This thread will be dedicated for the top peices for each week. It will include the picture chosen for each week, followed by the 3 best pieces written for it. The mods of Poetic Scriptures along with myself will be choosing these 3 winners.

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Week 1 Picture:

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Best Of Week 1:


Prolyfic:


this is what i see...

times changin, my minds attainin a higher plain to,
explain tha natures wisdom, thru incrypted rhythms/
conversations w/ madness, contemplatin tha vantage,
tick...ya lifes thinin, tick...ya lifes lived.../
blind men follow famine, marchin to the apocalypse,
hope atop tha cliffs, do we not possess legs?/
I rose, like lazarus, science told imposible,
words as my aposles, follow tha flow....


times changin, warpin, tickin speakin its diction,
in rhythm, never slippin, never waitin for nothin/
all passes, tha math adds to a bad axis,
world spins faster, slaves become masters/
science offeneds pastors, chilvilry is a bastard,
his son, hated his father, fought ta cover his ways/
ocean tides rise, waves come to wash tha sadness,
displeased, we forsake the own air that we breathe/
spreadin poisons, creatin big black murky seas,
which leads me to believe, r we worth of peace?/
worthy, of tha skies above, shootin drugs,
jus to bare our own lives, nerve we call oursleves "high"/
testin, our new weapons at tha peoples expense,
till we, cease to exist, whats tha meanin 4 this?/
wise men left glyphs and we self-destructed,
other forms see tha scorn in our bones an study it...







deacon:


It's a time to stop all growth--The sand a shallow hole we ly. Waiting time clicks without a subordinate flashful sign--We look apon the cliffs to find a hope of further futures but lack the leaves of spring that shelters the character of all our features. We melt with sun aside a dying sea--so helplessly--so narrow to the truth inside the lack of better comformity--that seed imbedded in our souls less light no hope for growth--next to a sandy shadow sea our lives stand still-less hope. On the desktops we pivit our lives away to better the future in a capital way--we flush out the blood that drove us this far to filter our lives like empirical stars. Our travel was fluent to the end--

Discovered now lost whats thick was thin







The Necromancer:


Time is delt and it melts with the pelt of skin of the flesh of the rest of the world lost in a gust of wind so it must dissolve and to solve the mystery and history of time to the chime of the clock to stop and hawk to top of the authority which is boring me and command of the land lays waste to the taste of chronology and pathology to lie and deny the progression thats testing humanity and their vanity to move forward and toward another advancement from tantric to practical turn an attack to null and make peace so at least we'll be secure and demure in the fact that at last time must stop so as to hop from chaos of melting and molten folding to pacifism so we're living in peace and harmony and technology brings harm to me so we must rid ourselves of the food off our shelves as we take away all buildings thats filling our world and leave us with dust and water and we become our own fodder to feed our hunger of a universe to be made worse by having nothing at all and to fall to nature and her will so she will recreate from the smallest like an ant to the tallest like a mountain or at least a cliff to miff your thought that you were on top but your not and you got to move back as time moves forward.





Honorable Mention : .:Stem:.

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Week 2 Picture:

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Best Of Week 2:


Mystik Mind:

Is There A God? If There Is Why Are People Still Kept As Slaves/
Building A Perfect World And Yet...Nobody Is Perfectly Behaved/
There Have Been Many A Creation But Yet There Is Nothin But Space/
Occupied By All Things Of Your Own And Yet What We Dont Do Is A Disgrace/
People Have Many Ways Of Interrpreting Time But Where Does It Go?/
Time Is Never-Ending...But For Some...Where Does It Flow?/
Wrapped Up In Self Indulgence...Time Flys As We Spiral Into A Black Hole/
We Have So Much Time In This World...How Many Of Us Have Set Life Goals?/
Leaving Us Thoughtless Of What Lies Ahead And What We Shall Encounter Next/
Pray To God And Hope That When You Pray For Help He Gives You His Best/
Music...What A Great Thing...Many Use It To Free Their Minds And Escape Reality/
Can You Blame Us? Look What Goes On..Murder, Rape, All So Much Brutality/
So If There Is A God Up In Heaven...How Come There Is Suffering And Not Much Relief?/
Well Why Dont We Help Out...Its Our Time...Do What You Want...Just Believe/







