Write To This Picture X

[Varentao]

I just found this on my hard drive. I think i've written to it before somewhere. Anyway, very open to writing...i think.

[Spoken]

two brave men set out across the devils land
following the mother star that sailed before them
with wind mills pumping full tilt on the ground they passed
they decide to push on with hope and never to go back

tricked into seeing some light
heard a voice that wasnt there
felt the love of an non-existaning mother
and could smell each others fear
yet they pushed on in the dark cold nights
not wanting to be seen
for they felt the evil eyes that focused apon them
the ones that made them bleed

screams were heard in the not so far distance
sending shrivers up their crooked spins
still pace by pace they moved ahead
praying to go unheard

where they were going i think they never knew
but a force so strong had chossen them
covered the questions in their hearts
and made them promise to come visit the devil soon

~Tera~
DONT HATE

[Bounce]

~The Angry Race~

Abstract Images give face to layers of collaged profiles of An Angry Race
Tormented humanity, mass souls lost in a Brush Stroke, of complex calamity....

Underdwellers gaze with frenzied glares, wicked features. and demonic stares...

Towards those galloping unaware, into the realm of battle, not armored breast Can Spare...

Under hoof of equestrian beat, lie those trapped between Hell and Heaven's reach...

Surrendered lives where Flesh and Sword meet, slain warriors once brave now fear, An abomination of man Draws near...

Two figures Draw Arms as one, super imposing The Devines' image over Mill's Wind Spun...

Gloomy skies loom over man's cry, while angelic formations guide the ranks of salvation...

An Ancient war of realms, fought on The Angery Races' very own ground
A world in turmoil, where spiritual corruptions profound...

Mankind's faced with Burning questions, Yet No Answers Found...

While Creations Father is Asthetically Sound, in Resembalence of Man,
Our Destined Paths, are eternally bound...

This metaphoric visual overlay of conceptual woven tapistry, depicts The Angry Race, Riding towards Conflict and Atrocity...

In this Colorful Medium, one might call...

A Window to Reality...


Submitted By:
~Bounce-Dawg-E-Dawg~

[Wielded Rage]

Two marvels set out on a yern'in jorun'ey.
If one becomes lifeless the other will return the'.
The road home, is blocked by youre past.
Reasons unknown, you precended to fast.
Sky's gloom, prepare's ones man's Doom.
Cant only pretect within ,that's wrong to asume.
New life is at bloom, So come outa faced ya em'age.(image)
Dont turn back, dont afraid step outa ya grim age.
These two marvels, are within your minds cage.



Can anyone understand what I meant by all that? If so post it.

[Varentao]

A man who struggles to live up to his past glories? Or is forefathers past glories?

or someone who is wrestlign with his concious.

Just some quick thoughts on what it meant, wielded. You write with a bit of dialect. Sounds like it's from the West Indies. Trinidad and Tobago maybe. Or Jamaica. Anything?

Three highly intriguing pieces so far. It's a quite complex picture. So it's so interesting to see what people get out of it. I guess this is an essence to 'writing to a picture'. Intepretation...which CAN reveal a lot about the writer as well as the picture and the world in general.

[Wielded Rage]

A man who struggles to live up to his past glories? Or is forefathers past glories?

or someone who is wrestlign with his concious.<--Right

Just some quick thoughts on what it meant, wielded. You write with a bit of dialect. Sounds like it's from the West Indies. Trinidad and Tobago maybe. Or Jamaica. Anything?

About the dialect..From the south..So that explains it....no Jamaica..or anything of that nature..

[Diverse]

a versatile man of expansion open minded to life's variety
a soldier, traveler, and thinker in the midst of society
surrounded by faces only aimed to slow his progression
steadily moving forward to find answers to his questions
trapped between heaven and hell, slowly becoming weary
constant inner turmoil has made this veteran traveler dreary
a purpose and direction..push the very limits of body & mind
never looking back to become held hostage in the sands of time
a man of youth, experiencing wisdom far beyond that of his years
inquiring sleuth, discovering the actual reality of his greatest fears

this is my take on the picture anyway...

