deadman - GRAVETRIPPER

[dead man]

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samurai soul. self sacrifice who sat in a grove
watched the valleys grow to cityscapes and vanish below
it could be simple. like a ripple in a glass of merlot
a flash of the bulb, grainy photograph, thumbtacked to a post
let me relax. pass me a bowl. inhale. catch me a cold
keep our conversations light. mindset blackness. the crow
flamethrow the industry. incinerate her majesty's throne
embers ashy like your knuckles when you wrinkle your nose
have a toast. when we celebrate it's laughter and jokes
then it's reminiscing. buried issues. acid we dosed
alleyway and misdemeanors. phantoms and ghosts
we've never crossed the cliffside. but we have to be close
take notes. abstract smoke until we've graveled our throats
live in squalor but we dream inside a palace of gold
i've decided to go. summarize the visit, tell me goodbye
fare thee well synthesized. doors that slam in the night
desert sand and pentagrams and mescaline highs
not another vice is so self-centered as pride
don't let me down, just let me die. every sentence is fine
tuned like blues musicians in a century's time
exhibitionistic emperor who's dressed to resign
the Peoples Temple accepted me then left me behind
death in your eyes. becoming beautiful is only a slice
away from bathtub runways and celebrity life.
open you twice, steel wool stitch design recapture your light
before the black is permanent instead of alright.
gnats and mice. pork and rice, pad thai dinner arrangements
kissed her grave just to think about how bitter it tasted
that sinking sensation, all too familiar, let it dissolve
alka seltzer. aspirin regiments and medicine balls
telephone calls collect like a fortunate lick
i've been victimized by imitation more than a bit
his lordship. mighty morpheme power laser equipped
horseback ranger with an arrow pointed straight at your neck
leave me exempt. forget your hall of fame and respect
probably rated best. i haven't bothered to check
molten lava. magma melodies that melted the wax
whether crystalized or fluid our intelligence stats
candles and chrysanthemum, that sensory snap
crackling like cherrywood. that's Frank with an axe
make me detach. watch it petrify and fade into blue
i'm only strange serendipity like you..


DEADMAN

[PancakeBrah]

i challenge you to write something happy.

[oats]

Weird. I read this and it reminded me of something you wrote before, and I couldn't remember it except for one description ("oasis of fidelity and honest compassion). So I googled that and voila, here it was:

http://m.datehookup.com/forums.aspx?p=forumposts&forumthreadid=993895&rewrite=1

So don't listen to pancake. People out there need these lyrics to get pussy.

[dead man]

Omg.

I need to stop this.

[Certain]

Weird. I read this and it reminded me of something you wrote before, and I couldn't remember it except for one description ("oasis of fidelity and honest compassion). So I googled that and voila, here it was:

http://m.datehookup.com/forums.aspx?p=forumposts&forumthreadid=993895&rewrite=1

So don't listen to pancake. People out there need these lyrics to get pussy.

This is my favorite thing now.

[dull boy]

Life is ruff and your passion to express your inner conflict is a cry for someone to love you, even through your countless betrayals. Perchance, two wounded hearts will line up with Cupid's aiming bow! Maybe after that Casablanca tape runs out.

lol

[Wise Wiggles]

This is what I like. never change.

[dead man]

Life is ruff and your passion to express your inner conflict is a cry for someone to love you, even through your countless betrayals. Perchance, two wounded hearts will line up with Cupid's aiming bow! Maybe after that Casablanca tape runs out.

lol
Nvm guess I don't recognize your particular brand of weird comment as well as I thought. That woman is strange indeed.

Is that a DIFFERENT dating site too? Ugh

[dead man]

If you google the name markuschristoph you can see how many of my fucking verses this scumbag faggot has posted as his own on that site. One was kinda funny but this is too much. I am legitimately fucking heated right now but I'm mobile and there's nothing i can do about it.

Formally requesting anybody to make an acct there and expose this fucking idiot. If not I'll just do it when I get to a computer. Jesus.

[Eŋg]

wonder who the fuck it is.

[big baby]

I just messaged him. He said he hasn't gotten laid.




explains the sad verses.

lol jk

Life is ruff and your passion to express your inner conflict is a cry for someone to love you, even through your countless betrayals. Perchance, two wounded hearts will line up with Cupid's aiming bow! Maybe after that Casablanca tape runs out.

jk again.

