King Ra.
04-05-2013, 12:13 AM
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AOWL MAGAZINE presents....
"Write Me A Blockbuster"
***WEEK 8 Edition***
Whaddup folks! Once again, we're back with another edition of the hottest magazine on the net, the AOWL magazine, Week 8 Edition. 7 weeks have come & gone. The playoffs are inching closer. Every match counts. This edition is jammed pack with extras & in-depth analysis. I know you're ready to dive in. The sounds of Ab-Soul will guide you through each section. Enjoy the read.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vWbktyKGIhQ&feature=share&list=PL5D1F5662BA4BEB02
OPEN MIC FEATURE #1
"Locked In"
written by nO gOod!
"..I have a story to tell, to keep it in is toxic
I feel sick to think about it...you're the one I'll talk with.."
-------------------------------
I awoke in hell, I'll tell you of the darkest plot
no fire - brimstone, I was in the parkin lot.
to start's the hard part, I can't take a breath. Coughin'
The day was cold and dark, I thought of death often.
Cherishing every breath, I seemed cautious
whoever put me here is sick, I don't mean nauseaus.
A total surprize, I didn't know the disquise
was gonna hit me like a frieght train, you'll notice the size
of the ride in the picture, It looks decieving.
The trunk's actually bigger, this aint a book I'm reading
It was real life then, I was shook and bleeding
The devil played a part, I hate the crooked heathen.
The engine seemed alive, like it would have to breathe.
I swear it had a pulse and its blood was gasoline,
It had me in it's clutches with no way to escape,
I was on my way to hell, I had to wait at the gates.
Every minute seemed eternity, with the motor running,
its like I'm gonna die, and now I know its coming.
I'm shiverin' cold, I can feel the goose bumps,
as we swerve down the road I'm prayin for a loose trunk.
The wind was howlin', just like the devils dog,
we raced down darkness in a heavy fog.
I can't think straight, I saw a blink he hit the brakes.
If he pops the trunk, I'm fit to escape.
I can't even think, how long I've been trapped,
soon enough it all changed, weight on the gas.
It was dark here, but the speed was blinding.
It didn't take long, cops and sirens.
Whats it gonna take, to stop the violence?
We need to pull together and stop the tyrants.
Don't think this is fake, written script.
I was in the car when it.. flipped in the ditch.
When I came to, I couldn't move, was afraid to.
I aint the same dude, who can I put the blame to?
later found out, I was lucky to survive.
I should live stress free and be alive.
My freedom and my life no one can take from me,
cause the man I escaped from, was Ted Bundy.
The King presents.... "The Rewind"
***A recap of week 7's match ups***
Zenland earns his 2nd straight victory in a surprising forfeit win against Kuja.- The Zenmaster (4-3) is picking up steam of late as he earned his 2nd win in a row in a shocking forfeit from Kuja (2-4) who pulled his verse & signed out due to real life issues. Who knows how the votes would have turned out, but it looked like Zen was favored. An impressive rhyme scheme and a solid story was the factor among the voters.
Vulgar wins easily over a Witty-less showing, in a 11-0 landslide.- Vulgar (1-0) is back. He dropped a sure fire gem this week, only to go up against a half assed verse by his opponent, Witty (3-3) who did not have the inspiration to put together a complete story. Vulgar flexed his penmanship with ease & does not look like he has lost a step at all. That means danger for any competitor he goes up against. Witty will look to get back on track this week.
zygote hands Adonis his first loss in the season, in a 9-2 victory in the #1 contenders match.- You'd think that the quick topical writtens by zygote (5-1) would hurt him in his matches but that is barely the case at all. He cruised to a smooth 9-2 win over Adonis (3-1), who suffered his first loss of the season. Both received some mixed reviews from the voters, as they felt that both didn't bring their A-game in this match. zygote now looks for revenge in this weeks championship against 3x champion, Frank.
Que kicks off is AOWL debut with a 9-2 victory over Vinzr.[/I]- Que came. Que saw. Que conquered. Vinzr (3-2) was looking to keep up his impressive start to the season but dropped a dud compared to his opponent in his 9-2 loss. Que (1-0) was able to put together a fresh, original style piece that just attracted the voters his direction. Vin suffers his second loss in a row & has signed out of the league at the moment. Que looks to pull off another win against newcomer Xces, this week.
