this was composed in a scrawl.
cc: laykorn


Unspoken

the ways of man is hypocritical, synonymous to a pharisee,
& feminism is a demon in the world of phalluses,
how we dance to baneful hymns, diabolically musical,
& how bribery & corruption are bilaterally symmetrical,
how the Creator's relegated, now it's anarchy & violence,
how we bow to philosophy & the statuettes of science,
how we are kith to immorality & kin to sin,
even our realities are akin to lucid dreaming, & our feelings grim,
this is the truth in rhymes from the caverns of my mind,
for the buoyant, penurious & boulevard swine,
for the vagrants & vagabonds who don't have a dime,
& for the fatigued traveller craving for the taverner's wine,
we see brothers against brothers, mothers against daughters,
sons against fathers, lovers against lovers
we see iniquity celebrated, hearts vile & despicable
even the ignominious ignoramus claims he's child of the Indigo,
malevolence levitating, our souls like fertile farms where hatred is germinated,
virginity has become archaic, prostitution is sacred,
women discarding clothes, because they are only paid if they are nak£d,
the white man committing crimes, the black man getting arrested,
the saints are getting sentenced, the criminals venerated,
volcanic-esque vanity , melting us like smouldering iron,
used to be soldiers of Zion, ferocious like lions,
now our hopes & aspirations are spiraling downwards,
chivalry & being quixotic has been lost in the muds,
courteousness & urbanity has gone to the dogs,
the radio is an audio Beelzebub that lavish us with scum,
even religious melo-dramas, gives us flashes of porn,
holiness has been cremated by the unholy, its ashes in the urn,
& gossiping prevails from the dusk to the dawn,
dishonesty has become the best policy & we all act carelessly,
but when our conscience ululates, we contrast spasmodically,
the once overlooked ailment has become cancerous,
the enthusiasm has been sapped from the overzealous,
the loyal serfs have gone treacherous,
the mild & gentle have become ornery & cantankerous,
we no longer settle disputes, we now raise the rifles,
even the sales of condoms surpass the sales of bibles,
our existence like the mood of a wretched defeated defeatist,
& survival of the fittest has morphed to survival of the meanest,
have you been to the slums lately, seen the greed in the streets?,
have you seen the eyes of our leaders as they expectorate deceit?,
have you heard the gospel of the media? & the vulgarity in its speech ?,
have you turned on your television where homosexuality is preached?,
see, life made me grow wiser,
i went from being a visualizer to being a verbalizer,
because action speaks louder,
so place your palms on my palms & lets change the society together.


✘✘

Nice and well tot bro

Darkrebel666:
this was composed in a scrawl.
cc: laykorn


Unspoken

the ways of man is hypocritical, synonymous to a pharisee,
& feminism is a demon in the world of phalluses,
how we dance to baneful hymns, diabolically musical,
& how bribery & corruption are bilaterally symmetrical,
how the Creator's relegated, now it's anarchy & violence,
how we bow to philosophy & the statuettes of science,
how we are kith to immorality & kin to sin,
even our realities are akin to lucid dreaming, & our feelings grim,
this is the truth in rhymes from the caverns of my mind,
for the buoyant, penurious & boulevard swine,
for the vagrants & vagabonds who don't have a dime,
& for the fatigued traveller craving for the taverner's wine,
we see brothers against brothers, mothers against daughters,
sons against fathers, lovers against lovers
we see iniquity celebrated, hearts vile & despicable
even the ignominious ignoramus claims he's child of the Indigo,
malevolence levitating, our souls like fertile farms where hatred is germinated,
virginity has become archaic, prostitution is sacred,
women discarding clothes, because they are only paid if they are nak£d,
the white man committing crimes, the black man getting arrested,
the saints are getting sentenced, the criminals venerated,
volcanic-esque vanity , melting us like smouldering iron,
used to be soldiers of Zion, ferocious like lions,
now our hopes & aspirations are spiraling downwards,
chivalry & being quixotic has been lost in the muds,
courteousness & urbanity has gone to the dogs,
the radio is an audio Beelzebub that lavish us with scum,
even religious melo-dramas, gives us flashes of porn,
holiness has been cremated by the unholy, its ashes in the urn,
& gossiping prevails from the dusk to the dawn,
dishonesty has become the best policy & we all act carelessly,
but when our conscience ululates, we contrast spasmodically,
the once overlooked ailment has become cancerous,
the enthusiasm has been sapped from the overzealous,
the loyal serfs have gone treacherous,
the mild & gentle have become ornery & cantankerous,
we no longer settle disputes, we now raise the rifles,
even the sales of condoms surpass the sales of bibles,
our existence like the mood of a wretched defeated defeatist,
& survival of the fittest has morphed to survival of the meanest,
have you been to the slums lately, seen the greed in the streets?,
have you seen the eyes of our leaders as they expectorate deceit?,
have you heard the gospel of the media? & the vulgarity in its speech ?,
have you turned on your television where homosexuality is preached?,
see, life made me grow wiser,
i went from being a visualizer to being a verbalizer,
because action speaks louder,
so place your palms on my palms & lets change the society together.


