Go on then. Thought we'd start off with this one. And by the way, the little black things on the bottom left hand corner, on that clock's back are ants. I had to make the pic smaller. I didn't cut ant part of the pic out. Just made it smaller.
Well enjoy people. Just let go, get on the edge, write off the top of your heads...let it all go and write from and to this picture...
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It's a time to stop all growth--The sand a shallow hole we ly. Waiting time clicks without a subordinate flashful sign--We look apon the cliffs to find a hope of further futures but lack the leaves of spring that shelters the character of all our features. We melt with sun aside a dying sea--so helplessly--so narrow to the truth inside the lack of better comformity--that seed imbedded in our souls less light no hope for growth--next to a sandy shadow sea our lives stand still-less hope. On the desktops we pivit our lives away to better the future in a capital way--we flush out the blood that drove us this far to filter our lives like empirical stars. Our travel was fluent to the end--
Discovered now lost whats thick was thin
-1-
Alright i threw it out the way it is--show me your way
softfocus
while you write to rapbattles I perform on stage
How's it feel to lack in comparison?............
if you look at this picture carfully wih an open mind
youll see shit in it, ur mind never tryed to find
youll see time fly by and corrusion insue life
with a rigourousness that could end all lifes strife
youll see deaths ant farm cutting thru like a knife
and time on micheal jacksons old face, before he was white
the ants cut thru time like a knife at mid splice at midnight
time and memorys go mid flight before ceased to breathe
and light shine on the sands of time,rot, and yellow as can be
sumthing alive growing from what once was thriving
and a mountain stopping the sun on the ocean, perfect TIMEing
youll veiw the way time slashes and the the way its kiniving
the way the moments fly by and always attempt to try me
will i sway, will i blow? will i stay will i go? only time knows
only time can tell, will i find peace, or hell? only time knows
ok, the mike jacksons face thin refers to the face and what time has put on it, plus is there to give u a range of emotuons within it, humour
kiniving, not sure how to spell it
other than that i think its fuckin ill
Time is delt and it melts with the pelt of skin of the flesh of the rest of the world lost in a gust of wind so it must dissolve and to solve the mystery and history of time to the chime of the clock to stop and hawk to top of the authority which is boring me and command of the land lays waste to the taste of chronology and pathology to lie and deny the progression thats testing humanity and their vanity to move forward and toward another advancement from tantric to practical turn an attack to null and make peace so at least we'll be secure and demure in the fact that at last time must stop so as to hop from chaos of melting and molten folding to pacifism so we're living in peace and harmony and technology brings harm to me so we must rid ourselves of the food off our shelves as we take away all buildings thats filling our world and leave us with dust and water and we become our own fodder to feed our hunger of a universe to be made worse by having nothing at all and to fall to nature and her will so she will recreate from the smallest like an ant to the tallest like a mountain or at least a cliff to miff your thought that you were on top but your not and you got to move back as time moves forward.
~Shalom~
thats true scarface, and elevate i shall, check me....
i met this girl and she took me here, how her ass/
normally you take trash from the house, she takes tha house from tha trash/
clocks were smashed, all over tha place, we'd end up arguin' over tha date/
but i make a bad situation better, when i bust all over her face/
she hasn't done this before she said, she swallowed with fear/
and couldn't wash her face off cause the water aint clear/
pause, a fountain/
she stomped her feet and said "damn shouldn't have moved to tha Rocky Mountains"/
oddly happen, caught me laughing, and joined in/
wanted a desk to write on, but a tree started growing/
she was so mad, it was funny... lmao.. i dunno what i just typed....
i kno i need to cut down my lines...but the way i pereivee this...is its meanin-like what if this happened outside our homes..i could expand alot but im givin the basic idea(also lookin for pointyers always)
If Time Melted
Even If Time Melted Away, Like The Ants We Would Still revolve around the meaning,
When the hands and seconds are destroyed, will light remain to divide day from evening.
Like the trees, even if time stopped our needs would still need to be acquired,
The trees need water, and the lacking beauty of growth would leave the poets uninspired.
Just like the sea, it would still hit the cliff, and continue attrition,
Is It A Time For A Prayer-Or Is There Even Time Now For Religion.
When would be the right time to meet? would you still say-I do this every time?
Have I got time to waste? Is this the right time to post my poetic lines?
