A philter of poetry

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    • A philter of poetry

      Another rhyme does my day a crime,
      Scared by my lines because of my open mind.
      A soul free unbound by monetary chains,
      With a bitter heart unwound I show my disdain.

      Call attention to an issue, but try not to pursue,
      That which you say is true, will be an end to me and you.

      Trouble wrote:

      Sounds like an expert clicker to me :D

      Doc Brown wrote:

      I have read several of your posts elsewhere over a number of years. I find your mental state to be disturbing and you probably need professional help.
      What you write in the spam section doesn't have much impact on the game as a whole ... But I don't like to see you attempting to influence normal players in universe 1.
    • Five days the sun rises in the sky,
      Five days more for the sunlight to die.
      The moon is but a phase, passing a glance,
      Over dew-covered meadows shrouded in fog-covered grass.

      For only a moment I may look to the sky,
      The soft glow of the moon, now goes where the sun lied.

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      I don't get many opportunities to see the moonlight, at least not in contrast with blackened storm clouds. Most of the time I lay in bed at night wishing to sleep, but when the morning comes I miss the night. The peace and quiet at 3 AM here is comparable to the Kettle Moraine.

      Trouble wrote:

      Sounds like an expert clicker to me :D

      Doc Brown wrote:

      I have read several of your posts elsewhere over a number of years. I find your mental state to be disturbing and you probably need professional help.
      What you write in the spam section doesn't have much impact on the game as a whole ... But I don't like to see you attempting to influence normal players in universe 1.
    • True love is a tree. The soil must be cultured, the light of day strong, and enabled to grow unbounded. True love is unconditional, and in such a way we allow it reveal new, beautiful foliage than we knew possible.

      Trouble wrote:

      Sounds like an expert clicker to me :D

      Doc Brown wrote:

      I have read several of your posts elsewhere over a number of years. I find your mental state to be disturbing and you probably need professional help.
      What you write in the spam section doesn't have much impact on the game as a whole ... But I don't like to see you attempting to influence normal players in universe 1.
    • It is a bitter hunger that leads a man to eat.
      A tattered set of clothes as he walks the streets.
      It's his legs that carry him from day to day.
      A lost heart that tells him there's no other way.

      An open hand will guide him, a closed mouth will bind him.
      Open hearts that free the soul, and shut eyes that discourage him whole.
      It is not for shame to ask for help, yet a mind racked with guilt leaves him in his own hell.
      The worn soles of his shoes tell the story, of a man who walks daily with worry.

      How far off is it to say, that you too could have been
      Left without a home, without family, and without friends?

      Trouble wrote:

      Sounds like an expert clicker to me :D

      Doc Brown wrote:

      I have read several of your posts elsewhere over a number of years. I find your mental state to be disturbing and you probably need professional help.
      What you write in the spam section doesn't have much impact on the game as a whole ... But I don't like to see you attempting to influence normal players in universe 1.
    • Never listened to her, but I've heard the name. Nice to know it's comparable to somebody of fame.

      Trouble wrote:

      Sounds like an expert clicker to me :D

      Doc Brown wrote:

      I have read several of your posts elsewhere over a number of years. I find your mental state to be disturbing and you probably need professional help.
      What you write in the spam section doesn't have much impact on the game as a whole ... But I don't like to see you attempting to influence normal players in universe 1.
    • Big bids and buy-outs, create radio saturation,
      The banksters want to stifle free thought and creation.
      With our denomination you can buy many things,
      Crispy clothes, fresh cars, drugs and pimp rings.
      It can even buy your soul if you give yourself a worth,
      Come back to your roots, where you started from birth.

      Trouble wrote:

      Sounds like an expert clicker to me :D

      Doc Brown wrote:

      I have read several of your posts elsewhere over a number of years. I find your mental state to be disturbing and you probably need professional help.
      What you write in the spam section doesn't have much impact on the game as a whole ... But I don't like to see you attempting to influence normal players in universe 1.
    • I am a raging inferno.
      I am a rising tempest.
      I am a Phoenix aflame.
      I will never stand down and I will never silence this voice of rebellion.
      I was not born to wear chains; I was born for revolution.
      This is not a time to lay down, this is a time to rise.
      This is a time to realize our magnificent powers and medicine.
      This is a time of raising our heads and howling our truth to the sky.

