The Golden Pen Storybook

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  1. UFO the Phoenix

    UFO the Phoenix I DONT BELIEVE IN ALIENS!

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    The Golden Pen--Chapter 1: The Stranded (written by DaJackle)

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    The ocean was angry that evening
    her roar whipped lightning chains
    chipped the veins of my ship
    clipped the dreams of my crew
    and the black wings of death rose from beneath
    the boiling blood of her under water currents
    while torrents of mermaid manifest before my eyes
    carressing my cheeks with rough, rigid palms
    until the salty winds gave me a breath of rebirth
    coughing watered lungs and loneliness tamed heart
    fooled my eyes to dilate with fear
    until my senses revived the feelings in my body
    and reality came back to me like a baby's first vision
    after swimming the harsh sea of its mother's womb

    Illusion soon eluded my third eye
    the sun's glares tricked my pupils with mirages
    day after day
    while time froze for me, i see ships fly into my hands
    when a shiny object blinded my dreamful eyes from the horizon
    a bottled ship, inside
    with a golden pen
    and a starched papyrus

    The cork was moldy and damped
    i opened the bottle and retrieved the pen
    gazing it behind the sillohuette of the dying sun
    freedom lies in its tip
    bleeding black blood but red on the papyrus
    I spit rescue and help like a lost child
    and spoke my dreams and visions within the barrier of starch
    as each letter changed race from black to crimson red
    as though each words were scorching on fire
    dancing its own rhythem manipulating the clouds

    the heavy air flew the papyrus out of my hands
    out to the darken nimbus, dancing with the wind
    till a switf lightning crashed the edges
    lighting it on fire
    It must have been the sirens singing to my brain
    as though the squared earth was spinning in circles
    and time has a wish of dying young
    while the rapid movement made my blood rushed
    till i collapse letting go of my hopes

    when i came about
    hell sounds like a busy market street
    foot steps every where with wild chatters and screams for deals
    my head was spinning inside out
    with the hard golden pen in my hand
    with the papyrus blank and clean
    with my face confused and sick
    when i stood up, a gust came like a rushing crowd
    making my treasure fly into the busy street
    "Get out of the way!" a cart driver yell
    losing sight of my saviors
    but
    gaining my freedom
    and another chance
    to live



    The Golden Pen--Chapter 2: Lust (Written by Poetickz)

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    days go by when i sit isolated in my apartment, starin blankly at the white wall that stands before me.

    god, i need somethin else to do to occupy my time, but watchin tv, drinking, and jackin off jus bore me.

    i felt like my inner being was being sucked right out through my eyes from staring into this wall for so long.
    im not religious but i began to pray, praying for god to help me, to help me find something to entertain myself, somethin that would challenge me. then one day, the answer came...but hold on....

    i was walking through the busy streets of a market, shopping for the daily groceries and "reading material".

    grabbed my items and went to the lady cashier i wanted to hook up with for some time to check out, i pulled my check book, but no pen, odd thing, i usually carry one with me, but as luck would have it, a strange golden pen, kicked and battered, yet still continuing to have a golden aura. as i picked it up, the weight
    of the pen seemed ethereal.

    as if it was floating, but restrained by the grasp of my hand. i wrote my check, gave it to the cashier i knew so well. and left with the pen.

    a mistake as i would later find out, for as i observed this pen, etched in the side, a phrase, "unlock all your deepest desires within".

    it seemed as if god had answered my call. i was hoping it was true. i continued my my usual nightly routine of fantasising about the cashier, and suddenly the phone rang.

    stange, no one ever calls me. i answered, and a sweet feminine voice followed. it was the cashier i dreamt of so much. could this be? she wanted to meet up tonight and so to my feet i sprang.

    we met up in the park that night, but somethin happend, while talking with her, i felt a sensation, feelings i couldnt control.

    i felt as if i was possesed, i began grabbing her, kissing her, licking her, she resisted but all it did was make me more determined, i felt like vermin and wanted to stop, but my body wouldnt, and i dragged her into the bushes hoping to avoid the night patrol.

    the night grew cold, and i continued, ripping her clothes off, muffling her screams with scraps of her shirt stuffed in her mouth. then suddenly...i blacked out....

    the next morning i awoke to police draggin me off of her mamed body, bloodied, dehumanized. the police searched me, and pulled my belongings out of my pockets, including the golden pen.

    and now, i sit in a cell, convicted of rape, and 2nd degree murder. staring at the blank walls again, back to where i started, except now, i have no soul within
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    UFO the Phoenix I DONT BELIEVE IN ALIENS!

