'm....
CHARLIE:
come on..can't we just discuss the plot??..../
I seldom see you give a fugg...the girls tied up..the others.. shot.../
oh I forgot..we had to use your brother's dodge...(he can't get us cus he in cuffs..)and hide out in his summer lodge.../
though I refused to light the fuse..my mind was skewed....and numbed ajar.../
the only problem might be you...but now that we have come this far.../
the other's called and ID'd you..and down came ...Reese...and cousin Paul.../
...and I knew there might be grief...so I doused in flames a couple more.../
DEEV:
what about my wifey..Ruth??...
CHARLIE:
I was about to say ...she's such a whore.../
...I found her in a tiny coupe...w/ high'knee boots..and nothing more.../
w/ some rich guy she hardly knew...I did what you would probably do../
I funneled gas ..and flung a match...and watch the bitch-just BARBEQUE .../
YES..I know the "arson rule"...but this game has audibles.../
I changed the plays..for saving face..so now this haven's plausible../
now you wanna blame me.....take.. a look at all the jobs we pulled../
we came in with an arsenal...killed off our accomplices...and I gave it ALL to you..now you won't acknowledge it../
I killed off all those officers...w/ mason'jars of arsenic../
place them all in vacant cars...and sent them off a rocky cliff..
DEEV:
you did it DAWG!.. thats MARVELOUS!!...a snag exist 'tween you and I../
see if I took this hatchet..shit..It'd be me commiting suicide../
just b/c your half is ...dim w/ misery..you ruin mine.../
locked away..and padded in...
CHARLIE:
your trapped in shit..w/ sewer eyes../
my ploy is thus..my math in this..I knew you'd judge my 2 plus 2's.../
that..poisonous-molasses mix?? I dabbed some on the toothbrush too...
too be concluded???
Reps: Wife:Beaters
Title: "Poetry M'ocean"
Through the course of my life.../
I'm forced into fights.../
aborted from torture of sight.../
sordid ...and...trite.../
ignoring my strife.../
I saw a portion of my torch but it wasn't the source of the light.../
I was haunted at night.../
assaulted and twice afraid.../
a corpse but now I"m amazed.../
dischord is now a charade.../
devoured the sweet...downed the sour in trade.../
shun my eyes to the sun....and cower from shade../
my power is laid..in times shroud of hours an' days.../
rhymes?? just lines of vowels an'phrase../
I sigh when my mind is clouded w/ haze.../
I lie b/c I'm proud an' afraid.../
shine in a crowded parade...of cowards an' crazed doubters ..somehow showered w/ praise.../
endowed w/ the pain..of housing the shame of nothingness.../
not dark...I've gotta spark of rays of loving yet.../
shoving stress..back into the muddy depths of my puddy chest../
hugging death ..b/c he said.. I was his son ..under a mumbling breath.../
stumbling steps...line my path w/ laughing more..and cussing less../
just b/c I'm out my shell..that doesn't break a dozen eggs..../
I run an' shake when blood is shed....so he comes an' takes one hundred breaths.../
thats why I pace w/ gun in hand...you can't be sane an' understand.../
how fiends dance in veins..and upon my head..../
until I'm lain up under sand..from the hatred of a man..I lie in wait... a number..damned.../
but I survived this quake...to come again...
-------------------------------
Title: "po.e.tree e'm'ocean II"
-Sipping absinthe and Magically spit acid nouns...to sitting passive to *abracadabra* your a cadaver now-
*the ReiGn has Fallen*
My inner closet...houses...a mouth of sinning conscience..../
jabbing....jaws w/ avid cause....til my doubt is spinning..nauseas.../
grabbing..pauses..to denounce or actually stop this ...beat...-down.../
a passively...scrawl..glyphics..a brief vowel....and all "pacifics"..../
to ebb and salt the senses....to season "falls" from " tripping"..../
I weep like walls in prisons.....leaking..stalls and victims..../
speaking pos-i-tives... when it.. leads to "naw it isnt's".../
pleas just mob the dimlit....fiends that knod from venom...they breed and maul for things.. that ease or stop the itchin'..../
my rocks and seeds of thought are drenched....so state what's un'fair to you...and I'll watch you bleed from consequence....and await your saving parachute.../
engraved my name on snares and loops...I'm daring any vermins will..to make you unware to truth....of the "screwed...disturbed and ill"../
my shoulders seems prophetic..as I tongue comands and murder reels....like soliders screaming medic as they advanced "hamburger hill"...../
strike a pose w/ hand and quill.....at chance reveal this artistry....but mind is froze when entraced to kill...that glance to pierce an artery.../
my lining's bulge in pants w/ bills...that act as though thier dollar's lost....only bad"noose" can branish steel.....so I hang in halls though its "all four knot(s)"....
