This is way the hysteria ends and also where the hysteria-starts
came to a fork in the road and on one side I saw the mysterious-dark
anything that doesnt have protection-gets-slaughtered
Shivers run up my spine as I see the moon reflect-off-the-water
I Peer On the other side and all I see is the presence-of-light
I see nothing but good things, the pure essence-of-life
one side all I see is the hate the other all im feeling-is-love
and it all combines in the middle and spills-out-the-cup

. .
Made sight, Gold and Velvet divided, seperating Day and Night
the chalice Holds my imagination, who am i to Say whats Right?
Painted sight . . pained in sight of a Dawn breaking our Dreams,
A knotted oak. . thus symbolising the Tie's in Our Family Trees.
The manderin glow as the Sunsets. . colliding w/ a Blue blanket,
As the Shadows Silhouette, Overpowers the Light of Madness.
Conjoined at The Soul of this Piece. . an Explosion Of The Two,
the Combination of God and Satan centered by the wise of youth.

ne plus ultra
i look between......
two sides too full frontal it seemed.....
a serious life caught between verticle seams...
a mind, this life, a dream

Seperate lives and still we share the same name....
Rooted together forever deep within a picture frame......
Granted it seems i am the same being.
trapped, and unsure to a simple lifes meaning....

I breathe deep, and think?

This air is tasteless but still i digest it.....
Confusion compounding i compressed it...
i see more for me ... I coalesce....
A new Being....


...hmmmm...wow this one is relative to my life......enjoy

just a word from the wise...to some of you....dont look at it as fucking night and day...i say it that way because all of you are using night and day so braodly...and its not very imagionative...

it seems repetitive with most of..you...though im not gonna say any names in this forum...

think of something new!! jeeeeeezzz


igido...

^That'll come naturally, madd. You whole point is to write to what this picture inspires. It's all good...

This is the world...

We live life while somebody dies.
Laugh out loud while somebody cries.
Young kid grows up while the old man goes down.
A clown makes a child laugh while a killer makes a young man frown.
Getting that money while hobos feel hunger.
Young cus getting big but old gramp's getting no younger.
Living birds rising to the sky while the dying birds plunger.
I'm going through insomnia while my brother's going through a deep night slumber.
Of humble beginnings, rising from the dirt.
One more soul for the devil when the young ma's giving birth.
Bum's sticking up old bitch for money.
Poor getting more vinegar while rich's getting more honey.
Girl giving up on life, hanging body on a rope...
While a kid from the streets finds new hope.

Its the world.

Two worlds of separate separated by color…
The branches are rooted by your self and simply there is NO other
You chose the blue and that’s your decision
To the child of orange its hatreds first incision

Depict the chance to mix and form
And the color broadens the spectrum /outta the norm
Interracial the chance is open
The thought of blue and orange an answer unspoken

The horizon of race is yet undefined
When the rainbow is truly the interchanging SPINE
Black and white makes both of these colors
So think of one another not as pigments but as brothers.

that was nice^ i liked teh ying and yang reference

Thanx again :)',...i like the picture aswell, was a good one.

Inhale
Exhale
Hyperventilate
Left
Right
Differentiate
Top
Bottom
Medial State
This
That
Fact Mate
Black
White
Sight in Date
Yes
No
Decision To Make
HIgh
Low
Obscure Rate
Light
Dark
Overrated SLate
Clean
Dirty
Issued PLate
Right
WRong
Hypocricy Dictate
Tight
Loose
Liberal Debate
Good
Bad
Hesitations Generate
Silver
Gold
Antique Rebate
Life
Death
Breathe-Take
Start
Finish
Way Too Late



...Just a little keystyle for all of you.

As i can see...many have been participating on here and im glad that you all have. Different Views. Compressed Opinions. Perpectives Surrounds the whole Forum. And of course...WRiters At their Best.


(Ill try to clean this all up and start WEek 8...all i need is a picture. If you have any suggestion. Feel Free to Pm me..suckahs!..;))

Profitt has done something like this as well as dead and famous.....you stole my idea dammit....lol...u wouldnt steal...

nicely done shizzy

One word.


Boredness. ;)

Each road heads to the same prize.
Each road directs you to something else.
Each road makes it difficult no matter the size.
Each road makes you greedy-greedy for your self.

Selfish
Competitors get crushed,
Weaklings die fighting,
As they get hushed
From the high riding
No surviving

Each one has a task
Each one has a rap
Each one has a flask
Each one has a past
No surviving

There’s no night and day
Nights are days and days are nights,
When you try to obey rap’s ways.
Night just shows a lack of light.
No surviving,

When the day is night
The days just surpass
Under the lime-light,
Surviving without a flask.
No Surviving,

Mountains are high
While days are nights
Nights are days sigh
Because nights have light.
No Surviving

Selfish people lose the trophy
Just All trapped and lonely.

There’s no surviving….

Yo
One soul seperates light and dark
A gold cup sits ready for someone to spark
To bring the light to make things clear
Staring into darkness lives just disappear
Its the moment, two places at one time
One siting bright the other ready to shine
Everythings twisted two souls now bleed
One already winning other wanting to succeed
Both lost in a blank reality with dismal cries
One ignores the problems the other one dies
Seperated by a truth and elements decieved
One feels cured, the other spits disease
Both bleed but the thoughts are distracted
One sat in dismay the other chemically reacted
The seperations of wrong and right
One stood tall the other wouldn't fight
Its clear as night and day in which this soul now twists
One stayed alive while the other slit its wrists
Look deep inside the portrait its a twisted face
One side feels happiness the other total disgrace
What a waste for a soul with a golden heart
One new from the beginning while the other would never start

Yo i dont know wat the fukk is goin through my head this picture reflects my life man. Fukkin great picture. These words express my life and this picture to an exact point in my head. Aight thats it. PEACE
-KeMy$t