i always get slept on in here...so this is my farewell poem in here..(topic has nothing to do with the title)



i'm the same character thats unpleasant
dubbin your back power like snapple records
green w's actin lessons
talkin bout my over exposure, memories filled
with your filth, these lines are harmony mills
over trees like canopys built
television anarchy, ill nomad with no homes like hispanics got killed
ozone... junk canisters built asthma market addict
Narcicsyt manic, obsessive mammal recissive genes like Simmons
to be seen and swimmin, scenes us in homeostatus
28 ounces, Romeo papers are wrote back to dates that provoked
urgin to fix reactions, scratch like bein allergic to Vicks...
bang sea urchin with sticks...over oceans miss the slur
a hundred and two hard years for Christopher Columbus now i'm here
missed a few titles, as we got stuck in the cycle
pilgramage movements, blind images proven to give us illusions


hand massage, thumb pressure point, sand mirage
writing life bombs, night drawn picture perfect painted
this purpose is ancient
before servants and slaves ever heard of implacement
the power thru words are a statement
disturbs creation, plus attacks against self like Kurds gettin vaporized for worshipping nations
waited on the date file, callin thankin the Father for this bond
like Sean Connery, modeled site on this life that are bombs
fightin tonight eye and eye, talk all that you want
felt the lifeless of calm, hit the lights like flys frying, life and thats all...
natural, despite the half assed masters that be after you
sandal head rap, split each other's paths in two
embaressed to lessen my wrath of life...Islamic calms
mics alarmed, type to dark your mind and thoughts upon you like Salam

centuries peak, when we speak it enters me deep
injury levels are higher states, embezzeled to buy a fate
to dire straight, let the fire wait
burn for eternity, learn to enternally yearn, scournin me beyond...
built on ponds, strong, less than plans
thats pride talkin, my eye's hammer the flesh of man
i never felt this before, encaved in like Osama, with bombs meltin the core
my moms used to kick it, felt it, manure
i write shit, to help that it would soar
before this life gets frightening
simply we should think like letters in Koran writting
for better or worse, far or less our addresses are tangled
from doors to bed up messages unraveled...travelled sand dunes over disgressive
holdin the essence close...energy transits from the soul
mesh and roll
move Jupiter's child like Stephen Wolfe
Narcicyst's nostrils breathe upwards like Heaven's poll
you need the restitude.....


i know it's a bit choppy but thats how i wanted to be...if you dont mind please give me some feedback on this one...

Narcicyst/Charlton Teston/The Narcel/L-Lips Testly/

i couldn't follow it...it doesn't really make any sense...hit me up, tell me what it's about

^ i agree wid her .... u got up ya flow ...
not all shit has to flow but im see`in ur shit like
a rhyme so ... yeah i reckon u should stay ya got
potential .. dont worry bout sleepers it always happens
even way back 2-3 yrs ago peeps were sleepin ...
make them notice ya shit & reply to peeps !!
You gotta believe in urself & your work before peeps
believe in it ...

Pz

LOL-Nah i find the same thing happening to me on my writtens-its not worth it anymore if we dont get something going soon like poetry battle section then might as well fuck this poetry section. I see a lot of new comers with lack of skill in here and naturally its taken from the experienced writters.

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