Some Shit

I'm tearing at teeth with my fingernails
Only the severed hand can rock the children's cradles
All kith and kin have always failed me
Only the end of my spine could possibly tail me
So I tell the tail of how I became without spine
How I discovered one more word to rhyme with 'rhyme'
I can't listen to rap, it's guitar strings that move me
It's the breakbeat that actually means anything though
So I'm confused, for only the flute can ever soothe me
But it's all music... yeah...? So...?

I have no talents other than just being me
But with the life I lead that's hard enough already
It's not about doing stuff but rather perservering
Surving torment after torment moving slow and steady

Why is it when one gets knocked out and has amnesia the first thing out of their mouths is "Who am I?"

I don't need friends, food, or to fuck, I just need love
I just need peace, a peice of love
A peice of coherance, a peice of love
A peice of being able to be at peace with my meditative mind or at least to get properly situated but when I try to meditate my body always has to move screwing it up and screwing my mind but not in a sexual screwing way and thus not in the love I need but I can find the love in the mind of mineself.

I'm sick. Sometimes I'm this, sometimes I'm that.
Sometimes I'm The Necromancer, sometimes I'm Atra Ludio.
Sometimes I'm The Necromancer - Atra Ludio: Lord of the Flys
Sometimes I'm The Subin.
A few times Hass Woden.
And less times I'm Ba'al.

Somewhere over the rainbow...

There is no beat in my mind, I guess I'm sort of free. Free to write. But the beat of deppression is haunting as happy happy is gone gone.

Everything is used, everything influences me in the smallest way.
Period here, period there.
A period in time an epoch of rhyme.

For love is nothing that they make it out to be.

Sick.

I'm sick, aint I?

Yes, but "aint" aint a word.

If someone said something and I use some of the same words they've said, is such a thing plagerization?

Of course not. Unless it is. But surely every word in your language has been spoken before.

I just heard that the rabbit should run. I'm running.

You've fallen.

I'm dead.

You wish.

Sometimes. I must get up, continue running.

Can you hear it? Feel it?

The drums. Yes.

The drums are beating in your heart, in your head.

In my love, in my peace.

In everything you ever wanted, everything there is to release.

There is rythm, if only I can find it.

But you can't, you are running.

I must stop.

But you can't stop.

I can't...?

The drums won't let you.

The beat becomes broken.

A breakbeat, no doubt.

Indeed, leave me alone.

I can't.

You can't...?

The drums won't let me.

Why not?

Because YOU won't stop.

Stop... stop what?

Can't you feel the drums? I know you can. The steady beat. The breakbeat. The brokenbeat. The beat of the heart. The heartbeat. The broken heart beat. Until your heart is dead, the beat shall never stop. The drums shall forever be drummed.

Then I know how to get rid of you now...

...Oh... how?

The End

Show me how to make me laugh.
Show me how to make me cry.
Show me how mine mind will crash.
Show me how I'll eventually die.

Can a knife slice past the ribs to my heart?
If it can't then my ribs are truly protective.
But can one's hands break my spine apart?
Of course, which means I'm weak and pathetic.

Is there any magic in the broom?
There is as much magic as you make it.
I empower this broom with all the magic
That mine mind can instill with the power...
To love and to cleanse.

Now cleanse mine mind and sweep it clean
All in all

All in all

Subverse all in all

all the fall all all all nothing but all

Die.

I thought I was rid of you.

Die.

Leave me alone.

Die.

Please...

No.

Fine, I demand you leave me alone.

I can't leave you alone.

Please, I beg of you.

Demand, and then you beg?

Just... go...

Looks like your train of thought has derailed.

And looks like your face needs to get reaquainted with my fist.

My face is your heart. You wouldn't dare.

Watch me.

My eyes are closed. As are yours.

But the difference is I seek to cure my blindness.

The difference is your not willing enough to cure your blindness.

Oh...?

You can't fast for more then two days. You can't meditate for more then ten minutes. You're not willing to ritualize, or even vocalize, any magic. And you're ability to philosophize is reminiscent of a mocking bird, merely copying what other people have already said. You've never had an original thought in your head.

I'm sure I have. But even if I hadn't, is that so bad?

What do you mean.

Take Hip-Hop for instance, It's...

Ah yes, your vaunted Hip-Hop. How pathetic.

Just let me finish here... Okay, Hip-Hop in it's orgins was compiled out of vinyls. People used these vinyls to make there music. They took as many as they could breaking and sampling them. The end result was eventually music that sounded nothing like it's source. The Dj's of old had the ability to take many different things and unify them into something that barely resembled the sum of it's parts.

True, I suppose. But... tell me... in all the times you've read and reiterated the philosphy of others, when have you ever compiled it into something that "barely resembls the sum of it's parts." Hm...?

I... I...

Exactly. Dumbass.

Fuck you.

Fuck you too.

I bet this is an original thought. What we are doing right now.

You'd think that. But lots of people talk to themselves. It's generally one of the first signs of insanity.

What's the second sign?

Talking back to yourself.

Well...shit...

Yeah, hehehe, you're fucking screwed.

Shut up. You are too.

Like hell I am. I'm only here to torment you. The more pain and misery you have the more powerful I become.

You must be one of the most powerful... whatever the fuck you are... in the universe.

You'd think that... but that is cause you're a self-centered narcissistic selfish bitch.

Huh...?

You think you've got it bad, there are thousands... no millions... no billions... no... there are countless numbers of other people that have it worse than you.

So what? You upset you can't torture them or what?

Yeah I guess. That'd be so cool. One of my friends had a chance to torment this one girl. She used to get raped by her "boyfriend" and my friend would torment her so much that he actually had her believing that it was all her fault.

Well that sucks.

Yeah, it does. At the time I was tormenting a mental patient and it sucked cause they had him on drugs and he didn't feel a thing. I was so weak back then I barely survived.

Are you saying I can kill you with drugs?

Yes, but you don't have the guts to fuck your body up that much.

I suppose you're right.

Anyway, I gotta go. See ya later.

Yeah, later.

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Originally posted by Bruklor Nec is just dumb

I'm taking that as a compliment.

too fuckin long kid that shit was poor and ridiculious how long it was that aint even necessary kid,keep tryin i guess maybe youll get it

Kid? Did you just call me kid? I'm Bob Dole compared to you. Age, impotence, dead arm, the whole nine yards.

I think I'm understanding how Diamond feels cause I've been on this board forever and still don't get any respect.

"keep tryin i guess maybe youll get it"

Thanks, I'll hold you to that.

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Originally posted by Bruklor Nec is just dumb

I'm taking that as a compliment.

yea "kid" its a metaphore dumb ass,age u might be but age makes no difference but ive been on this site a hell of a lot longer than you some times this site crashes and dedicated ppl lose there posts and position but guaranteed ive been here longer and seen more on this site ive seen mods come and go not so many go but a few go so dont get your panties in a wad i was givin you constructive criticism learn to take it and utilize your skill dont be hatin,peace "kid"---METAPHORE

Yeah, well see, fuck cause... um... I don't give a shit anymore.

I'm going to cut myself until I bleed out blue blood.

~Islam~

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Originally posted by Bruklor Nec is just dumb

I'm taking that as a compliment.

An epic piece (though rough and at times on and off) journeying through parts of your life and emotions, but especially your 'thoughts'...(well that's what i saw)...

NOthing else to say.


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