[roux]

invoking mark twain but with quixote on the front burner
a slow learner
cast out samari cowboy on the dutch-asian border
with voice for a recorder
are the dead ones underneath or over head?
this is where we bled, some of us dead, two faces to make one head
does he look past or forward, sober somber stoned or honored?
left to wander lusting wounder, silent thunder from hills a sunder
thinking thoughtless brutal, dauntless
smallest sought to revive haunted faultless fountains
spanish soldier seeking solstice, novice saunter,
horses thirst for cleaner water
thick or thin the horizen fades, blazes trails in blood pools wades
reproaching wayfarer in seemless glory
silent picture tells the story

[Steven William]

The Face Of Two Men Make Up The Eyes Of One,
Riding Atop A Horse... The Journey Has Just Begun,
Encircled By A Great Light, To guide Their Way,
One Travels By Night, And The Other Rides By Day,

Continuosly Moving, Connected To Eachother,
Siamese Twins They're Not, The Aren't Even Brothers,
Yet They Strive To Help the Other When It's Needed,
One Is Evil, And To the Very Devil The Man Has Pleaded,
The Other Good, He Worships God Till His Last Breath,
Connected By The Head Of Lords, Dieing Seperate Deaths,

The One Man With The Perculiarly Large Head,
Infected With Intellegence Of The Living And The Dead,
Made Up Of Both Men, He Has The Knowledge Of A God,
Possesing Brains And Power, Yet He Has No Plot,

The Wind Blows Them Away To A Distance Place,
They Start This Journey Over, And At A Differnet Pace,
Somehow Arriving Again To Where This Wind Blows,
To Realize They Are Looking Out A Helmets Windows,
Seeing These Mills Turning Avoiding The Blades Of Gust,
Travelling To Thy Destination, Keep Adventuring They Must,

They Arrive At The Grounds Just Before The War,
Drawing Arms Is One Man, While The Other Guides The Horse,
Galloping Full Speed... Killing Monsters Of This World,
The Mount Suddenly Stops, And Into The Air They're hurled,
Breaking Apart At The Head, The Helmet Shatters Into Shards,
Made Of Crystal And Glass, Gathered All Their Smarts,

One Lands In The East, The Others Falls To The West,
The Weight Of The World May Fall Upon Their Chests,
Good Is Armed With Nothing, And Evil With A Lance,
Charging At Eachother God Is Goods Only Chance,
Praying Before Battle, Saves The Day Of The Good,
The Evil Man Stops To Face, And This Is Where It Stood,

Nothing Happens To Either Yet One Thanks The Other,
These Two Men Are The Same, Closer Than Brothers,
One Talks Of Evil, And Says That Good Is Plain Non-Sense,
Good Complains Of Evil, This Is One Mans Conscience,

Basicaly My First Poem On Rb, Besides Forest Of Agony...
I Don't Know What You'll Think So uh....
PzOut...
_-SyaNidal-_

[Se7eN]

Two pictures in a Box

Poetry has different forms, it can cook up a storm
Instead of 1, you can have many ideas being born
Two pictures in a box, one at the bottom, one at the top
Ideas feed fantasy, but when will these dreams stop

Picturing the picture's momentum, like harmful venom
My dreams will keep bothering me, if I don't send them
Two pictures in a box, roam, a road on their own
They chill when seeing two, goes directly to the bone

Percieve this misconnection, as a perfect ideal section
Once in the middle, these imaginations will teach us a lesson
Two pictures in a box, so free, unused, and seen to me
One there, one here, but to you, what do you really see

[Bounce]

Very nice contributions so far, I was blown away reading all the responses. One that stood out in my mind was Syanidal's piece. Great job and good use of imagery, I look forward to reading more of your work. Great job everyone, this is by far my favorite thread, pure dopeness!

~Bounce~

[Steven William]

yup who woulda though...
syanidal the wigger that got hated on so bad in Member Pics thread...
would start droppin' these dope poems and open mics... bounce peep
my OM's In sig if you wanna se emore stuff form me...
....Tragic..Death..I....
....Tragic..Death..II....
by far my best/\

[Se7eN]

don't get to big headed lol

[Steven William]

well I just started writing stuff like this...
just trying to get my work out there...
I think maybe those OMs belong in Poetic scriptures...
I only made that post caus he said look forward to seein more so...
yeah anyway se7en yours wus dope too...

[Varentao]

Heh. Well, it picked up in the end. Nice to see more people contributing in this section. will keep this up for another week. So still time for people to write to it in this thread.

Like expected, some very interesting pieces so far. Just browsing through them...hmmm...

*begins tapping head with fingers*..