Prolyfic :

the untold simplicity, to unfold these mysteries,
of misery and joy, birthed ajoined now apart/
ironic education, designed for mind levitation,
equating decimation, equating the desicration/
and ever paitient is death awaiting to progress,
ever patient, death awaiting, taking your breath/
never slaves to a chain, never slaves to a man,
only slaves to ambitions of surpassing GOD's hands/
grasping GOD's hands, asking for GOD's presence,
as...we proceed to speak blasphemy in hell/
attached to possessions, questioning the stars,
destination, when made to admire, inspire faith/
but dire is day that scorns the moon for competition,
death was man challenging nature for GOD's wisdom/
for the idea is further than man can even fathom,
while devil sits back as we bite the apple laughing...







AddLibb:

This is mind clutter,
In time, further my sights order.
Crime borders both the truth and the lies
I shine over.
Rights noble
Never drink while I drive
I'll die sober.
Climb over
The very top of the grime I rhyme over.
Pried opens
Silver doors in my life and heart's focus.
While my heart's broken
Dig and I try to buy open trust.
Peace of mind
Steady climbs pride in my chorus never cry
Until the day that I die of mind boredness.
I find ordnance
Bombing the streets.
Poor and the weak, nothing to eat.
Hungry they weep
Bony physiques.
The force in fatigues.
The wars never cease looking at me.
Look at the trees, the willow weeps
See the destiny of these things messing with me.
Only after defeat
The testing complete.
My stress is festering.
Learning to flee
Taking the heat.
The same speech
That was given to me
In '83.
I say these things
From the wind of the pen
Dictating me.
Frustrating me,
The lust and the sin
Regaining greed.
Imitating the streets
Was never favored to me
Never catered to me.
Favorite to me or tailored to me.
Sacred to me
The art of love;
Their war is claiming the streets.
Ridiculous.....
Entertaining with beats and rhythms
Gotta sing
Through this silent bliss;
A Marine
Who's mind's a cluttered fist.
Touching this
Cycled flow without the studder in
Something hits.
Bumping writs from a cluttered mind diced
After it's sliced open.

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Week 3 Picture:

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Best Of Week 3:


AddLibb:

thoughts of my own taking over my body
like a blanket they are consuming me
forcing me to sweat and everyone thought begins to get contagious
influencing the next
i honestly cant explain this natural phenomenom
to some of you
a few will understand directly where im coming from, literally
its like karma from the third eye looking behind you
your vision becomes totally clear
and you lose all real grips of reality
and the world you can longer hear
most of you will read this and fear me for speaking of this
but us elite few can form an unspoken bond between us
if your not feeling this
than your not getting near your full potential, your not even close
this place im speaking of is full of undescriptive details that go unseen and go forever forgotten
i really hope i can get through to just a few of you
cause this place is deep down inside in all of us
it took me 20 years just to begin to realize this
im not talking about rapping, im talking about an extended reality among us
where you can categorize and question everything around us
be able to develop your own thoughts about whats going on around us
the great thinkers have been dead for a very long while now
but i feel you are really reading a passage by one of the next great ones, present among us
im not being deluisional
and i have no thoughts of becoming wealthy or famous
fame lays with in your heart
and when your real people can really sense that
some of you will take this the wrong way
and say "man can you believe this?", this dudes crazy
but for real, just think about what im trying to reveal to you
i just realized that we need to reach a point where we grow up and never llok back; i know its a cliche but im trying to take you deeper into that
ive reached my point and i have acepted that
we talk about change and what we cant stand to deal with
but unlike the great men that have died before us
to many of us are afraid to go explore and stand up for what we believe in
i wsh i could take all of you to this place
and leave you




Mystik Mind:

A New Born, Protected From The Evil..
There She Is, Waiting On His Presence..
Will He Be Good?, I Think He Will..
After All, He Has No Bad Influence..

Who Are You, Why Are You Here..
Who Is She, Can You Trust Her..
Yes, There Is No Need For Fear..
Take Her Hand, She Will Guide You Near..

