SLAM ROUND 1 - Poets

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  1. UFO the Phoenix

    UFO the Phoenix I DONT BELIEVE IN ALIENS!

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    1) RC
    2) Philly 215
    3) TrueEmcee
    4) Coined
    5) Poet X
    6) D Ray
    7) K. Loye *Bit off more then he could chew* - his poem doesnt count


    Verse's due Friday 13.....any topic....(under 40 bars RECOMMENDED)
    test
  2. Madnick

    Madnick Modern Laureate

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    I thought I was in this but guess not. K.Loye should be taken outta the mix because he's a bitter.
    test
  3. Philly_215

    Philly_215 The Silent Poet

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    so is there where we drop our verses ???
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  4. UFO the Phoenix

    UFO the Phoenix I DONT BELIEVE IN ALIENS!

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    Madnick check the Hat drawing thread your in Round 2

    http://board.rapmusic.com/showthread.php?t=886106

    Philly - yes you post your poems in this thread

    DEAD LINE MIDNIGHT FRI 13

    K loye.............................................................................D-qualified for biting on other sites and bringing it to the Realm - his poem will not be accepted

    aight ya'll lets have a clean SLAM with no drama....
    test
  5. Philly_215

    Philly_215 The Silent Poet

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    Sleep walking

    i attempted to write this the way i would speak it at a poetry slam. so feel me !!

    sleep. . . . walking
    to restless to lay still cause my minds eye
    is focused on large bills
    ending up with small faced tens
    and discolored twenties
    to pay bills beyond my means
    the starting transition of a fiend
    the hustle of a hustler, reason for vague dreams,
    breaking down details to the minuscule degree
    up nights. . .

    Sleep. . . . stalking
    things that counter my religious up bringing
    split decision turn into reoccurring things,
    sprouting wings infecting my un-conceived seed
    dismantling the future at the same moment it had a chance to breath
    making my foundation quiver,
    causing my subconscious to work over time,
    making my body react by . . . .

    Sleep. . . . walking
    eyes wide shut to reality with out this weed,
    this liquor,
    this tight tummy fat waist no name feminine fatal next to me
    sweet. . . . talking
    my demons, paying certain prices hoping they'll let me be
    as I'm going thru withdrawals of substances my body can no longer endure
    I'm at war with my veins to stay in the same place,
    but they refuse me, as they dry and wither away

    I drift,
    sleep. . . .
    speaking truth in whispers ,
    under the noise of the streets
    walking. . . .
    to a silent beat,
    straddling a fine line, as unknowns lay lurking on either side
    stalking. . . .
    as the hunter becomes the hunted by a instrument of his own design..
    sleep. . .
    walking. . . .
    aimlessly walking blind
    long lost of my goals
    I now rub elbows for nickels and dimes,
    tap dance to the chime as they drop in my cup,
    one pity at a time . . . . .
    test
  6. Seqwel

    Seqwel New Member

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    Nothing

    Good luck to everyone, I hope to read some really good stuff here tonight.


    this is an ode to nothing
    because
    i am owed nothing
    the cause
    i ask for nothing
    and i get nothing

    because i am nothing
    or broken apart
    i am no thing

    i am not a thing
    nor am i an object
    an object of love
    an object of interest
    an object of passion

    and i object to the nothings ive become

    i once had dreams
    i once believed i could be anything
    then anything became a something
    now something tells me i cant be anything
    and nothing gives me hope

    im twenty one years old now
    one third of the average life span
    one foot of a yard
    two feet for the grave

    one ring of a circus
    trying to bring balance
    i stay high, wired
    waiting to be shot from the cannon
    propelled to either greatness or death

    earn your cash
    or urn your ash

    but how can I make an honest living
    when I'm living a lie?

    because money is the root of all evil
    and evil is the root all all goodness
    there is a yin for every yang
    and there is a lyric for every note

    but sometimes
    music doesnt need lyrics to move you
    and its better left to the imagination

    and sometimes
    there won't be a yang til there is a yin
    but need is caused by despiration
    so, i ask myself why...
    test
  7. Poet x

    Poet x a ploy at being human...