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    The Golden Pen--Chapter 3: Words of His Own

    (Written By Forword aka Sole Sovereign)
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    Two months had passed since he had done his bid
    A ton of shit weighed on his mind including this golden gift
    A present from a guard to go along with the check
    The present from the state for his blood and sweat
    Fuck the rest, he needs a page to bless
    No need to blaze the sess, just get to a place and test
    his steeze, he has to know
    whether or not his flow had to go
    He could destroy a mic before he went in
    But he replaced his life then with some weights and consignment
    He uncapped the golden pen and pressed the tip
    What came out was something blessed and righteous
    But something’s funny, these words were familiar
    They were dope then, but right now they were iller
    Who cares right? He just wrote it
    He could give a fuck if before they were quoted
    So he found some production and sought out a show and
    Rocked that bitch from top to bottom
    While his ego was growing
    Night after night he had grown to fame
    But never mind the fact it was over someone elses pain
    Till one day he realized what the pen had done
    Everything he hated in a bitch, he had turned into one
    Looked down at a stack of papers as he got out the shower
    His greatest hits in one place, rambling with power
    Each page was plagarized, only words had escaped him
    lonely verbs had been taken to rendevous with a pen,
    of a repeat offender who said he'd never do it again.
    Wiped the mirror clean, held his breath
    'til he was blue in the face.
    Wrote with his finger, an empty promise he knew was a waste
    cus he knows how it feels, when you cant think of a line
    and the thoughts are racing, but the ink's running dry.
    Been on writer's block.
    Been where writers flocked,
    and in his worst of years seen perserverant fighters drop.
    With all the expectations, he thought maybe its time to stop.
    When he couldn't tap the page, and have a blazin rhyme to jot
    Then he reminisced on the days before the cash was pourin'
    Blinked for an instant, his life flashed before him
    Picked up a notebook, he was so shook,
    of his former self he was scared to just go look,
    at the raps of a cat who was outta the high beams.
    A cat whose fake jewels turned his neck lime green.
    A lonely kid whose only bid was for the throne.
    whose itchy trigger finger had no cortisone .
    No more shit’s gotta end, my affair with the pen
    To repair and just mend he threw it into the air and just then
    He realized we’re all just here as men
    We're led to the water, each man must pour his own
    or his very last words, scribed on the cornerstone,
    will read the regrets of a man
    when not a soul is left in the stands
    and the tide washed away the footprints he left in the sand
    he sees himself in the mirror, eye to eye
    Words of his own,
    ….. something to be inspired by
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  3. UFO the Phoenix

    UFO the Phoenix I DONT BELIEVE IN ALIENS!

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    ***update***

    NEED POETS TO SHOW UP....ANYMORE NO SHOWS YOU LOOSE YOUR CHANCE/SPOT IN THE SERIES!!!!!!



    Chapter 01 Da Jackle (Thanks)
    Chapter 02 Poetickz (Thanks)
    Chapter 03 ForW0rd (Thanks)
    Chapter 04 RealMS (Thanks)

    Week 04.................................................MisterEthoughts no show

    week 05..................................................mind-soul no time *switch with Realms*


    .......................................................No show




    Chapter 05 (?) - Need someone to switch to do part 5....bring back the series

    Chapter 06 (Hold) -The Guy with a Pen

    Chaptet 07 ( Hold )-UFO *Holy Smoke??!*

    Chapter 08 ( Hold )-ManMadeofAshes

    Chapter 09 (Hold)-Absolute Zero

    Chapter 10-(Hold) Mc radical

    Chapter 11 (Hold)-Sykda -

    Chapter 12 (Hold)-Quotive





    SORRY FOR THE DELAY...NO SHOWS REALLY HURT THE STORY AND THE TIME SCALE LETS TRY TO STAY ON TOP OF THIS....THANK YOU
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  4. ManMadeofAshes

    ManMadeofAshes *DREAMER

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    too busy for week 4, but I am down to take on week 9 if I can. (is there a theme for this?) am I supposed to write in some certain direction. Anyway, if I can take the spot fill me in on some details.
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  5. UFO the Phoenix

    UFO the Phoenix I DONT BELIEVE IN ALIENS!

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    ^ Aight I got you

    anybody open to drop this week?...I'd hate to push this back but if MisterEthoughts doesnt come through we need a back up plan to keep it moving
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  6. PotHead

    PotHead average brilliance

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    yup,

    I'm still down.

    I may not post frequently, but I linger, lol.
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  7. Sykda

    Sykda New Member

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    Ill do it.. When does it have to be due by.. Im back... My internet got turned back on today.. So Ill be able to have it in.. Tomorrow if you demanded it.. but I would like a couple of days.. If I am allowed to do it..
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  8. UFO the Phoenix

    UFO the Phoenix I DONT BELIEVE IN ALIENS!