✘✘

peeparty:
Nice and well tot bro

thanks brov.
misssclassy..gracias ✘

Darkrebel666:
this was composed in a scrawl.
cc: laykorn


Unspoken

the ways of man is hypocritical, synonymous to a pharisee,
& feminism is a demon in the world of phalluses,
how we dance to baneful hymns, diabolically musical,
& how bribery & corruption are bilaterally symmetrical,
how the Creator's relegated, now it's anarchy & violence,
how we bow to philosophy & the statuettes of science,
how we are kith to immorality & kin to sin,
even our realities are akin to lucid dreaming, & our feelings grim,
this is the truth in rhymes from the caverns of my mind,
for the buoyant, penurious & boulevard swine,
for the vagrants & vagabonds who don't have a dime,
& for the fatigued traveller craving for the taverner's wine,
we see brothers against brothers, mothers against daughters,
sons against fathers, lovers against lovers
we see iniquity celebrated, hearts vile & despicable
even the ignominious ignoramus claims he's child of the Indigo,
malevolence levitating, our souls like fertile farms where hatred is germinated,
virginity has become archaic, prostitution is sacred,
women discarding clothes, because they are only paid if they are nak£d,
the white man committing crimes, the black man getting arrested,
the saints are getting sentenced, the criminals venerated,
volcanic-esque vanity , melting us like smouldering iron,
used to be soldiers of Zion, ferocious like lions,
now our hopes & aspirations are spiraling downwards,
chivalry & being quixotic has been lost in the muds,
courteousness & urbanity has gone to the dogs,
the radio is an audio Beelzebub that lavish us with scum,
even religious melo-dramas, gives us flashes of porn,
holiness has been cremated by the unholy, its ashes in the urn,
& gossiping prevails from the dusk to the dawn,
dishonesty has become the best policy & we all act carelessly,
but when our conscience ululates, we contrast spasmodically,
the once overlooked ailment has become cancerous,
the enthusiasm has been sapped from the overzealous,
the loyal serfs have gone treacherous,
the mild & gentle have become ornery & cantankerous,
we no longer settle disputes, we now raise the rifles,
even the sales of condoms surpass the sales of bibles,
our existence like the mood of a wretched defeated defeatist,
& survival of the fittest has morphed to survival of the meanest,
have you been to the slums lately, seen the greed in the streets?,
have you seen the eyes of our leaders as they expectorate deceit?,
have you heard the gospel of the media? & the vulgarity in its speech ?,
have you turned on your television where homosexuality is preached?,
see, life made me grow wiser,
i went from being a visualizer to being a verbalizer,
because action speaks louder,
so place your palms on my palms & lets change the society together.


