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Serenade on D-Day
[center]Serenade On D-Day
The music is unpracticed, the notes undying, the melody haunting, her smile taunts me...Amid the radiation, laughter drowned out by screams Love itself has fallen to it's knees slain along side our bleeding dreams, brothers in arms they were, and so it seems that he is all left for her, and she for him , no twilight no ending, merely them...In their arms they cradle the final hym, in their hearts the ever lasting chorus of love, in their eyes no existence of time to their skin no feeling of deaths touch, only fond memories of the strongest embrace as the world fell fast asleep to the final lullaby, So all that is left are the remnants of tears that even in death cannot dry, tears in the eyes of skelletons , a man Clutching his girl...and an ancient melody in the aftermath of destructions dawn...the sad song of "A wonderful World" By: Sphinx Written in loving memory of those awaiting the end [/CENTER] |
wow that is really good
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thaks sis I appreciate it
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your welcome^_^
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A Poets Collage of life
oh know that one was really tight bro :D :cool:
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thanks man*smiles*
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perverted lyrics emanated from deranged spirits/
Masters of deceit, thriving on the sins they teach/ fully aware of the fact our young imitate what they preach/ Children March along to rhythm of the demon Piper’s beats/ Instilling in children hate, erasing all trace of fear, No respect for our Martyrs/ Nothing left dear/ In vain we call back but to no avail, cuz now they can't here,/ No aim but too march forward with the devil in their ears... |
More stuff coming soon...and look out for my mixtape!!!!
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forgot to give name of mixtape-*Meditative Millitants-Insurgency volume1*
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Wow it's been forever since I posted on this thread of mine...well any way here's a poem I wrote for a loved one during christmas and never posted...she was/is the girl of my dreams
Caritas: selfless love Through the inferno I've fought for a chance to glimpse ur heart/ So many demons slain by my hands to preserve ur soul/ Poems of longing and heartache Lyrics of suffering you'll never know/ From the void I came to u/ By ur choice I remain from now until the end of forever's existence or until ur heart has been changed/ In the blink of twilight I found my heart bound 2 yours/ And so till the dawn of Armageddon I am eternally yours, chained 2 ur will, to do with as u please, Merry Christmas my luv from the warrior poet under ur tree. / :cool: |
It's not cute new big sister ...It is a testiment of my love<(^_^<)
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Sorry I droped of the face of the earth guys. I'm back at least for a litte while.
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WOW...I've missed u so much Natsume...Time has been tearing me apart, I deeply missed u. I've thought about u every day, seriously everyday
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C'mon Sphinx I'm gonna blush if you don't stop :o
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Yo mate. I just discovered this awesome thread
Keep writin lyrics man these are awesome |
Oh tru thanks 4 dal luv man...I do it all for the luv, and for my sanity...
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Poetry? Hm, I'll contribute too. :p
This is an old poem, pretty darkish. My style has changed since then, but oh well. :D The fairies' song It’s been several years since the fairies sang the lament of the rain under a shivering sun -dull, dirty yellow- Several weeks since he last saw the sparrow’s dance on my heartbeat -and a bloom, any bloom except for those ghastly guardians of white marble- Several moments since the thick, black cold since the eyelid closure since the raw fear the regret since the smudge on my face- and then rain again. But the fairies, those sly, little creatures, are tired of singing anymore. |
Wow I've gotta say I'm impressed by all the creativity, and that was a great poem too Marlene. If you want you can check mine out in a previous post.
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Thanks! I read it; it's very, very original. :)
This is a more recent one: Kim She's not for you yet pretty little thing aged thirteen still she plays with plastic dolls on a worn sofa the stench of old whiskey mixed with broccoli and dust somewhere in the promised land of lost Dreams she dreams of angels with crimson lipstick and axes behind their back Kim aged fourteen now she stomps on ants her bedroom vomits posters of rock stars but she won't forget to go to church every Sunday like her mom and her aunt and Dave who slaps his wife when his only white shirt stinks of his own sweat and old Jenna who doesn't understand why her kind and sweet boy grew up to become a drug zombie (since when has he had that hollow look in his eyes?) but yes she won't forget to go to church and daydream of someone's wet lips as she sings along with the chorus chastely- she doesn't know it yet but don't worry we're getting her ready for you, Future lover Future husband, soon we will present you with your very own Wasted Woman copyright Millennium to command. |
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WOrrds
Symphony of the Street's Samurai Right Hand grippin the blade of knowledge, Discard lies learned in college Left hand grippin a bottle of Gin, To calm demons within/ Perhaps to quench the thirst of my Hellfire inside/ Devils Homeostasis which I must attempt to overide...So I inhale the cannibus and retreat to mind/ Once inside, the meditation must begin/ to fortify my spirit against the evils patrolling within/ And on the outside I visualize and read the face of assassins who seek to transform my being ---into that of the deceased/ Never will I rest in peace...Until enemys fall or retreat/ But since retreat is not permitted they now Bleed at my feet/ Such is my life Until a Nine's Scream erases every trace of me from these streets/ These are merely my words of Blackness left for revolutionaries to ponder, No peace until the war has ended and remeber "Death before Dishonor" This was originally going to be the first verse in a rap track...with a little tweeking it still may- b-:cool: |