Ink survives in a close victory over c.d.m., 7-5.- These type of match ups always makes the heart pump a little more faster. At the end, Ink (3-1) was able to stand alone as the victor, edging the impressive c.d.m. (2-5), 7-5. The votes went back and forth until the very end, when Ink pulled out 2 straight votes to close it off. Both wrote some very interesting pieces & it was clear that the voters were split between which one had the better direction. Despite c.d.m's record, he is still a threat & will look to string together some victories. Ink is now in sole possession of first place in the Black division.
IAmBenT continues his rise as he upends Split, 6-2.- For a second, this battle looked like it was going to swing the other way, but IAmBent (3-1) was able to hold ground & take off with a second win in a row, a 6-2 victory over Split (3-3). BenT once again put together one of the cleaner and impressive verses of the week & could be a true contender for the title soon. Last week he earned VOTW & this week he easily is one of the writers who could contend for it. Split has continued on his rollercoaster trend this season. It's only a matter of time when we will see if he breaks out of the slump & begins a run.
TopicalDood5 hands The Vator his fifth straight loss, in a 6-3 win.- The rabbit hole continues to get deeper for Vator. He took an early 2-1 lead in votes before falling in the end, 6-3, to TopicalDood5 (2-0) who is really picking up steam. Dood once again put together a very well written story to follow up last weeks gem. For Innovator (2-5) it marks his fifth loss in a row though he has been holding his own in every match up & continues to improve.
King Keith survives a late surge to defeat Cereal_Killa, 6-4. (recap written by Split)- King Keith came out swinging with a highly structured realtime psychoanalysis of a killer and a detective. I guess it was a continuation of a previous work, I had not read it or forgot it. Expert wording and some really great metaphors within this properly written story. A lot of foreshadowing on both parts, something difficult to achieve in the small context of a topical. CK brought a very surreal story laden with poetic devices and metaphors. King Keith came across as a little thin but strong conceptually, and CK's was thick with meaning, though a tad aloof. King Keith ultimately won, which I would attribute to his more accesible content and tangibly terrifying atmosphere.
Frank makes it 3 successful title defenses in a row, as he cruises to a 12-1 pounding over Red glare.- When the smoke cleared & the dust settled, Frank (6-0) stood once again, unscathed & still the AOWL Champion, drumming Red glare (4-2) 12-1. It was one-sided, as the voters felt Franks great imagery & detail in his story clearly outshined the interesting content of Red's piece. Red was riding on a 3 match win streak, surging up the rankings but couldn't put together enough to knock Frank off the throne. The win sets Frank up with a rematch against zygote in the AOWL championship match.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8iBl681oUeE&feature=share&list=PL5D1F5662BA4BEB02
[B]BATTLE OF THE WEEK
FRANK (Titanium) (6-0) VS. RED GLARE (TITANIUM) (4-2)
Despite the large gap in the final tally, this match featured two very good writers who dropped some fire. Frank emerged as the victor and remains champion despite the effort by Red to be the first to dethrone him.
Red glare's verse:
Jesus Christ appeared in the golden flood lights; captive in joy;
basking in joy; he waved me forward; through the field of jasmine;
overjoyed - with happiness; I blushed a blasphemous, flash of the void:
I was ecstatic; I acted coy; In a trance; poised; in rags of decoy;
under the sequoia tree; furthest expression; from that of annoyed.
enchanted; the voice was pure passion deployed
toying with the emotions; of those who inhabited troy;
the masked-men; the black smith; the rabid, the droid
all caught in my auras omega-blast and destroyed.
the rabbit - runs across the field; faster then noise;
the non-believers are captured; dispatched as employed
angels; wing spans; that caused drafts that dampened the spirits of 'bad';
who Sigmund Freud would later psycho analyze; as cracked,
language the lord would not entertain;ears clasped to avoid;
4 corners of earth - unknown to maps and tabloids;
knowledge was power he had; in a bronze grasp of alloy;
From the western alps that lined france - the geograph of Savoy
to the windy city, ferocious flags of Illinois
to the Vietnam veterans of the capital of Hanoi
smiling; with gold teeth; dipping dumplings; splashing in soy
in south east china; chatting in Amoy;
decorative fish, ponds of red, white, yellow patterns of Koi
the Hawaiian woman offers him a bowl of; 'Sweetest mashings of Poi'
he travels around the world met with ever-lasting "Ahoy"
he is elite - Hoi Oligoi
his name is Roy Al.
