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02-03-2013, 05:11 PM
Name: Cimmerian
Reps:
Title: "Saunter Miles"
Sip time out of bottled role models, watchful lips’ll bathe,
Crafting hourglass sand castles, and watch‘em drift away,
On a whim of waves, no tidings, riding on the foam float,
My broken homecoming, crystalline adobe’s stone throw,
Twice homicidal, fowl play cliché, cross their own road,
A fork's in it, we meet deep, to feel the bones poked,
Whoa!… settle the stallions round mountainous sunspots,
Plow the forest for my porous Trojan horses in one chop,
Can’t hack it, but I’ll tell the tale with a lumberjack twist,
Clash with, titan cymbals, tremble till the thunderclaps rip,
Easy as a freethrow, Atlas, snap wrist, skydive Icarus backflip,
Saunter pass go, collecting shadows in a licorice black twist,
That’s a peter panoramic view for the few who never knew this,
Luck of St. Patrick, marching in madness, underdog, new tricks,
Can’t teach this, breathe then apply, rubbing the bare skin,
Damn speechless when it seeps in... now that’s cimmerian.
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Title: "Restoration"
Chapman Tracy, fast car pace speed, dust in the wind,
Supernova bloomed begonia spin, touch of the pen,
Scraping surface of this earth’s twist, rust to the brim-
On the cup of life, been drunk twice and still lust for a swim,
My last choke back stroke, someday I’ll wade the waves,
For now brother, I’ll drown in the color and shades of gray,
Seems the shapes of clay we crave are on the plates of slaves,
Feeding our bondage, being this honest I date the blade,
Steady the sabers, fate we say? Or we ready the anger,
Of our own evolution, confusing, moving the slate we pave,
With good intentions, beckon the gate sways, in place I lay,
Stuck with these wings, trumping my king with the spades I play,
House of fallen cards, facial displays miming our hollow art,
Erect a home etched in stone, where diamonds swallow hearts,
Shining Apollo dart, drip of sun, beat of a different drum,
I’ll add infinity till I can grasp the energy to be a specific sum-
Body, one star speech, tardy-after-life-party, applaud me,
Traveling-on-time-line-unraveling yarn, gone and godspeed.
Ad Infinit
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Title: :a side. Of Sue-"
Every man has his Fall, leaping leaves in the Autumn,
Like life’s a landscape, and Adam unevens his Garden,
From a seed and a shovel to a weed in the rubble,
Weaved into the heartland, slow breathing the bubbles,
The air in our errors, still stale, thieving the crumbles,
The stare in our mirrors, still pale, naïve in the umbral,
Fumble where the shadow pisses, that’s all it is kids,
Waste of the wasted, stalls stained with your wishes,
Lick it up, lick your wounds, now ain’t it delicious?
Click the cups, I’ll drink to you, paint in the pitchers,
Swallow the art, wink at you, and hate that I’m with ya,
Borrow a heart, beat it blue, watch it faint in a whisper,
I’ll pump a fist for victory, stump the wit of history,
Riddle me this, suck in a kiss and lick the blisters free,
Heard a withered grisard hollering “It’s what you make it, kid,”
In a blind man’s dive, sight-seeing when he takes a trip.
Reps:
Title: "Saunter Miles"
Sip time out of bottled role models, watchful lips’ll bathe,
Crafting hourglass sand castles, and watch‘em drift away,
On a whim of waves, no tidings, riding on the foam float,
My broken homecoming, crystalline adobe’s stone throw,
Twice homicidal, fowl play cliché, cross their own road,
A fork's in it, we meet deep, to feel the bones poked,
Whoa!… settle the stallions round mountainous sunspots,
Plow the forest for my porous Trojan horses in one chop,
Can’t hack it, but I’ll tell the tale with a lumberjack twist,
Clash with, titan cymbals, tremble till the thunderclaps rip,
Easy as a freethrow, Atlas, snap wrist, skydive Icarus backflip,
Saunter pass go, collecting shadows in a licorice black twist,
That’s a peter panoramic view for the few who never knew this,
Luck of St. Patrick, marching in madness, underdog, new tricks,
Can’t teach this, breathe then apply, rubbing the bare skin,
Damn speechless when it seeps in... now that’s cimmerian.
-------------------------
Title: "Restoration"
Chapman Tracy, fast car pace speed, dust in the wind,
Supernova bloomed begonia spin, touch of the pen,
Scraping surface of this earth’s twist, rust to the brim-
On the cup of life, been drunk twice and still lust for a swim,
My last choke back stroke, someday I’ll wade the waves,
For now brother, I’ll drown in the color and shades of gray,
Seems the shapes of clay we crave are on the plates of slaves,
Feeding our bondage, being this honest I date the blade,
Steady the sabers, fate we say? Or we ready the anger,
Of our own evolution, confusing, moving the slate we pave,
With good intentions, beckon the gate sways, in place I lay,
Stuck with these wings, trumping my king with the spades I play,
House of fallen cards, facial displays miming our hollow art,
Erect a home etched in stone, where diamonds swallow hearts,
Shining Apollo dart, drip of sun, beat of a different drum,
I’ll add infinity till I can grasp the energy to be a specific sum-
Body, one star speech, tardy-after-life-party, applaud me,
Traveling-on-time-line-unraveling yarn, gone and godspeed.
Ad Infinit
---------
Title: :a side. Of Sue-"
Every man has his Fall, leaping leaves in the Autumn,
Like life’s a landscape, and Adam unevens his Garden,
From a seed and a shovel to a weed in the rubble,
Weaved into the heartland, slow breathing the bubbles,
The air in our errors, still stale, thieving the crumbles,
The stare in our mirrors, still pale, naïve in the umbral,
Fumble where the shadow pisses, that’s all it is kids,
Waste of the wasted, stalls stained with your wishes,
Lick it up, lick your wounds, now ain’t it delicious?
Click the cups, I’ll drink to you, paint in the pitchers,
Swallow the art, wink at you, and hate that I’m with ya,
Borrow a heart, beat it blue, watch it faint in a whisper,
I’ll pump a fist for victory, stump the wit of history,
Riddle me this, suck in a kiss and lick the blisters free,
Heard a withered grisard hollering “It’s what you make it, kid,”
In a blind man’s dive, sight-seeing when he takes a trip.