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    Limited resources yield the end of man

    Let’s have sex on the beach,
    Intimate contact, unprotected sex, that’s elite
    Mature consenting adults crushing, Marvin Gaye, “let’s get it on” plays softly, so sweet
    Its time we set the mood,
    Time for eruptions, orgasms, doesn’t that feel goooood?
    Eat up the moment as a child is conceived,
    Depletion of resources is the issue, truth is we’re about to leave,

    Remember our planet, and its carrying capacity,
    Erogenous desires, uniformed, thee audacity
    So many mouths to feed, fuck, lets make another,
    Or planet is filling swiftly, even though we kill one another
    Under so many peoples noses the treat becomes pending,
    Reformation of our ways is vital, but I don’t see us bending,
    Circumstances that we’re in, definitely time wont amend,
    Every one breeds like rabbits,
    Starvation causes our end!

    Yes I know, that rough sex with a penis, unprotected
    Enhances pleasure for both partners,
    Inevitably it’s selected,
    Long before there were Trojans, honey and herbs what they used,
    Desires can be fulfilled as long as a condom you choose!

    The time is now for reformation
    Haughty, ignorant masses, loins all need containment,
    Everyone will reap the benefits, I promise!

    Expect to live longer?
    No one really does,
    Damage done to our environment, is to late to un-buzz,

    Open season on souls,
    For evil, hell bowls, for us!

    Manage your organs, stay protected, you’ll see
    All humans can survive , another decade or three
    Never forget the message that will keep man alive…
    test
  8. TrueEmcee

    TrueEmcee Run.

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    yo, UFO has all of my verse. i sent it to him and i don't have a second copy.
    test
  9. UFO the Phoenix

    UFO the Phoenix I DONT BELIEVE IN ALIENS!

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    "TO LOSE A DREAM COME TRUE"

    By TrueEMcee

    this, my precious, is for you...

    bunches of butterfly beasts manifest,
    moms spaghetti slowly starts s p r e a d i n g across the floor,
    meeting destiny eye to eye,
    in the background a violin is stretching its chords.

    rain forces the suns rays into submission,
    as a beautiful afternoon develops an eerie silence,
    the pitter patter of rain drops prove identical to tears,
    in my little letter to my ominiscent highness.

    the clock is running and my heart is stop-ping,
    packed an ice filled glass of water to fight off this fever,
    bones disengrating as a skeleton occupies my bed,
    i see the grim reeper.

    house lights dim while the moonlight falls asleep,
    coyotes howl, took midnight as its prey,
    skin shedding so swiftly no soul can see me shake,
    but there's steps to touch and obstacles in my way.

    the city seems so alive from a window,
    envious of all those people in the park talking,
    fear suffocates dreams as numbness is created,
    and all this once sure hope is halt-ing.

    somewhat suprising, somewhat predictable,
    prime innocence leading me to unfounded faith,
    it's eyes lie and it's face drips stains of satisfaction,
    letting it slip me gently into my grave.

    the telephone wires visit extinction,
    outside it continues to hail,
    you were in a sense my feeding tube,
    nolonger able to breathe, i turn pale.

    second guessing, obtaining that gunwrenching feeling,
    learning all about the class of U.S. history from you,
    the grim reeper slashes me with its weapons,
    this is what it's like to lose a dream come true.
    test
  10. -RC-

    -RC- Wordsman

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    In Check

    You played me...
    and so intricately too, I must commend you
    for making these moves...so planned,
    so exact, to the very core of a
    heart once intact. Destroying me piece
    by piece, through a love I held
    too long.
    I will not play the pawn...
    You set me straight, like a rook
    moving forward to replace
    it's bait. Perhaps it's fate,
    or perhaps you played me from
    the first date, to set me up for humiliation in the
    worst way...
    But I prefered to stay, immersed my hurt
    with wordplay when I should have left you
    on the first day I knew you were wrong.
    I will not play the pawn...
    I'm enslaved in a game where
    queens rule, and one match can go on
    for weeks too.
    Every warning from my friends seemed to be true...
    But with each move you kept me in check,
    kept my mind perplexed with sheer
    disrespect.
    I let my mind reflect on the last moon I saw
    from above, since you stole the Knight from me and
    took the 'L' out of Love.
    I've simply had enough, infact i'm happy you're gone.
    I will not play the pawn...
    i've been unfairly had, but i'm fairly glad. The day
    you saw me with another made you barely
    sad.
    So I will have the last laugh, you've made your
    moves, but neglected my defense.
    You thought the game was yours, but it's been
    much more intense.
    So forget the suspense, I'll just make the last move,
    Your time to play me is severely past due...

    Checkmate.
    test
  11. UFO the Phoenix

    UFO the Phoenix I DONT BELIEVE IN ALIENS!

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    ^nice round ya'll........

    RC....Philly....and Truemcee were the crowds favorites

    props to ya'll....and thanks to everyone else that came through
    test
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