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    ^thanks man.....PM me with your email

    I was hoping you come back around I know you were interested

    You can fill in for week 12: (chapter 11)Jan 2-8 of 2005....lol....seems far away but trust me it isn't
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  9. Sykda

    Sykda New Member

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    My email is: Wutthafxck67@yahoo.com

    AIM: Words of Logic



    Yeah.. Ill definitly have it done... Couple ?'s though..

    Is there a limit on it?
    And does it have to continue off the previous one or can it just be about a golden pen?
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  10. UFO the Phoenix

    UFO the Phoenix I DONT BELIEVE IN ALIENS!

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    between 40-60 lines/bars

    and yes the story is all connected it has to continue from the previous writer.....read the first 3 chapters to get an understanding for the concept and where we taking it

    Holla
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  11. Poetickz

    Poetickz The Humble One

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    want me to fill in for this week? could always add on to what istarted in chapter 2...
    one
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  12. Sykda

    Sykda New Member

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    Mind Soul probably working on his.. It aint the 20th yet.. Is it??
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  13. RealMS

    RealMS Ne te quaesiveris extra

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    ^lol where I'm at in one more hour it will be. I'm after Mind though to avoid any confusion (UFO you still got my old date up there in the post ;) so I go for the week of 21-27 and as soon as Mind drops his I can get to working. I wanna drop mine kinda earlier b/c I'll be busy with family things and then Thanksgiving too. Where is MisterE? He must've forgotten...somebody give me a shovel lol jp.
    -PeAce
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    Poetickz The Humble One

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  15. UFO the Phoenix

    UFO the Phoenix I DONT BELIEVE IN ALIENS!

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    Aight I got you Realms we gonna need you to fill in for chapter 4....post it before thanksgiving if possible....go off the first 3 chapters and do your thing girl

    Mind $oul just couldnt find the time we know how that is so he'll come through on chapter 5


    Holla




    REALMS CHECK YOUR PM
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  16. RealMS

    RealMS Ne te quaesiveris extra

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    "The Golden Pen--Chapter 4: Where the Pen Goes, I Shall Pursue"
    11-22-04

    Out of reach was this "gift" at one time,
    Now I can only speculate if this was supposed to be.
    Was I the beneficial one to come upon this pen,
    It rose from the awakened orey-eyed waters somehow...
    Captivating me.
    Or maybe victim of such a gyp,
    How can I label me victim,
    Besides one of a beast,
    The product of being who doesn't deserve second breaths;
    Conscience no longer feeds me alibi to speak innocence,
    Maybe if I blow my senseless skull
    Against these wonderfully absurd blank walls...
    Maybe if I
    If I
    I
    Maybe if I...?
    ...Relapse...
    Writing with this pen again
    Ironic in its return
    Curiosity to question where did the guard
    Get this,
    But nobody converses with a criminal
    Who holds stained blood on his hands
    I'm not seeing repetition,
    On the side engraved the selfsame mystery
    Not mysterious for my mind,
    To unlock my deepest desires within
    Now its taken every thought I had
    From my mind.
    And I relocate myself without being on or beneath the surface,
    But respiring a cold hell's hoodlum, within.
    Inattentive to my needs, to see Sun-harvest seeds,
    So I, script the walls animating its bare cover,
    With a paint and brush negotiated from some long-termer
    Constituting my useless plea
    To withdraw accepting me ever free
    Into a place everyman claims has gates,
    When I decay take my remnants into fire-cremate...
    Dash my ashes over the lands, of my first encounter
    I'm soon running out of red and black,
    It drips down onto my hands
    Mixed with my blood from a cranium that lacerates its membranes,
    I rub the blend all over this crumbling place
    Mindless to fall reasonless
    A manifestation of lost sanity.
    Hunger to inscribe but I have no tools
    Why did I trade away the one
    Thing my center seems to lose?
    Looking for the negotiator I passed
    What was mine in the beginning to
    But I got word his cell's about to be vacant, damn,
    Transferring to the upstate penitentiary.
    ...Writhing without valid cause
    Except these thoughts cannot be seen
    Vengeance to destroy this interior demon,
    There has got to be a way to
    Fly the coop and escape.

    -I tried to get more into the dude's mind. It's [fudg'n] hard lol.
    -PeAce
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  17. UFO the Phoenix

    UFO the Phoenix I DONT BELIEVE IN ALIENS!

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    ^This was cool Realms thanks for dropping early...and yea this is sort of hard

    Aight Mind-$oul your up
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  18. Sykda

    Sykda New Member

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    Pretty nice... Ill give better critique when it aint 4am and I gotta wake up at 6am... It sucks! Good night.
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  19. Phonetixs

    Phonetixs . . ..carpenter's wisdom

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    if there is ANY room AT all....lemme in...
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  20. RealMS

    RealMS Ne te quaesiveris extra

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    Tomorrow is December 4th!
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