✘✘

boy u smoke WEED bfore u right this? Cus all am seein is GREEN... Nice pen bro

softvio:


boy u smoke WEED bfore u right this? Cus all am seein is GREEN... Nice pen bro

I didn't smoke any weed. I just got a blów-job from one random chick before i started scripting ✘

Darkrebel666:


I didn't smoke any weed. I just got a blów-job from one random chick before i started scripting ✘

u mean the same b*tch dat brought down Samson is d same b*tch dat is givin u dis inspiration?

Darkrebel666:
this was composed in a scrawl.
cc: laykorn


Unspoken

the ways of man is hypocritical, synonymous to a pharisee,
& feminism is a demon in the world of phalluses,
how we dance to baneful hymns, diabolically musical,
& how bribery & corruption are bilaterally symmetrical,
how the Creator's relegated, now it's anarchy & violence,
how we bow to philosophy & the statuettes of science,
how we are kith to immorality & kin to sin,
even our realities are akin to lucid dreaming, & our feelings grim,
this is the truth in rhymes from the caverns of my mind,
for the buoyant, penurious & boulevard swine,
for the vagrants & vagabonds who don't have a dime,
& for the fatigued traveller craving for the taverner's wine,
we see brothers against brothers, mothers against daughters,
sons against fathers, lovers against lovers
we see iniquity celebrated, hearts vile & despicable
even the ignominious ignoramus claims he's child of the Indigo,
malevolence levitating, our souls like fertile farms where hatred is germinated,
virginity has become archaic, prostitution is sacred,
women discarding clothes, because they are only paid if they are nak£d,
the white man committing crimes, the black man getting arrested,
the saints are getting sentenced, the criminals venerated,
volcanic-esque vanity , melting us like smouldering iron,
used to be soldiers of Zion, ferocious like lions,
now our hopes & aspirations are spiraling downwards,
chivalry & being quixotic has been lost in the muds,
courteousness & urbanity has gone to the dogs,
the radio is an audio Beelzebub that lavish us with scum,
even religious melo-dramas, gives us flashes of porn,
holiness has been cremated by the unholy, its ashes in the urn,
& gossiping prevails from the dusk to the dawn,
dishonesty has become the best policy & we all act carelessly,
but when our conscience ululates, we contrast spasmodically,
the once overlooked ailment has become cancerous,
the enthusiasm has been sapped from the overzealous,
the loyal serfs have gone treacherous,
the mild & gentle have become ornery & cantankerous,
we no longer settle disputes, we now raise the rifles,
even the sales of condoms surpass the sales of bibles,
our existence like the mood of a wretched defeated defeatist,
& survival of the fittest has morphed to survival of the meanest,
have you been to the slums lately, seen the greed in the streets?,
have you seen the eyes of our leaders as they expectorate deceit?,
have you heard the gospel of the media? & the vulgarity in its speech ?,
have you turned on your television where homosexuality is preached?,
see, life made me grow wiser,
i went from being a visualizer to being a verbalizer,
because action speaks louder,
so place your palms on my palms & lets change the society together.


✘✘

I saw this poem days back, but from what I saw in the first line, I realised it wasn't one poem that deserved to be read in a rush. Undoubtedly, this poem remains the best of poems I have read in a long time as I found myself connecting to this poem in one overwhelming way. You seemed to have hijacked my pen and to have placed a throne in my soul, to create words I have been longing to.

In a world where normalcy normally translates as madness, a world that has it's feet thrown high in the air and walks with it's head, there isn't a piece more essential to the restoration of absolute sanity than this you have written here, and pieces that are parallel to it.

Rebel, you have trumped. The sound devices in this poem make this one of the poems with the best sounds I've read so far. Your use of rhythm and rhyme is out of this world. This is what I call 'rap poetry'! The tone is vibrantly energetic. Your knowledge of vocabulary is mind-blowing. Keep this up!

