el poeta vs Pakaveli

[Witty]

GORDIAN KNOT vs. IMMINENT EVOLUTION

Topic Choices:
The letter
Eternal Condemnation
Invisible foe
Tragic State Of Mind
Psycho Analyis

Rules:
30 lines
check ASAP
drop by sunday midnight
no hate/crew votes

el poeta has told me to check in for him,as he is on holiday until saturday
so..........check for el poeta

goodluck to both

[P. Mortuus]

Check in......Goodluck to ya ma dog

[da king01]

choose a topic,and I'll tell verbal what it is

[P. Mortuus]

The Letter-if only one topic can be chosen then yes, i choose the Letter

[da king01]

ok..I'll let him know

[P. Mortuus]

The letter lies rejected, dejected by its recipient
Dr. Jekyll, man of his word, lie to him is incipient
Yet the truth differs to what the naked eye visions
Poor Jekyll, waging war in personality collisions
A battle of bad over good, reverse to good over bad
Debauched soul yearns for more, is good iron clad?
Let’s proceed; scene is set in such a exploited phase
Is the truth a truth or minds sinful segments ablaze

To, Dr. Jekyll,
…………………I can feel the withering weight of my tomb
Unleash me, let me loom make the world tremble with doom
I write with pride, while I bide my time to exploit that you lied
You’re respected as royalty; yet owe loyalty to me, Mr. Hyde
Horrors flied, Petrified people pray for my mournful downfall
I’m a prowling predator producing perils at every callous call
Unpleasant yet I posses power, enough to unleash gates of hell
Mental minions ringing the bell, fate is only what time can’t tell
The cologne of roasted bodies waft & wisp in the breath I breathe
The epitome of your corrupted characteristics let the evil unsheathe
Jekyll leave me be, no set me free, you man of undoubted hypocrisy
I’m your true self, delve into your being, your soul………..
And you’ll see me, mirror reflects…yours sincerely
Mr. Hyde

“I cannot hide Hyde, forgive my impudence I know lied
Merciful lord forgive my improper error in intelligence
I’m bestowed regency yet lord I ask of thee benevolence”
Jekyll is waging a war that worryingly turns for the worst
Hyde his benefactor, a friend, the friend coiled and cursed
Hyde his other half, only other half in the demented soul
His only goal, to gain wholesome sense, out of parole

Never return, the urn of his, will burn while the flames are low
Jekyll throws himself in fire; he creates his own death row

[P. Mortuus]

^Topic: The Letter.........G/L

[P. Mortuus]

Yo Verbal where art thou

[Poeta Demonio]

Dude is it cool if i have one more day, last night i was way too wasted to write, then monday to friday i was on holiday, now i have like 3 pieces of art to do for course work by the end of the night...

Oh and i need to write the last 4 lines to my ss verse that am already late on... i hope you don't mind, just one more day mate, i'll drop tomorrow night.

[P. Mortuus]

aight no probs

[Ben A. Newly-Rayped]

good luck this should be really good

[Poeta Demonio]

To my beloved Josie…

'I love you so much that when I write this the tears from my lonely eyes fall onto the paper like stars falling from the desolate sky.
I need you too know none of this is your fault…I just can’t take not having your love anymore.
Oh my god I wish you could see my pain in a physical form…now I suppose you will realise the pain that seeps from my septic heart…I need your love so much…but as I can’t have it anymore…I have decided to take my last steps in this world to deliver this to your door…please don’t cry…I am going to a better place and I will be safe in the arms of our lord…

I LOVE YOU SO MUCH…but there’s nothing you can do now…my life is over.

-Ryan.'


I wrote this to leave, weave, breath my condensed pain on the page…
My bodily form may be descended, relentless to light I befriended…
But my life’s not ended, I’m still alive in mind, so when the night rains…
The cold, desolate, desperate, eyes cry so delicate to view of pictures…
Of my face, I tried to displace, every trace, of pain from my grace.

By the time you’ve read this, I’ll already be in Gods hands, free from spirit…
I pivot, into a perverted state of mind, suicide lies, lays beside, me as I rise…
The scent of lavender hair, a locket gold, enrolled in my pocket and my soul…
I take memories, stay by your side when your loneliness creeps in your dreams…
Wash away the feeling of silent, violent, naked screams, so my love it feigns…
To remain in your arms, your tender hands caressing, my waist in your palm…
As the thought slips away into the shadows of the night, I attempt to fight…
The urge to grab the knife, and end it tonight, so in between I write, this letter…
So when times get harder, you’ll know things will get better, that sweater…
That you hand weaved, for me, resides in my hand, to dry my eyes from weeping…
But soon god will be backing me back to eternal sleeping, no peaking…
Into the future, but I remiss on my past, blast, cast my mind into over drive.

Times pass…
I attempt to cast…
As I slowly begin laugh…
Bump in my road my path…
But I love you, but will your love last?

Pulsating, racing, pacing, heart trembles, I realise the destiny I’m perilously facing…
Please remember me when I’m gone, as my memory lingers on, free from beat…
I’m free to release this letter, good bye song, the misery’s gone, but don’t cry…
It wasn’t your fault, I understand you had to tell me goodbye, it must have been hell…
Living with a man the cheats, steals, and lies, but couldn’t you see love the lays…
Deep, hidden, ridden, with in my eyes, I was shocked, despised, surprised….
That I had, and let love slip, I slip into a kamikaze state as I watch the blood drip…
Upon my dressing table, I undress my latest tale a fable, living with me, inside…
So I apologise, but I have to leave you behind, my vision becomes blind…
Blurry, undefined, a sedative smile as desperate pain disintegrates for a while.

When you finish reading, send your best hopes for me…
I love you, my dear beloved Josie.

[Poeta Demonio]

Okay lets get some votes on this...

[Cody Nash]

“I cannot hide Hyde, forgive my impudence I know lied
Merciful lord forgive my improper error in intelligence
I’m bestowed regency yet lord I ask of thee benevolence”
Jekyll is waging a war that worryingly turns for the worst
Hyde his benefactor, a friend, the friend coiled and cursed
Hyde his other half, only other half in the demented soul
His only goal, to gain wholesome sense, out of parole
^only part of yours i really liked pak.

vs.

I take memories, stay by your side when your loneliness creeps in your dreams…
Wash away the feeling of silent, violent, naked screams, so my love it feigns…
To remain in your arms, your tender hands caressing, my waist in your palm…
As the thought slips away into the shadows of the night, I attempt to fight…
The urge to grab the knife, and end it tonight, so in between I write, this letter…
So when times get harder, you’ll know things will get better, that sweater…
That you hand weaved, for me, resides in my hand, to dry my eyes from weeping…
But soon god will be backing me back to eternal sleeping, no peaking…
^beautiful.

i felt more instensity coming from el poeta. pak, you didn't seem like you wanted to do this at all, which is kind of weird with you. both verses were hot, don't get me wrong, but i REALLY think that verbal had the upper hand from the start of his shit. storylines were hot, both were amazing. pak, you just didn't seem on that A game here though. good reads, decent battle.

V. Verbal

[P. Mortuus]

Preciate ya vote, good ta see honest votes