''Captain Roy''
here to save planet earth from asteroid hemorrhoid
'king, you are not the Lord - perhaps it's a ploy' -
Jesus Christ had returned -
a black little boy
Frank's verse:
A european voyeur; stood steadfast across a roaring river.
He had found the forrest dwellers; absorbed in timber; a tribe of forty members.
Gathered on the river banks of no currency; the shores of splendor.
Where water was pure like pouring britta; the poor cleansed their pores in swarms of fingers.
Washed their wounds of war with pitchers; huge leaves; that caught the weather.
It was August 7th. The expedition lead us to a remote land; north of our villa.
Our mules saddled with swords, porridge and silver
The lush green jungle back drop was dead gorgeous -
Picture the glimmer of the reflective surface of water; our ancestors mirror;
Rushing, along and you are hardly remembered.
Mosquitoes bites through the long sleeves of the Nautica sweaters
Every body is on anti-malaria measures - cautious as ever.
We have embarked on our endeavors; and have found the lodge in the forest's swelter.
The people here are wearing no clothes; torso of feathers.
The last shred of dignity for humankind - found in the wardrobe of settlers.
It is early morning; the sun has risen; their snores have been censored.
The microphone - video camera equipment are morphing together.
Their children run and play on the brown soil - rich with corpses; filtered
Fresh with the remnants of foot prints; of back and forth trekkers;
The smoke wafts through the forrest off a glorious ember
We are standing in the very spot that bore our predecessors;
The great frontier; this imaginary line forms the sectors;
The forgotten man; drawing sand script - sanskrit - foreign letters
Planes fly over head like a large birds - born with engines
According to legend... these people are the last of the forrest dwellers
So isolated; they've escaped both benefit and burden - sworn from heaven
They haven't saw us yet. They are still busy with the morning agendas.
Our guide, tells us - "whatever we do; Do not shout towards the Seneca
It is important not to disturb the 4th world" he says - adoring vigor.
We had toured through dementia; time warped visitors
The smell of tobacco drifted across the river into our nostrils; calming force of fementa
The Sun beamed off our liquor flask; and it a dawned; a dilemma
The natives gathered; we were now the ones being explored from the perimeter
Our awesome adventure was now danger; breath shortness; Guerilla
We all waved our white hands with reassurance and quivered.
The Indian loaded his bow and let it soar for Seneca.
Standing there - shooken down to the core of our center
"return fire!"
VERSE OF THE WEEK
"Cruelty is no alien concept."
written by Vulgar
He made his debut & certainly showed his talents. A great conceptual piece written with perfect mechanics, strong word choice & diction, Vulgar shows us that he has not lost a step & looks to be a force in these last few weeks of the season. For that, he earns VOTW.
Was their ever life on Earth? The alien race frolicked at first
Grey, weightless bodies, inert...
Data sponges sucking up human history for all it was worth
Their research highlighted all of the worst, from nuclear war to genocide
Of course, pesticides were abhorred, & generalized as lawless cause if pressurized
These visitors from the Northern Gemini’s were universally lauded, and recognized
As the most empathetic race in the multiverse:
Their disciplines auroraboreal, not perennial
They’d stop imperial flocks with glossy mandibles, & aiming rocks from Zanzibo
Tonsils locked in harpist acid tones, sounding like a Maharashtra anecdote
Even the death of a planet was given the option of cremation or proper burial
They were simply immaterial, in peaceful existence, ancient, compelled
To preserve every nation of health at every far corner, solar system or atrium belt
and so through their info-technology and patient intel…
They studied human fate as it spelled H.A.T.E. in this latent matrix of hell
Why the destructive ace had been dealt; the reasons why civilizations would melt
Transmitting the bizarre occurrence known as the Holocaust…
The alien race crowed so loud that their tracheas swelled,
Henceforth, it was a nightmare to compare this dreadful species to their sapient selves
For these “people” outer life was misunderstood,
their most prided authors were lame in tongue - many were strange, debunked
War of the Worlds, giant squids, flying saucers and laser guns?
Farewell, humankind. Or as the Spanish tribes said, “Sionara, your day has come!”