Time does not control us-its time our needs need to be meeting,
Despite the clock hands not moving, ours still do, and our hearts are still beating.
i aint dun notin like this before and i'm lookin 4 things 2 help my inspitation to help with my battling so here it goes:
Our time gets eaten up by the smaller things in life (ants on the clock)
Look into their faces, faces sagging and empty, that aint nice
Sitting on the beach with total amazement at the sunset
Time stops when writing to this picture on the net
Wasting time disposing of people like they were dead trees
With all this time we could be searching for cures to disease
Look around the place and focus on the beauty of nature
You have all the time in the world, use it, dont be a failure
bit on the soppy side but i'm always up 4 a change. wot u think?
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zuk-own dat luke!!! ah! hahahaaa
Here's a short one I came up with just a few mins ago about the picture. I'm not too sure if it's good or not.
This place is full of nothing but drear
With no time, sadness has taken over here
The ants are your wishes of time slowing
or speeding up, now they've eaten it up
Now that you're not limited by time, it sucks
Look at the damn picture, who's having any fun here?
Nice looking out legendery.
Not just on Ripper's piece. But just writing, no matter if its short.
That's what it's all about. Writing any length. Could be like 5 words, or 20. 1 stanza, or 10 stanzas.
Like..
Lands absorb time
Echoing marks
Time absorbs life
Rot to nullity..
Some real good pieces. I just read yours again NEcro. I keep getting drawn into it once i get like a quarter into it...
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Time's melting flow, ever so slow
Look at the glistening ocean, and only i know
The secret of the day as it turns to night
As time falls away, and loses all it's light
The mystery of life's heat, life's harsh weather
Brings the dry desert and the wet sea together
With darkness over lost time, and light far at the horizon
The contrasts of the world, stops time for us to admire
Every detail, every breath
All of life, yet seeming so dead.
^^^That was real nice. Smooth yet so strong...
...liked.
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this is what i see...
times changin, my minds attainin a higher plain to,
explain tha natures wisdom, thru incrypted rhythms/
conversations w/ madness, contemplatin tha vantage,
tick...ya lifes thinin, tick...ya lifes lived.../
blind men follow famine, marchin to the apocalypse,
hope atop tha cliffs, do we not possess legs?/
I rose, like lazarus, science told imposible,
words as my aposles, follow tha flow....
times changin, warpin, tickin speakin its diction,
in rhythm, never slippin, never waitin for nothin/
all passes, tha math adds to a bad axis,
world spins faster, slaves become masters/
science offeneds pastors, chilvilry is a bastard,
his son, hated his father, fought ta cover his ways/
ocean tides rise, waves come to wash tha sadness,
displeased, we forsake the own air that we breathe/
spreadin poisons, creatin big black murky seas,
which leads me to believe, r we worth of peace?/
worthy, of tha skies above, shootin drugs,
jus to bare our own lives, nerve we call oursleves "high"/
testin, our new weapons at tha peoples expense,
till we, cease to exist, whats tha meanin 4 this?/
wise men left glyphs and we self-destructed,
other forms see tha scorn in our bones an study it...
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"It is not the person who looks at you with sparkling eyes when you speak who understands your words; but the one who bends his head down, he is the one who really understands"
George Herzog
^^I dig that. A strong kind of to the point of the pic piece. Dunno what exactly i mean by that, so don't ask...
..But yeah, real nice..
And Dreemur, surely you can getr some kind of meaning out of it?!
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Time can't save what we've destroyed
now all the world is sleeping
when all the bombs have been deployed
of secrets life's been keeping
a breath of sand that turns to glass
a flash of light and thunder
the end of dreams will come to pass
and hate will pull us under
and when we settle to our graves
...the end that life arranges
we'll wonder just who made us slaves
to the time that never changes
just so you all know the artwork is by salvador dali..
and the poem i just wrote is my interpretation of this painting. it's about the end of the world.
~ckjoker
Time Has Taken Its Toll
Time has taken its toll, leaving everything so bare
A world time no long controls, all it does is stares
Land no longer functions,Nor do the mamals breath
Life no longer exist by times conjunctions, time has done its deed
Earth has turned one color now, like diseased who lost here soal
Time was lost but now found, Time has taken its toll.....
Little one right there
Cold Blooded
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