Luv sucks
How We End
Like a dog I waited for my master's return... The wait worse than the pain of the hellfire's burn Yet through all of my torture for u I was concerned... And now u've returned, I greeted u lovingly...I always have, Unknowigly the next favorite victim of loves rath... The next unlucky survivor scared by cupid's bullet wound... Man fuck his sloppy aim, wish he had laid me in my tomb... Or maybe it was just me, treatin my heart like it's somethin I really needed...Listenin to it's lies again...same mistakes repeated Should of listened to them rappers who say show women no love...The ones who say "Bitches are Skandalis " and "don't give 'em shit Bruh"...But Me being Me I had to learn the hard way...Keep any emotions left in check...and burry ya heart far away...This way you'll never know the feeling of luv unreturned... SO with a heart coated in stone we END and A LESSON IS LEARNED By Sphinx: 02-15-08 "If love is really a gift, and truly so grand...it would seem that such a gift is wasted on man" |
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u_u... ... ... I have been outdone to the extent that I will now cry in my room alone, as I have failed as a poetic writer when compared to you XD |
Hahaha
Sorry I've been away forever...Did anyone miss me???:confused: :cool: :confused:
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I wrote a poem too. |
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New poem
Golden trees and Beatboxin Weed
Perhaps it was the Cannibas or maybe just life or maybe the pain killers, or perhaps just 2 many rhymes or possibly it was the hallucinagens that seem to ooz from my mind/ Or it could have been the fact that I just woke up with food on mind Starving with nothing to find/ Nothing to find, mean nothing upon which I can feed/ Can't breath...is it just the rhythm of the weed/ A freestyle of Bliss that emanates from the seeds/ So I can't help but rhyme with it so listen my children please/ Listen to my please/ Inhale the message and freeze/ Vibrate to poetry / Live and grow up to be trees/ so I can roll u one day, and you interwine with my inner being By Sphinx:cool: Here's the latest |
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Thanks it's crazy as hell aint it?
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Somewhere a brother meditates to the spiritual songs of
Buddha/ Elsewhere a Samuri surveys the world attop the Lion of Juda/ The mind poses more power than any can weapon bring/ So hone ur strength through study only then can man become king/ Nourish the earth with purity only then can Gaia be queen/ Weild ya psyche like a mental Excalibur to topple evil regeims/ Never loose sight of Glorius victory, no matter how dark the future seems/ Let isis wipe the tears from ur eyes, before u rest warrior and dream of splendid things:cool: :cool: :cool: Freestyle Freestyle!!!!!!!!!!!!1 |
Man, here rhymes shine, I want mine to be like these, they like a sign in the dark times or in wars landmines, they blow and scars and hearts bleed and minds
are full of thoughts like yours you can see farther than your nose and yo udont pose and my mind blows when I read these thoughts. what you do my brother, is awesome, keep up the good work and all other things as well. |
Thanks bro ur words inspire me
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You rock man:vsign: |
Oh how marveolus to bask in the untainted splendor that is divine brotherhod!!!
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Rememberance I suppose I do this simply because I feel something/ And at the end of the day It's suppose to mean something/ Breath something into the soul of th world/ Leave craters as my footsteps everywhere that I went/ That's why I'm careful in what I say, so every word I meant/ No time to make mistakes and have to retrace only movement is ever forward- it's 2 short of a race/ So remember me for my words remember me for my soul/ Remember me for my warmth when my body grows cold/ Remember me for my mind, remember me for my heart/ Remember me as a man remember me 4 my art/ Tears disable sight so I seldom cry/ I cherish my masterpeice so I must be allowed to visualize/ I no longer scream in the dark because now I cherish silence/ I've laid my sword to sleep no longer a child of violence/ The road stretches beyond sight but I've come so far/ Impervious to failure because I fought so hard/ Remember me For the struggle/ Brush ur hand upon my scars/ So remember me for my words remeber me for my soul/ Remember me for my warmth when my body grows cold/ Remember me for mind, remember me for my heart/ Remember me as man remember me 4 my art Sphinx 03-26-08 :cool: |
You're a good writer
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Thanks and likewise to you!!!!*smiles*
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Freestyle
Fleeting like harmonies carressed by the sweetest of rhymes/ Unstable like Foundations in the addict's mind/ Crack is the ink with which write/ Cannabis is food for thought/ Inspired to inhale it all, as I passed the murder seen walking around the Block/ swift gaze but not swift enough to evade a shot from the cops/ 03-27-08 |
I like your style. I don't really have a style...
Keep up the good work:vsign: |
Nothin
The DIvide
Flipping through the heavens breezin through the stars/ Explorin that which is deeper than the depths of our hearts/ Searchin for the beyond like a mortals hidden scars/ Intricate emptiness/ Is all the eyes sees/ But the soul knows something holds heaven from me/ A barrier to blind and turn my my mind from what I seek/ I don't trust these stars so I treat 'em like the streets/ Both of 'em lie/ Though different parts of the sky/ One looks up one looks down/ Deppendin on where ur at that seen flips around/ Divided by the night/ I fear for my soul I'll lose/ So calmly I sit and wait to be erased by the dark side of the Moon/ Sphinx:cool: ..Today on 03-28-08 |
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