the rhyme journal

on point like one dimension, keep em guessin
not to mention the next man sexed and secluded
abstruse, seduced, reduced with a noose
on the loose lace your shoes, its old news, nothing's new
so the truth of the matter is battered with disastrous chatter
on the run like mad hatters.
hit the wall and shatter the past you're so concerned with
one wrong turn and
you're going the right way

The random patter in this piece amuses and tickles me.

thanks new

drunk again. do you have a suggestion,
about the message in the bottle?
i cottle thoughts about blood lost through fraughts over motley jaunts
so fuck off
and leave me to my own devices
my own demise is ensured
vision's blurred on the regular
non rectangular
its more of a gradual slope
so smoke dope and choke cause the pope already damns you
hope for a master plan fool
congratulate those people, all down with the feeble
keep true, think through, and eat food
or die
bye

peas

I like this one man. It reminds me of how i used to spit back in the days. Keep developing, you're improving.

as per usual i enjoy your style. Its interesting because if you boiled down our conversations adhd style it fits with your lyricism but you are very linear thought patterned even if we speak in spattered pattern. So to see that juxtaposition is interesting,

this is a work in progress. the hope is to record it with a musician I am currently living/working with.

everything's green in nipon, we sleep on tatami
eat with the hashi, gohan and kami
tsunamis
upon me is the modern, merged with the past
the land of death, gods and wrath
karma and manners, polite chatter
drink and yell, it don't matter
the batter cooks on the flat iron stove
and the grass grows lush in the sudachi grove
the flow of life here is clear and definied
so breath the fresh air sip some rice wine

in nipon we sleep on the floor
grow kome and genki to store
imbibe away tension, find way to make rent and
the search of this section is core

so I wander these planes of change
this train snakes through and the view remains same
same, sane, an elemental root
black, dark, white, we all are too
its the human, movement, light life die
eat breath sleep, and shit like all the rest
run cry laugh, love hate fear,
reflect on the past, as your death draws near
so strong and common, dad child mom and
the beat of the planet, is on us

in nipon we sleep on the floor
grow kome and genki to store
imbibe away tension, find way to make rent and
the search of this section is core

so please consider, that all must wither
the rock will crumble and trees shall splinter
spring breeds winter which beckons the fall
of sky scraping mountains
marble fountains and walls
so call to the nations
elations of graces
peace folded cranes
a new era of patience

in nipon we sleep on the floor
grow kome and genki to store
imbibe away tension, find way to make rent and
the search of this section is core

in nipon we sleep on the floor
grow kome and genki to store
imbibe away tension, find way to make rent and
the search of this section is core

this is interesting because each culture is similar because we are all living the human condition but what part is stressed above all else. This sense of chronism or reflection on past and generationally speaking. In the flow it makes it interesting all the more because of the chorus, it seems that you are writting basely on the daily activity as if it is just the mechanism in which to explore more so the observations on death.

great work cant wait to here the finished product.

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what is this and what do I do?

It's an old rhyme thread that I made. I just bumped it so it wouldn't be lost in the purge. My advice is to spit some ish and make it stick. yo

These are hot Mehm!