In some novels, they’d strike the “Taurans” with blades and grunts
Exterminate entire planets in some cases, their tridents garnished with native blood
“The fruits of their labor was war, our fruits are enlightment, fauna & Gaelic plums
They can’t rewind Rwanda, nor the Third Reich, Crusades or the famine plunge”
Massacres weren’t far in between, but close in succession
Potent aggression was the negotiable weapon. Hope was the antidote for progression
Take for example the Cambodian death stints, or the Romans, the Hessians
A bunch of test tube children who’d dump dead schools into oceans of brethren
When the Inquisition was unearthed, the aliens decided to leave promptly
As they began to see through wet beady eyes what evil could be, possibly
Excommunicated library archive of the extinct: a ferocious breed
Who compulsively composed debris, and ate themselves to death so hopelessly
At war with another like termites, ants and a grove of bees; shrimp of immobile seas
While alien laws for galactic grace firmly stated: Existence is poetry.
On the spiritual coasts of peace…their screens fizzed, began to palpitate fumes
Meanwhile, back on their home planet, “Ancient Humans” was about to debut
Featured vote: Adonis.
Vulgar - "These visitors from the Northern Gemini’s were universally lauded, and recognized...As the most empathetic race in the multiverse:" Creamed my panties, you are entering delicate world that is most true so far."They were simply immaterial, in peaceful existence, ancient, compelled...To preserve every nation of health at every far corner, solar system or atrium belt"...More amazing writing here..."The alien race crowed so loud that their tracheas swelled,...Henceforth, it was a nightmare to compare this dreadful species to their sapient selves" I fear you are beginning to match rhyme with meaning. Not a good thing for the rest of us, I vote Witty in a beneficial "cock-block" fashion. "Sayonara" is not Latin."Native blood/ Blades and Grunts" Who are you??? I love the fact that you are actually "rhyming first", then meanings second. Although that gives you a disservice because you are melding them together and excreting a rather fluid, yet meaningful matter of words. A story of earth and its parasites, who have grown to create resentment from the creators..."a bug eyed" alien kind who know true peaceful knowledge. Exterminate as the cockroach vs. a boot, or however you put it, ingenious as usual, only I see a more developed rhyme pattern which I both fear and so badly want from you. Gold, thus far front runner for VOTW compared to my other 6-8 verses read.
AOWL MAGAZINE presents....
"Write Me A Blockbuster"
***WEEK 8 Edition***
Whaddup folks! Once again, we're back with another edition of the hottest magazine on the net, the AOWL magazine, Week 8 Edition. 7 weeks have come & gone. The playoffs are inching closer. Every match counts. This edition is jammed pack with extras & in-depth analysis. I know you're ready to dive in. The sounds of Ab-Soul will guide you through each section. Enjoy the read.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vWbktyKGIhQ&feature=share&list=PL5D1F5662BA4BEB02
OPEN MIC FEATURE #1
"Locked In"
written by nO gOod!
"..I have a story to tell, to keep it in is toxic
I feel sick to think about it...you're the one I'll talk with.."
-------------------------------
I awoke in hell, I'll tell you of the darkest plot
no fire - brimstone, I was in the parkin lot.
to start's the hard part, I can't take a breath. Coughin'
The day was cold and dark, I thought of death often.
Cherishing every breath, I seemed cautious
whoever put me here is sick, I don't mean nauseaus.
A total surprize, I didn't know the disquise
was gonna hit me like a frieght train, you'll notice the size
of the ride in the picture, It looks decieving.
The trunk's actually bigger, this aint a book I'm reading
It was real life then, I was shook and bleeding
The devil played a part, I hate the crooked heathen.
The engine seemed alive, like it would have to breathe.
I swear it had a pulse and its blood was gasoline,
It had me in it's clutches with no way to escape,
I was on my way to hell, I had to wait at the gates.
Every minute seemed eternity, with the motor running,
its like I'm gonna die, and now I know its coming.
I'm shiverin' cold, I can feel the goose bumps,
as we swerve down the road I'm prayin for a loose trunk.
The wind was howlin', just like the devils dog,
we raced down darkness in a heavy fog.
I can't think straight, I saw a blink he hit the brakes.
If he pops the trunk, I'm fit to escape.
I can't even think, how long I've been trapped,
soon enough it all changed, weight on the gas.
It was dark here, but the speed was blinding.
It didn't take long, cops and sirens.
Whats it gonna take, to stop the violence?
