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05-23-05, 04:13 PM | #1 | ||||
Odi et Amo
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Spoken Word is Bond vs. Stanza vs. ~*Khatharsis*~
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05-23-05, 09:20 PM | #2 | |||
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IP: 5938 FE51
checkers.......
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05-24-05, 04:52 PM | #3 | |||||
Banned: Biting
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IP: 28AD 5545
checkin..in.in.in.in.in.i.n.n.n.i..n.i.n.i.n...... ...
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05-24-05, 08:54 PM | #4 | |||
Banned: Biting
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IP: 0086 7B47
check chek.....innnnnnnnnnn
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05-26-05, 11:28 AM | #5 | |||||
Banned: Biting
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IP: 3240 794D
..:: Repressed Fate ::.. This Is My Destiny Something Im Bound To In Life I Have no ther choice these Restraints contian The light Containing The Light of Hope and The light of Faith The Restraint Left Me Hopeless.......Thats Repressed Fate The Repressed fate Is Hendering My Life to end These Barriers are So Confusing So Where Do I begin Repression is the Hender of The natural expression The Natural Henderence of The Original Obsession Unattainable or Unacceptable Desires are even Repressed Impulses of Fate Knocking at the door leaves me stressed Preventing My Fate is not what I wanted out of this deal I wanted to be set free after my time was up .........Until This Stress Came upon my mind that left me in so much Confusion So Much hate and so much Agression Left my Mind in Illusions Illusions that I was Free When I wasnt..... My fate didnt Come to past That made me Take actions against these Barriers That Held Fast So I Brought This upon myself as I Think about The Things I done To find reason Or shall I say Fault......Then I Pulled out My Gun This is It im Tired of the Demented thoughts running Through my Head So I Put The Gun where The thoughts Came and This is what I said Repressed Fate ...No Longer can You Hold me Down from My Destiny Then I Pulled the Trigger .................and Let The Steel Set Me Free Goodluck To you Both |
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05-26-05, 07:39 PM | #6 | |||
Banned: Biting
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IP: 0086 7B47
i didnt know how to go about this so this is what i came up with. it's mainly a story line on Repressed fate.
The courthouse room was overflowed that early day in May. The people came from miles around and traveled night and day With hatred burning in the breasts, they drove with scarcely any rest To see the boy who broke the law and now would have to pay. It wasn't that his act of crime had sounded so displeasin' For blowing up a power plant appeared to have no reason And, in another time or place, it would have been a 'curious' case But, being in a war-time state, 'twas called an act of treason. The Daily News had spread the rage and called the boy a spy And all the world was startled at the popular outcry That stretched from Oregon to Maine. A wounded nation called in pain That, for his act of sabotage, the guilty boy must die. The room was tense and quiet as each witness testified Against the youthful figure with no lawyer by his side. If he'd shown sorrow he just might have found a friendly face that night But he showed nothing and whatever chance he held had died. As the trial neared to a close the judge said, "Stand, my son. We find it very hard to understand what you have done. Unless you have an explanation for this cruel act against our nation, If you would like a chance to speak, then take your final one." "Hard to understand?", the boy spoke with a voice of hate. "If you are here to sentence me that you're a little late! My sentencing has long been done by God and every mother's son, I've been condemned before, your Honor, by the hand of Fate." His words invited insults from an audience unkind Who, left unchecked, would probably have grabbed him from behind Until the sad truth hit their eyes and they began to realize As he addressed the jury that their saboteur was blind. "They call me un-American", he smiled. "A cruel fame For one who fought in foreign lands to save his country's name. While serving in the infantry, I traded sight for victory - How many of the people here would stand and do the same?" "When I returned from overseas I didn't plan to see A Broadway Avenue parade in honor just for me But just a chance to start again within the ranks of normal men A new beginning in the land that I had helped keep free." "But every avenue I chose led to a closing door My handicap was viewed by others like an open sore. Instead of opportunity, a grateful nation handed me A welfare check stuck in my hand and food stamps for the store. "Now quick the land forgets the hand that helped to plant the seed! Are we to be disgraced because we fought when there was need? Or did our strength show other men the weaknesses they have within,7 Remind them that they.owe a debt to patriots like me?" "I felt I should return the honor to my fellow men "And let them have a first-hand look at what my gift had been. Late one night I pulled the spark that put the city in the dark And made them see what I can see - for that I am condemned." A pin dropped would have echoed in there like a cannon's roar As pairs of feet were shuffling and eyes stared at the floor For each man knew he had been named and each felt burdened by the shame And each man feared the Maker he would have to stand before. The jury didn't leave the room. "Not Guilty!"was their cry. The foreman said, "I will not hang a better man than I." The gallery, threatened with removal, sounded out their strong approval And, possibly, a teardrop fell from that young soldier's eye. The judge stood up and smiled at him amid the cries and cheers He said, "Young man, you have been found not guilty by your peers." And, after thinking hard and long, his judgement came out loud and strong - He set the young boy free and gave Society thirty years! |
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05-26-05, 07:41 PM | #7 | |||
Banned: Biting
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IP: 0086 7B47
good luck to you guys also.
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05-30-05, 04:05 PM | #8 | |||||||
Light Weight
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IP: 6FA7 7304
I'm just going to assume Bond isn't showing up...
vote/Khatharis Stanza: Nice drop here, had some good emotion to it and a storyline that didn't sway, however its an overused concept. I did like how your last lines of where he is about to commit suicide were all written with the last word on the next line...it was cool. You got skills Khatharis: Damn man, that was tight. Usually with pieces that long I lose focus in the middle, but this gripped me man. Emotion and imagery was great, could really feel this guy's pain for what the people did to him. Vocab was simple, but it didn't need to be any better. Just a dope piece man |
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05-31-05, 11:51 AM | #9 | |||
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IP: BC9E 8B9A
Khatharis wins. .
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