Write whats on your mind

Anything goes

The fly sky me,
I fly, but not very high.
Not caring, I sigh...
In seconds
In minutes
hours go by.
Time cries
to speed see,
have fun but don't run,
just hug the beetchees

topic cyph should be writing off the topic the last person drops, well at least thats the way an effective cyph of this type would work.. and should at least be 8 lines
i'll write off your last line

hug the bitches on beaches, atmosphere and everythings decent
martini drinking, bacardi hurricane poared from coconuts in tree pieces
her sweet features, bikini's beaded with sea shells and sharks teeth
and then my sunglasses get foggy, looking on her revealing body
feeling calmly tipsy, another sip see, and started to rub her waist
let her know i want a taste, but she loves it when i got to wait
so I got to wait, because she's worth more than diamonds pearls
emeralds in spiral swirls that i find in the eyes of my island girl
waters slide and twirl, there turns broid the turquoise shades
the color of despair, that disputes points of the first foined rage

next topic: damn fools with lampoons... or whatever

The topic: Money Can't Buy Happiness.



You walk into the office, and everyone seems frantic
Your adviser gives you a look that startles you into panic
He tells you, shits over, all your funds are trashed
Theres no way to save them, your stock completely crashed..

You get home and sit down in your chair...
... This can't be my fate
Your head is engulfed, by a pair
... of two forces, which debate

Alright, sit down and just try to abate...
... about this hallucinatory chance that your willing to make.
Mind alterate and contemplate, whats at stake?
...this experience that to which you cant relate.
cuz you've blown so much that your high is becoming too rife
... so that now its so easy to pick death or your life
and you've expelled everyone that has not but help you...
and now your just scared about what the future will fall to
But think before its too deep and you either fire or leap.
... and wander into the good that you can still help to complete
Because it's creation alone that made your being
....and it's that which gave faith, but it's not in believing
& ur blessed with a marvelous gift, the gift 2 live that others wish they had,
slowly they wither on their death bed beggin for another chance, so be glad..
..that you can speak, talk, and even write
'cause money wont be the decider in the afterlife.
There are many things in this world where one can store value
Like your kids and your wife that completley adore you..
Or nature itself can clear your mind as you unwind
to its beauty and everthing that evolves in its time.
So believe! because the creator must be!
as he runs through you, just listen and "live free"
This will pass over and you will soon forget the debt
because this confusion will be over, so please do not fret.
just put it down, or you could simply walk away
...and realize this great chance lifes given you today
because the abstract is just what defines your dismay.

But just know, the future holds more than it grows
Your body becomes colder as euphoric emotion runs over.
and Life is good and I couldnt trade it to put me under.
But its that other side of this that makes me Wonder...

and so...


Your thoughts sway another way, and plunge into despair
You feel caged, and forced to stay.. within the devils care
Unfair, but alone you know though, that the voice is speaking
So your thoughts roam alone, with your self-loathing peaking
Discreetly, they intercept, redirect, and take effect
You hate yourself now, making the prior voice suspect
Infected, you reminince on what made you who you are
Defected thought, your sure to miss my intention thus far
As you gaze over the bottle of pills is full and it thrills
So you pick it up and your spine shrills with cold chills
But, "Put it down stupid, your decision is so abrupt
besides, that way of death isn't even gross enough
We need to make you an example, so the gore? it will be amble
And why would you swallow pills when you have a gun on the mantle?"
You feel so lame, and You think your insane
but whose to blame if the one talking to you is your brain?
The life you famed is over, the market tanked and whats worse is
The fact that on paper, your name is now Literally Worthless
So the voices chime in, "Man, the pills ain't slick."
"Plus, we all know your sick, the gun can make it go quick."
Your feeble, and the last thing you hear is your walking cane fall..
Your last thought,
"It sucks my wife's gonna have to clean my brains off the wall."



"Money can't buy happiness!"
... but it sure can bring pain.
But you alone can decide, if his choice was in vein.


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Remember, everyone has a voice.. but it's only heard if you use it.


Next Topic: Dark Sunshine

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Dark Sunshine...

one morning as i'm blasting my speakers, sitting and relaxing in leisure
our sun shines at the one time it's engulfed by beliefs from aztecs and incas
battling leaders judging by global position, I thought it was a solar eclipse
then our sonar rejects the proved placement, where the moons stationed
shows it's seamless. possibility is clearly split by the realness that's piling on
it's serious, we may find planet x, mirror match, on the other side of the sun
your mind can be stunned, mine is too. The light still is shining through
a reifier replica, that leaves fire instead of shadows in a blinding pool
of higher truth.. as children's hands raising eager, debate the teacher
technological singularity, our destiny, recreate god and create a creature
then the creatures sway believers, when the science revolutionizes
defiance is rising,
......then dies as what we know of space and time is self-realizing
dark sunshining... AI's cast a dark cloud, a veil of spots, nanobots
what now? get the fuck down.. how we believe that the chance of us
began from dust? and press the panic button, It's not no planet x
damn its this- your last hopes in a blackhole, when your channeled in..

lol idk..

next topic: in a cylinder

It's simple, the kid with pimples's sides are hardly less than dimples
& he's kinda shy like he wants to cry, n' tries to hide girls nipples...
Maybe he's gay, see, we've never seen him with females or bitches
Or possibly he weighs his self esteem a bit more than he wishes...


fuck 8 lines

Line after line

My mind runs, i feel guns, this prosectuion of this things i shun
Who knows, i feel bestowed, to have a life thats right but still unknown
My heart beats, my hurt feet, i've trecked through these dark clouds
Bottle in hand, i feel like nothing can touch my plan, i'll be the man
But what is a man, a god damn prosocution of others, we smuther
We hate each other, but no matter how much i drink i can't feel my mother
Her feelings are wavering, stand with this hatred and, where is she?
No where, i feel despair, i can't imagine being alive with out her there
Fuck life, i can beat this bitch down, i'm a clown, you can't here the sounds
These painful wallows, the cries i let out are shallow, old trees, i feel hallow
.....it just all makes no difference

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crime after crime, it aint that safe in the hood
line after line jonathon aint looking that good.....
and when i give'em the lead it aint no wood
so from here on out dont talk about things like "i could"...
just give me a chance i know it dont look good at frist glance
shut the fuck up, i'll shot at '4 CorNers' and make'em SQUARE DANCE....
and the next time its ur turn to leave a topic,
make it MurDah soi can elaborate on how i left u Topless....

topic: No Mercy