We need to pull together and stop the tyrants.
Don't think this is fake, written script.
I was in the car when it.. flipped in the ditch.
When I came to, I couldn't move, was afraid to.
I aint the same dude, who can I put the blame to?
later found out, I was lucky to survive.
I should live stress free and be alive.
My freedom and my life no one can take from me,
cause the man I escaped from, was Ted Bundy.
The King presents.... "The Rewind"
***A recap of week 7's match ups***
Zenland earns his 2nd straight victory in a surprising forfeit win against Kuja.- The Zenmaster (4-3) is picking up steam of late as he earned his 2nd win in a row in a shocking forfeit from Kuja (2-4) who pulled his verse & signed out due to real life issues. Who knows how the votes would have turned out, but it looked like Zen was favored. An impressive rhyme scheme and a solid story was the factor among the voters.
Vulgar wins easily over a Witty-less showing, in a 11-0 landslide.- Vulgar (1-0) is back. He dropped a sure fire gem this week, only to go up against a half assed verse by his opponent, Witty (3-3) who did not have the inspiration to put together a complete story. Vulgar flexed his penmanship with ease & does not look like he has lost a step at all. That means danger for any competitor he goes up against. Witty will look to get back on track this week.
zygote hands Adonis his first loss in the season, in a 9-2 victory in the #1 contenders match.- You'd think that the quick topical writtens by zygote (5-1) would hurt him in his matches but that is barely the case at all. He cruised to a smooth 9-2 win over Adonis (3-1), who suffered his first loss of the season. Both received some mixed reviews from the voters, as they felt that both didn't bring their A-game in this match. zygote now looks for revenge in this weeks championship against 3x champion, Frank.
Que kicks off is AOWL debut with a 9-2 victory over Vinzr.[/I]- Que came. Que saw. Que conquered. Vinzr (3-2) was looking to keep up his impressive start to the season but dropped a dud compared to his opponent in his 9-2 loss. Que (1-0) was able to put together a fresh, original style piece that just attracted the voters his direction. Vin suffers his second loss in a row & has signed out of the league at the moment. Que looks to pull off another win against newcomer Xces, this week.
Ink survives in a close victory over c.d.m., 7-5.- These type of match ups always makes the heart pump a little more faster. At the end, Ink (3-1) was able to stand alone as the victor, edging the impressive c.d.m. (2-5), 7-5. The votes went back and forth until the very end, when Ink pulled out 2 straight votes to close it off. Both wrote some very interesting pieces & it was clear that the voters were split between which one had the better direction. Despite c.d.m's record, he is still a threat & will look to string together some victories. Ink is now in sole possession of first place in the Black division.
IAmBenT continues his rise as he upends Split, 6-2.- For a second, this battle looked like it was going to swing the other way, but IAmBent (3-1) was able to hold ground & take off with a second win in a row, a 6-2 victory over Split (3-3). BenT once again put together one of the cleaner and impressive verses of the week & could be a true contender for the title soon. Last week he earned VOTW & this week he easily is one of the writers who could contend for it. Split has continued on his rollercoaster trend this season. It's only a matter of time when we will see if he breaks out of the slump & begins a run.
TopicalDood5 hands The Vator his fifth straight loss, in a 6-3 win.- The rabbit hole continues to get deeper for Vator. He took an early 2-1 lead in votes before falling in the end, 6-3, to TopicalDood5 (2-0) who is really picking up steam. Dood once again put together a very well written story to follow up last weeks gem. For Innovator (2-5) it marks his fifth loss in a row though he has been holding his own in every match up & continues to improve.
King Keith survives a late surge to defeat Cereal_Killa, 6-4. (recap written by Split)- King Keith came out swinging with a highly structured realtime psychoanalysis of a killer and a detective. I guess it was a continuation of a previous work, I had not read it or forgot it. Expert wording and some really great metaphors within this properly written story. A lot of foreshadowing on both parts, something difficult to achieve in the small context of a topical. CK brought a very surreal story laden with poetic devices and metaphors. King Keith came across as a little thin but strong conceptually, and CK's was thick with meaning, though a tad aloof. King Keith ultimately won, which I would attribute to his more accesible content and tangibly terrifying atmosphere.