Her Marvellous Creation, Children Watch..
Astounded By Her Powers, Children Smile..
Eager To Meet The Man, Children Scratch..
When Is He Coming Woman, Chidren Cry..

What Will He Do, Why Is He Born..
Where Will He Stay, Is He Safe..
He Is Coming, His Egg Is Torn..
Am I Witnessing This, Is It Fake..

The Fragile Woman Has Produced Once Again..
A Strong Presence She Has, Look For Yourself..
Weak In Posture, Strong In Mind And No Pretend..
But Man From An Egg, How Can This Make Sense..




Content Flowz

She Looks Like Fiona Apple On Crack In Hell.....Okay.....

Emotionally In A Million Pieces Unsure
Of Whats Upon The Horizion Do You
Wish Death For Me For The Fact I Love
You But Its Not Providin For A Distance
You Cant See It Love Takes Time To Hatch
And Then Remix Even If Paths Cross And
You Click All In Sequence A Wrinkle In Time
Can Bring Forth A Monkey Wrench Into It All
Forreal Dizziness Like Lauren Hills My Perspective
On The Issue Drug Free The Heart Cares More
Than Youll Ever Know Its Often Misused My
Minds The Prison And Ive Grown Tired Of
Playin Cell Games Scratchin Marks On The Walls
But Is It Pearly Gates Or Hells Flames The Roofs
On Fire And The Skys Underwater Miss W Im Still
Writing Songs For Your Daughter Loves All I Offer
Im Only Geting Older And Id Enjoy Helping Her
Support The Worlds Weight On Her Shoulders Let
Her Work Her Magic And Handle Things To The Best
Of Her Abilities The Seperations Killin Me Forever
Pains Instilled In Me Real As Can Be

This Pick Off the Hook Shhiznit Your The
Shiznit Back To Work Now Peace

~Content~

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Week 4 Picture:

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Best Of Week 4:

Mystik Mind:

Nice Pic...This Is What I See...

The Dark Skies Of Her Fulfilled Mind Can Only Portray A Certain Discomfort..
Entertaing Thousands Can Hold A Personal Anger, On The Preying Eyes Of A Bliss Hunter..
She Dances Looking To The Skies But Mind Is Red With Rage...She Dances To Escape Her Worries..
No-one Can Pass Judgement, No-one Can Harm Her, She Is One With The Earth And Sky As She Flurries..
A World Of Trouble Surrounds Her But Yet She Is Looking So Peaceful And Calm..
Blocking Out Mental Images Of Failure, She Dances To The Music As Sweetly As Balm..
Looking So Natural, The Skies Open Up...Its Is Not The Anger And Rage Of The World...But Her Own..
Dancing To Escape Her Own Troubles...This Is The Only Thing She Knows...This Is Her Home..
Regretful Feeling As The Body Moves, Glides Along The Red Mist Of Portraying Silence..
There She Goes...Flying Without A Care In The World...Past Trouble's Been Displaying Violence..
How Can She Be Angry? She Is Doing What She Loves...She Dances With Elegance..
In A Society Of Hate, She Gets Her Message Across With A Certain Amount Of Mellowness..
Proving The World Wrong...Not Everyone Can Hate, No Need To Hear Just Watch And Believe..
Amazingly Incredible The Movement Is Uncapturable As She Decends From The Skies..
Can It Be A Blessing In Disguise...Just Take I Deep, Long Stare And Take A Look Inside..
With All Your Anger There's A Peaceful Person Inside Waiting To Calm The Mood..
Dont Get Involved With Hate Knowing This Is Inside...Feast On It Like It Was Food..
Let Her Actions Do The Talking...Coz After All Words Only Mean Something Up To A Certain Extent..
Actions Speak Louder Than Words...Act Out On This And Then Perhaps A Dancing Angel Will Decend..