But yeah, this was nice. The thing about your verses is that it's heartfelt and monotonous, yet very smart and underlined. One of my paragraph verses couldn't prompt such a response but the weirdness allocates a different emotion - which is more closely constituted to weirdness, abstract, and spontaneity, where yours is a more of a commercial emotion , sadness, confusion and empathy. More regular people, whether into cadence or not will always understand what that is moreso than the former emotions. This was good. I stopped reading about 9/10ths of the way through, not due to boredom but because Pancakes comment prompted me to scroll down. I see

[dead man]

"markuschristoph reseda"

thanks bwhahahahaaha i didnt know emotions worked that way. is happiness commercial too?

[Wise Wiggles]

lets kill this loserrrrr

[Fig]

Lmao it seems like this guy hasn't stolen a verse since 2012 though

I'd say let it go. Obviously nothing became of it. Dude's just a loser.

[dead man]

True. Didn't even check the dates of the posts... You are a calming presence fig

[Split]

opener was serene. how Jack and Aku.

bathtub runways was unreal, really enjoyed the original idioms throughout. things that aren't consciously conceptualized but exist in all of our lives. If this little forum had any readership the effects would be shakespearian. I think about that all the time.


this verse felt dusky. anti-finite but limited. the fuzzy scrapings of shadowfall within the in between. commuter rail nostalgia.


I feel as though this piece was a search for a feeling or idea too subtle for description, too many shades of gray, but perhaps it is a very particular feeling or idea that isn't as commercialized as hallmark greeting card emotion tones


it was all very comfortable and personable, but not emphatic. well-written vent or release without being contrived literature like so many drops seem to be (not u personally I mean everyone's always grinding for recognition).

I enjoyed it though. Keep writing black.

[Ghost1]

If you google the name markuschristoph you can see how many of my fucking verses this scumbag faggot has posted as his own on that site. One was kinda funny but this is too much. I am legitimately fucking heated right now but I'm mobile and there's nothing i can do about it.

Formally requesting anybody to make an acct there and expose this fucking idiot. If not I'll just do it when I get to a computer. Jesus.

Lol lolol lol

If he's smashing a considerable amount of punani tho....then would this dissuade you....or infuriate u further?

[big baby]

"markuschristoph reseda"

thanks bwhahahahaaha i didnt know emotions worked that way. is happiness commercial too?

dont call me bwhaha david. dat not me. also, yes. good 2 no im teaching u a lesson

[dead man]

Lol lolol lol

If he's smashing a considerable amount of punani tho....then would this dissuade you....or infuriate u further?
fuck. that is a brain teaser

on one hand, it would give me pride that something i wrote makes depends drop off the bedridden whales that likely frequent that site

on the other hand, those whale diapers are clearly being dropped for the wrong reasons in the hands of the wrong person. so that is infuriating.

i still want this motherfucker dead. but that is a unique perspective. thank you bags.

Split you are awesome. good looking out.

[Split]

black is ur first name actually Dave?

[Ghost1]

Gone@i still want him dead

Topicals ain't no joke!

I think I'd feel flattered....I Def get where ur coming from tho


On that same thought

U mind if I use some of ur deeper stuff on tinder?

Birches would be so confused when we talk in person like......ermm u are mildly retarded how did u write them poems :/

Haha too late! Congrats on the rape.

[dead man]

you would have a tinder. lmao

idk how serious you are but go for it man. i don't care. but if your victim happens to google the lyrics you may run into some awkwardness. unlikely sure but that would be lol-worthy.

even dickmouth markus could have used them if he had just asked beforehand in mid 2012.

[Ghost1]

May srsly topical the pussy

Will post if I do lol

[Bladed Thesis]