You have an awesome poem, though there is something you have to pay attention to when you want to have flawless poetry, if poetry would ever be flawless. You have to pay attention to organisation - the form your poetry takes. You have to pay attention to how your poetry looks on the page. You need to use stanzas; they are just like paragraphs in prose, but possess a more flexible potential usage. I understand that rap is an art that is not in the real sense concerned about how bars look on a page, since rap was made to be sung, but poetry is far from that as poetry is made to be appealing to both sight and hearing - the eyes and the ears.

I could re-arrange this for you in stanzas if you wish, so you have an idea how the organisation is done, if you don't already. I even suspect you do.

Above all, I wish to see more from the musings of this accomplished poet in you, for I have reserved for you my harshest scolding if ever you decide to hang your pen to the nail on your bedroom wall.

laykorn:


I saw this poem days back, but from what I saw in the first line, I realised it wasn't one poem that deserved to be read in a rush. Undoubtedly, this poem remains the best of poems I have read in a long time as I found myself connecting to this poem in one overwhelming way. You seemed to have hijacked my pen and to have placed a throne in my soul, to create words I have been longing to.

In a world where normalcy normally translates as madness, a world that has it's feet thrown high in the air and walks with it's head, there isn't a piece more essential to the restoration of absolute sanity than this you have written here, and pieces that are parallel to it.

Rebel, you have trumped. The sound devices in this poem make this one of the poems with the best sounds I've read so far. Your use of rhythm and rhyme is out of this world. This is what I call 'rap poetry'! The tone is vibrantly energetic. Your knowledge of vocabulary is mind-blowing. Keep this up!

You have an awesome poem, though there is something you have to pay attention to when you want to have flawless poetry, if poetry would ever be flawless. You have to pay attention to organisation - the form your poetry takes. You have to pay attention to how your poetry looks on the page. You need to use stanzas; they are just like paragraphs in prose, but possesses a more flexible potential usage. I understand that rap is an art that is not in the real sense concerned about how bars look on a page, since rap was made to be sung, but poetry is far from that as poetry is made to be appealing to both sight and hearing - the eyes and the ears.

I could re-arrange this for you in stanzas if you wish, so you have an idea how the organisation is done, if you don't already. I even suspect you do.

Above all, I wish to see more from the musings of this accomplished poet in you, for I have reserved for you my harshest scolding if ever you decide to hang your pen to the nail on your bedroom wall.

thanks a lot for reading it painstakingly.
I know about stanzas & all that. I would apply all you corrected me about in my next poem ✘

laykorn:


I saw this poem days back, but from what I saw in the first line, I realised it wasn't one poem that deserved to be read in a rush. Undoubtedly, this poem remains the best of poems I have read in a long time as I found myself connecting to this poem in one overwhelming way. You seemed to have hijacked my pen and to have placed a throne in my soul, to create words I have been longing to.

In a world where normalcy normally translates as madness, a world that has it's feet thrown high in the air and walks with it's head, there isn't a piece more essential to the restoration of absolute sanity than this you have written here, and pieces that are parallel to it.

Rebel, you have trumped. The sound devices in this poem make this one of the poems with the best sounds I've read so far. Your use of rhythm and rhyme is out of this world. This is what I call 'rap poetry'! The tone is vibrantly energetic. Your knowledge of vocabulary is mind-blowing. Keep this up!

You have an awesome poem, though there is something you have to pay attention to when you want to have flawless poetry, if poetry would ever be flawless. You have to pay attention to organisation - the form your poetry takes. You have to pay attention to how your poetry looks on the page. You need to use stanzas; they are just like paragraphs in prose, but possess a more flexible potential usage. I understand that rap is an art that is not in the real sense concerned about how bars look on a page, since rap was made to be sung, but poetry is far from that as poetry is made to be appealing to both sight and hearing - the eyes and the ears.

I could re-arrange this for you in stanzas if you wish, so you have an idea how the organisation is done, if you don't already. I even suspect you do.

Above all, I wish to see more from the musings of this accomplished poet in you, for I have reserved for you my harshest scolding if ever you decide to hang your pen to the nail on your bedroom wall.

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