Hope, VA, Forsaken, Valour,

<~~~~~~~~~~~~~~me, hope, abstrakt\

i am a topic person.. but i dont do much on here.

^^werd...same here...i do good topicals....but not on this site

yo dont sleep on the topical king.

Go check 'Rhetorical Insights'
I am the single greatest topical writer to ever grace the net.

I'm true topical
if anybody has read my slept on open mics..

Lol at noone naming me...

or me... whats up with that we were in the finals of the topical tourney and i would have won if we didnt let restricted back in :thumbup:

i'll battle you flow :)

here's just one of mine im 12-2 in topicals on RV so far


Taken for granite this man of stone, born to stand alone
Set in bronze, arms weatherworn, strong, tan, and grown
Hands shown, smooth and delicate, no clues of blemishes
Eyes awry, gorgonized, muse the womb of Pegasus
Stoop in reverence, his presence just gleams in the day
Forever dreams of hero status without a wield from his blade
Forever shields his face from the heels of debate
Forever kneels for escape and being free of his cage
Enclosed in his own pose like parentheses on a page
The pause of the comma stays, sways, setting the stage
Impressions in clay, dreams are still wet when they pour
A vigil guard as the chisel tore his umbilical chord
A symbol is born, deformed without a heart and a soul
Centuries apart, seemed that the art had lost it’s hold
A first step, a birth of breath that he choked in cold
The pain was vile but he smiled while he broke the mold

As I nudge close, eyes engulfed in the brushstrokes
Bristles whistle on a canvas of habits and touch home
This Picasso grows old with a cloth cold blind fold
And chose to put life in perspective with his eyes closed
Lines flow with no boundaries when they’re found to meet
With a crash, a splash of color that covers the bounds of seas
Unwound and free like a floating breeze passing by them
In a frame of mind playing freeze tag with the horizon
Fine print in the corner, the owner witnessed his name
Crisp, sealed with a kiss of chapped lips pressing for change
Wick to flame, flame to matches, candles paint the fabric
Of time, light a tunnel of thought and the train is passage
That climbs, to mind’s crevices, designs that pens will drip
Run marathons, upon inspection are dots on sentences
Lining the price tag of a portrait apportioned for retail
I sold it to myself, Well… I was enamored with the details

not my best but its alright

yea, thats alrite flow... i still want to battle you...

alright give me 3 topics to choose from and set it up and ill drop a verse tomorrow i gotta go to work :thumbup:

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