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samurai soul. self sacrifice who sat in a grove
watched the valleys grow to cityscapes and vanish below
it could be simple. like a ripple in a glass of merlot
a flash of the bulb, grainy photograph, thumbtacked to a post
The soul of a warrior, who witnessed the growth of something and then its downfall. Much could be read into this. "it could be simple" but it's not.
let me relax. pass me a bowl. inhale. catch me a cold
keep our conversations light. mindset blackness. the crow
flamethrow the industry. incinerate her majesty's throne
This feel very introspective and yet you throw in the "flamethrow the industry" and it changes the meaning of what came before. Does this mean you're talking about the industry previously, what you witnessed grow to cityscapes and then vanish? Hmm.
embers ashy like your knuckles when you wrinkle your nose
have a toast. when we celebrate it's laughter and jokes
then it's reminiscing. buried issues. acid we dosed
alleyway and misdemeanors. phantoms and ghosts
Meeting with old friends has a pattern of celebrating the goods time before descending in to remembering things, people, and places from our past we, mistakes and issues.
we've never crossed the cliffside. but we have to be close
take notes. abstract smoke until we've graveled our throats
live in squalor but we dream inside a palace of gold
i've decided to go. summarize the visit, tell me goodbye
fare thee well synthesized. doors that slam in the night
desert sand and pentagrams and mescaline highs
not another vice is so self-centered as pride
wishing to leave because for the pride?
don't let me down, just let me die. every sentence is fine
tuned like blues musicians in a century's time
exhibitionistic emperor who's dressed to resign
the Peoples Temple accepted me then left me behind
Abandonment after being called the People's Champ? How quickly the masses turn on the ones they love.
death in your eyes. becoming beautiful is only a slice
away from bathtub runways and celebrity life.
open you twice, steel wool stitch design recapture your light
before the black is permanent instead of alright.
"before the black is permanent instead of alright" rings as an afterthought. A casual side-thought.
gnats and mice. pork and rice, pad thai dinner arrangements
kissed her grave just to think about how bitter it tasted
that sinking sensation, all too familiar, let it dissolve
alma seltzer. aspirin regiments and medicine balls
The pace of this piece is picking up here, moving from the abstract remembering to personal. The grave mentioned and a "her". Is she really dead or just gone from you? Is there a difference?
telephone calls collect like a fortunate lick
i've been victimized by imitation more than a bit
his lordship. mighty morpheme power laser equipped
horseback ranger with an arrow pointed straight at your neck
victimized by imitation or legitimized by it? In who's mind?
leave me exempt. forget your hall of fame and respect
probably rated best. i haven't bothered to check
Probably but it doesn't make her grave any less real. What's worse? Doing it because it just helps you get the words out of your head or the fact that they think you do it for the Hall of Fame...
molten lava. magma melodies that melted the wax
whether crystalized or fluid our intelligence stats
candles and chrysanthemum, that sensory snap
crackling like cherrywood. that's Frank with an axe
make me detach. watch it petrify and fade into blue
i'm only strange serendipity like you..
serendipity is such an ass...
DEADMAN
An interesting piece. Kind of all over the place and yet an over-arching focus. Fame, the industry, Hall of Fame. Words all created and re-defined to mean something they don't and given such emphasis.

I don't think anybody can tell you what you meant from a piece other than yourself. We can only tell you what your words mean to us and what we see in them.

[dead man]

you are right about that. good looking out man. i appreciate your thoughts on it.

last jump. i have a lot of comments to give.

[Rahiim]

stop trying to make the things you say sound meaningful filling weak bars with a bunch of meaningless crap meant to sound profound or relevant with your attempts at speaking poeticly, you have weak rhymes and no flow, that whole verse was a desperate attempt to set a tone to sound good when you know in reality subconsciously that you have no lyrical substance within your entire cranium

[NYCSPITZ]

word, lmfao at cherry wood frank with an axe,

How do u operate at this high mental platform and harmonize with the force, alcohol sometimes?

[dead man]

we can't talk here nyc. its not safe...
Frank

[NYCSPITZ]

.. Frank

[Exis]

samurai soul. self sacrifice who sat in a grove
watched the valleys grow to cityscapes and vanish below
it could be simple. like a ripple in a glass of merlot
a flash of the bulb, grainy photograph, thumbtacked to a post

^^Nice.

i've been victimized by imitation more than a bit
his lordship. mighty morpheme power laser equipped
horseback ranger with an arrow pointed straight at your neck
leave me exempt. forget your hall of fame and respect
probably rated best. i haven't bothered to check
molten lava. magma melodies that melted the wax
whether crystalized or fluid our intelligence stats
candles and chrysanthemum, that sensory snap
crackling like cherrywood. that's Frank with an axe

^^Dope.

This is good Black...imagery is always a feature in your pieces and this had it in spades.Thought how you opened was slick, the middle was solid and what I quoted last was the best part of the verse.I have to be in the mood to read your work a lot of the time man, it's kinda depressin' and I'm an angry person lol...thoroughly enjoyable stuff though.

Stay upwards.