Mis.Tique:

She dances among her beauty, her aura, her being surounds her
The pains shed by all things irrelevant, are unable to surmount her

She moves within the music, its as if it plays to her step
As she begins to move in grace she is all that is left

Shes masked behind her splender, to those unknown it is her being
The reddened eyes of fury though, is all shes capable of seeing

She dances for the love, the pain, the strife, all of her consistency
She moves to the bass of her beating heart, the music, simply adds vibrancy

Each toed step is a step away from past pain and still moves her closer to more
The earthy pose her body forms reveals her bodies aching core

The dress flowing from her body, covers past wounds well, it adds to the mask
Her eyes played up in colored hughes more advently complete the task

When asked, the color of her eyes she simply is able to state
My dance my movements, my bleating heart is the color my eyes shall take

Blood shot they peruse the theater, her pain apparent but its depths remain unknown
As the emotionful music plays her face loses grace, the pain is finally shown

The tears fall from her hurting eyes as she dances the theater grows blurry
The steps still are performed theyre part of her nature, they depict each feeling of fury

The music ceases, as pain increases, the final bow is taken
She walks from the stage, still full of rage, the origin of her pain stands unshaken

Her shoes slipped from her feet, her dress from her body she stands in bare truth
As clothes are slipped on, her eyes become grey, she covers every evident piece of proof




Phrantik:

a dance in hell to escape pain and demise
to out step and out twirl her incredible lies
a ballerina with a gown of a trillion fears
and a face that rains a million tears
one girl alone in a terrible dream
haunting desires that make the clouds scream
scream and scream and the dye red with the blood
the blood of the cursed, the cut and the loved
while growing intense the blood starts to pour
drowning the dancer, the dreams, and much more-*-

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Week 5 Picture:

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Best of Week 5:



Mystik Mind:

One Body But Many Personalities..
One Body But How Many Originalities?..
One Mind But So Many Different Actions..
One Mind But So Many Lustful Attractions..

What We Show On The Outside Is Different To The Inside..
What We Feel On The Inside Is Different To What We Show On The Outside..
What We Wear Reflects The Kind Of Person We Are..
What We Wear Also Determines Our Career And Will We Go Far..

Our Head Full Of Wisdom And Wishful Thinking..
Our Head Full Of Hate And Hate Plans Making..
Our Head Full Of The Desire To Be Loved..
Our Head Full Of The Longiny To Be Unplugged..

Our Body Comes In Many Shapes And Sizes..
Our Body Can Be Touched And Played With..
Our Body Can Produce Gestures The Mouth Cant..
Our Body Can Make The Moves Our Mind Wont..



Twizzle Stix:

Subordinate.....crossways....pathways.
disordinance...many ways.....split ways.
Dissarry......dismay....Reversed play's.
Stirring up a storm in ashtray's with a spoon.
with a segment of elegance and soliquence.
Spread it, its dirty full of infactuence.
Yet.....wholly calling and willingly crossed.
Yet.....Departed in separated Frost.
Misty and shorded but ever so clear..
a mis-used youth scarred, halted by beauty.
And then with vivisection is stopped by Lust.
Thrust of segments, left of faculty........
Right of sin, and left in soliquay.....



bouncedoggydog:

He weeps...


Build me the perfect woman the animator once said/
With the spirit of a rebal and defiance on her head/
An isolated intellec, looking deeper into every spec/
Anger dialated w/no regrets, shrouded in doubt in all respects/

!/3 of her through the animator gazed...His dream almost true...

Soft velvetly broonze skin, warm to the touch, and as intoxicating as Gin/
House her a heart, bare skin made of sin, lovely indeed "Animator" said w/a grin/
Drape her in braided lok's of radiant hair, no need for clothing, and a reason to stare/
Involved with his work, the Animator's despair, lost in her curves yet emotionaly bare.../

2/3's of her finished, the animators illness has completey diminished...

A solid foundation, built for gyration such a splendid creation, a total elation/
Firm, taut and cat like when she walks, perfection disgned beyond human correction/
Magnificense in metalic significanse, Displaying ASSets in FULL apperance/
A natural aliance and lustfull adherance, man unto woman, as life unto experience, the animators only ignorance.../

Now complete...the animator sit's there and weeps....

~Reminder~

In the life that we "build" nothing is for "KEEPS"....

He weeps....



Honorable Mention : Content


http://www.rapbattles.com/forum/sho...&threadid=67205

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