Frank makes it 3 successful title defenses in a row, as he cruises to a 12-1 pounding over Red glare.- When the smoke cleared & the dust settled, Frank (6-0) stood once again, unscathed & still the AOWL Champion, drumming Red glare (4-2) 12-1. It was one-sided, as the voters felt Franks great imagery & detail in his story clearly outshined the interesting content of Red's piece. Red was riding on a 3 match win streak, surging up the rankings but couldn't put together enough to knock Frank off the throne. The win sets Frank up with a rematch against zygote in the AOWL championship match.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8iBl681oUeE&feature=share&list=PL5D1F5662BA4BEB02
[B]BATTLE OF THE WEEK
FRANK (Titanium) (6-0) VS. RED GLARE (TITANIUM) (4-2)
Despite the large gap in the final tally, this match featured two very good writers who dropped some fire. Frank emerged as the victor and remains champion despite the effort by Red to be the first to dethrone him.
Red glare's verse:
Jesus Christ appeared in the golden flood lights; captive in joy;
basking in joy; he waved me forward; through the field of jasmine;
overjoyed - with happiness; I blushed a blasphemous, flash of the void:
I was ecstatic; I acted coy; In a trance; poised; in rags of decoy;
under the sequoia tree; furthest expression; from that of annoyed.
enchanted; the voice was pure passion deployed
toying with the emotions; of those who inhabited troy;
the masked-men; the black smith; the rabid, the droid
all caught in my auras omega-blast and destroyed.
the rabbit - runs across the field; faster then noise;
the non-believers are captured; dispatched as employed
angels; wing spans; that caused drafts that dampened the spirits of 'bad';
who Sigmund Freud would later psycho analyze; as cracked,
language the lord would not entertain;ears clasped to avoid;
4 corners of earth - unknown to maps and tabloids;
knowledge was power he had; in a bronze grasp of alloy;
From the western alps that lined france - the geograph of Savoy
to the windy city, ferocious flags of Illinois
to the Vietnam veterans of the capital of Hanoi
smiling; with gold teeth; dipping dumplings; splashing in soy
in south east china; chatting in Amoy;
decorative fish, ponds of red, white, yellow patterns of Koi
the Hawaiian woman offers him a bowl of; 'Sweetest mashings of Poi'
he travels around the world met with ever-lasting "Ahoy"
he is elite - Hoi Oligoi
his name is Roy Al.
''Captain Roy''
here to save planet earth from asteroid hemorrhoid
'king, you are not the Lord - perhaps it's a ploy' -
Jesus Christ had returned -
a black little boy
Frank's verse:
A european voyeur; stood steadfast across a roaring river.
He had found the forrest dwellers; absorbed in timber; a tribe of forty members.
Gathered on the river banks of no currency; the shores of splendor.
Where water was pure like pouring britta; the poor cleansed their pores in swarms of fingers.
Washed their wounds of war with pitchers; huge leaves; that caught the weather.
It was August 7th. The expedition lead us to a remote land; north of our villa.
Our mules saddled with swords, porridge and silver
The lush green jungle back drop was dead gorgeous -
Picture the glimmer of the reflective surface of water; our ancestors mirror;
Rushing, along and you are hardly remembered.
Mosquitoes bites through the long sleeves of the Nautica sweaters
Every body is on anti-malaria measures - cautious as ever.
We have embarked on our endeavors; and have found the lodge in the forest's swelter.
The people here are wearing no clothes; torso of feathers.
The last shred of dignity for humankind - found in the wardrobe of settlers.
It is early morning; the sun has risen; their snores have been censored.
The microphone - video camera equipment are morphing together.
Their children run and play on the brown soil - rich with corpses; filtered
Fresh with the remnants of foot prints; of back and forth trekkers;
The smoke wafts through the forrest off a glorious ember
We are standing in the very spot that bore our predecessors;
The great frontier; this imaginary line forms the sectors;
The forgotten man; drawing sand script - sanskrit - foreign letters
Planes fly over head like a large birds - born with engines
According to legend... these people are the last of the forrest dwellers
So isolated; they've escaped both benefit and burden - sworn from heaven
They haven't saw us yet. They are still busy with the morning agendas.
Our guide, tells us - "whatever we do; Do not shout towards the Seneca
It is important not to disturb the 4th world" he says - adoring vigor.