like? a star vast...then far collapsing to a black hole.../
a dark past....and the reaper reaching for his las'soul.../
swift pens driven ..by pistons of muse..../
switchin minutes ...to a million incrimated divisions of a tune.../
radials scar-ring....the onyx canvas of the asphalt..../
80 soaked cars weave.. honk as if answers are a "bad cop"..../
steadily about faced..troops....who drink w/o taste..../
proof that w/o faith...we're doomed to droughts-waste.....
-FIN-
Title: "TWOfacedTOO"
(skitzo-gory...storyline's)
DEEV is Skitzophrenic..been..unconscious for about a week..his alter ego..Charlie..has some secrets..and he wakes up w/ a weird taste in his mouth..a headache..and some bad news...
Charlie:
Goodmornin' Deev...how ya be?..yah I'd just be up yawning too../
if you hadn't been my alarm @ 3..whats w/ all the snoring dood??..
DEEV:
I'm onery... I'm warning you... my mouth has got an awful taste.../
Charlie:
on top of that your boring too..get up, so we can wash our face.../
Deev:
You realize what time it is..what you tryin to do to me...??../
here it is five til 6...I'm up, now kindly humor me../
Charlie:
Turn our neck.. its kinda stiff...I trust your tired..assumingly../
your a nervous wreck...and I am SICK..of heists w/ guns and jewelery../
what mindlessness..just 2 or 3?..and soon we'll be the..siamese../
skitzophrenic crime'ing spree ..
Deev:
pencil PRICK...YOU LIED TO ME...you said to me so READILY.../
"I've quit w/ all this mental'shit..and homicidal tendencies..."..
CHARLIE:
your getting hot.. a little bit...beside yourself ...now listen Deev../
your forgetting all the good I've did..fulfilling all your SISSY needs../
pedicures...and different things.../
and NOW you wanna split the seams??..this righteous act is tiresome..some nites in fact.. been lying some../
my advice?? relax...when I am done.../
you'll realize that life is wack...and so are you ...w/ rhyming son.../
I'll even tell the type of axe..I used to hack and dice them up../
now please give me that white and black...toothbrush..that sits inside the cup.../
DEEV:
tell me where you hidin'm....
CHARLIE:
come on..can't we just discuss the plot??..../
I seldom see you give a fugg...the girls tied up..the others.. shot.../
oh I forgot..we had to use your brother's dodge...(he can't get us cus he in cuffs..)and hide out in his summer lodge.../
though I refused to light the fuse..my mind was skewed....and numbed ajar.../
the only problem might be you...but now that we have come this far.../
the other's called and ID'd you..and down came ...Reese...and cousin Paul.../
...and I knew there might be grief...so I doused in flames a couple more.../
DEEV:
what about my wifey..Ruth??...
CHARLIE:
I was about to say ...she's such a whore.../
...I found her in a tiny coupe...w/ high'knee boots..and nothing more.../
w/ some rich guy she hardly knew...I did what you would probably do../
I funneled gas ..and flung a match...and watch the bitch-just BARBEQUE .../
YES..I know the "arson rule"...but this game has audibles.../
I changed the plays..for saving face..so now this haven's plausible../
now you wanna blame me.....take.. a look at all the jobs we pulled../
we came in with an arsenal...killed off our accomplices...and I gave it ALL to you..now you won't acknowledge it../
I killed off all those officers...w/ mason'jars of arsenic../
place them all in vacant cars...and sent them off a rocky cliff..
DEEV:
you did it DAWG!.. thats MARVELOUS!!...a snag exist 'tween you and I../
see if I took this hatchet..shit..It'd be me commiting suicide../
just b/c your half is ...dim w/ misery..you ruin mine.../
locked away..and padded in...
CHARLIE:
your trapped in shit..w/ sewer eyes../
my ploy is thus..my math in this..I knew you'd judge my 2 plus 2's.../
that..poisonous-molasses mix?? I dabbed some on the toothbrush too...
too be concluded???