We had toured through dementia; time warped visitors
The smell of tobacco drifted across the river into our nostrils; calming force of fementa
The Sun beamed off our liquor flask; and it a dawned; a dilemma
The natives gathered; we were now the ones being explored from the perimeter
Our awesome adventure was now danger; breath shortness; Guerilla
We all waved our white hands with reassurance and quivered.
The Indian loaded his bow and let it soar for Seneca.
Standing there - shooken down to the core of our center
"return fire!"
VERSE OF THE WEEK
"Cruelty is no alien concept."
written by Vulgar
He made his debut & certainly showed his talents. A great conceptual piece written with perfect mechanics, strong word choice & diction, Vulgar shows us that he has not lost a step & looks to be a force in these last few weeks of the season. For that, he earns VOTW.
Was their ever life on Earth? The alien race frolicked at first
Grey, weightless bodies, inert...
Data sponges sucking up human history for all it was worth
Their research highlighted all of the worst, from nuclear war to genocide
Of course, pesticides were abhorred, & generalized as lawless cause if pressurized
These visitors from the Northern Gemini’s were universally lauded, and recognized
As the most empathetic race in the multiverse:
Their disciplines auroraboreal, not perennial
They’d stop imperial flocks with glossy mandibles, & aiming rocks from Zanzibo
Tonsils locked in harpist acid tones, sounding like a Maharashtra anecdote
Even the death of a planet was given the option of cremation or proper burial
They were simply immaterial, in peaceful existence, ancient, compelled
To preserve every nation of health at every far corner, solar system or atrium belt
and so through their info-technology and patient intel…
They studied human fate as it spelled H.A.T.E. in this latent matrix of hell
Why the destructive ace had been dealt; the reasons why civilizations would melt
Transmitting the bizarre occurrence known as the Holocaust…
The alien race crowed so loud that their tracheas swelled,
Henceforth, it was a nightmare to compare this dreadful species to their sapient selves
For these “people” outer life was misunderstood,
their most prided authors were lame in tongue - many were strange, debunked
War of the Worlds, giant squids, flying saucers and laser guns?
Farewell, humankind. Or as the Spanish tribes said, “Sionara, your day has come!”
In some novels, they’d strike the “Taurans” with blades and grunts
Exterminate entire planets in some cases, their tridents garnished with native blood
“The fruits of their labor was war, our fruits are enlightment, fauna & Gaelic plums
They can’t rewind Rwanda, nor the Third Reich, Crusades or the famine plunge”
Massacres weren’t far in between, but close in succession
Potent aggression was the negotiable weapon. Hope was the antidote for progression
Take for example the Cambodian death stints, or the Romans, the Hessians
A bunch of test tube children who’d dump dead schools into oceans of brethren
When the Inquisition was unearthed, the aliens decided to leave promptly
As they began to see through wet beady eyes what evil could be, possibly
Excommunicated library archive of the extinct: a ferocious breed
Who compulsively composed debris, and ate themselves to death so hopelessly
At war with another like termites, ants and a grove of bees; shrimp of immobile seas
While alien laws for galactic grace firmly stated: Existence is poetry.
On the spiritual coasts of peace…their screens fizzed, began to palpitate fumes
Meanwhile, back on their home planet, “Ancient Humans” was about to debut
Featured vote: Adonis.
Vulgar - "These visitors from the Northern Gemini’s were universally lauded, and recognized...As the most empathetic race in the multiverse:" Creamed my panties, you are entering delicate world that is most true so far."They were simply immaterial, in peaceful existence, ancient, compelled...To preserve every nation of health at every far corner, solar system or atrium belt"...More amazing writing here..."The alien race crowed so loud that their tracheas swelled,...Henceforth, it was a nightmare to compare this dreadful species to their sapient selves" I fear you are beginning to match rhyme with meaning. Not a good thing for the rest of us, I vote Witty in a beneficial "cock-block" fashion. "Sayonara" is not Latin."Native blood/ Blades and Grunts" Who are you??? I love the fact that you are actually "rhyming first", then meanings second. Although that gives you a disservice because you are melding them together and excreting a rather fluid, yet meaningful matter of words. A story of earth and its parasites, who have grown to create resentment from the creators..."a bug eyed" alien kind who know true peaceful knowledge. Exterminate as the cockroach vs. a boot, or however you put it, ingenious as usual, only I see a more developed rhyme pattern which I both fear and so badly want from you. Gold, thus far front runner for VOTW compared to my other 6-8 verses read.