    • Well said

      Trouble wrote:

      Sounds like an expert clicker to me :D

      Doc Brown wrote:

      I have read several of your posts elsewhere over a number of years. I find your mental state to be disturbing and you probably need professional help.
      What you write in the spam section doesn't have much impact on the game as a whole ... But I don't like to see you attempting to influence normal players in universe 1.
    • A snake in the grass your mouth drips with venom.
      By the lake in the past I made you my victim.
      The poison you breathe bleeds to my people.
      The lies you lead tread ever so deeper.
      Clearer now I see your despise,
      And I know there isn't a compromise.
      You've made your choice and I have mine.
      Forgive me friend, it was I who made you blind.

      Trouble wrote:

      Sounds like an expert clicker to me :D

      Doc Brown wrote:

      I have read several of your posts elsewhere over a number of years. I find your mental state to be disturbing and you probably need professional help.
      What you write in the spam section doesn't have much impact on the game as a whole ... But I don't like to see you attempting to influence normal players in universe 1.
    • Through your teeth you tell me lies
      Smiling wide yet seething despise
      In your absence I stood in your place
      A back-stabbing jab instead of my face
      You say you're on some petty shit
      really though you're shitting bricks
      You did this to piss of a lunatic
      that turned hellbent on a mission hell-sent
      My hatred within consumes my soul
      My inner beast opens its maw and swallows you whole

      Trouble wrote:

      Sounds like an expert clicker to me :D

      Doc Brown wrote:

      I have read several of your posts elsewhere over a number of years. I find your mental state to be disturbing and you probably need professional help.
      What you write in the spam section doesn't have much impact on the game as a whole ... But I don't like to see you attempting to influence normal players in universe 1.
    • A cry of anguish and suffering tears the sky asunder,
      the battle cry of a warrior, his voice louder than thunder.
      The tyranny of kings, a lifetime of oppression,
      These two breed hate that builds aggression.
      The harbinger of death, the minstrel of a new age,
      His heart burning stronger, filled with true rage.

      A weapon of choice, he picks up an axe,
      Quiet in his voice, his target he tracks.
      Enslaved hunts his master, a table that’s turned.
      Careful movements and vigilant eyes,
      Only a matter of time before he wins his prize.
      Heart racing faster, the hunt’s location learned.

      With a swing of the axe, he decapitates his foe.
      In the name of the people, he delivers a final blow.
      Her name is Freedom, he fought in her name,
      The very same cause that made him insane.

      In his heart he knows at least he still wants her.
      Too late now, he knows the beast has become the monster.

      Trouble wrote:

      Sounds like an expert clicker to me :D

      Doc Brown wrote:

      I have read several of your posts elsewhere over a number of years. I find your mental state to be disturbing and you probably need professional help.
      What you write in the spam section doesn't have much impact on the game as a whole ... But I don't like to see you attempting to influence normal players in universe 1.
    • In silence we suffer as we find yet another
      Reason to die often brought on by our ties.
      Ties to fellow man which say friendship be damned.

      Lies to our hearts which play like a stage,
      We struggle day to day to find a reason to turn the page.
      The paper flips, but the words are the same,
      Fellow man says we’ve only ourselves to blame.

      “Stop getting in your chest about it,”
      Stop letting me down, you allowed it.
      We own up for our lives, because we can only carry ourselves,
      Even those we turn to in distress, tell us we need to put it on a shelf.

      So tell me then where this shelf has been,
      You talk about it but it’s something I haven’t seen.
      You can’t see what’s crippled in my brain,
      Robbed of my happiness, my joy has been slain.

      I walk with two faces, one is me, the other is me.
      People act so disgraceful, when I tell them what I mean.
      A distasteful race of company, co-workers think it’s funny,
      Alone in my misery, it’s just the way things seem.
      I’m not alone, there are friends around me,
      Despite my struggles, they keep watching me drowning.

      Depression is not a farce, it is a darkened pain,
      Regressive behaviour is part of the end-game.
      Self-destruction is a familiar friend,
      A similar pattern until my time ends.

      Trouble wrote:

      Sounds like an expert clicker to me :D

      Doc Brown wrote:

      I have read several of your posts elsewhere over a number of years. I find your mental state to be disturbing and you probably need professional help.
      What you write in the spam section doesn't have much impact on the game as a whole ... But I don't like to see you attempting to influence normal players in universe 1.
    • No compassion in your soul you keep dashing my hopes,
      Low level insults and weak prose, who are you fronting for bro?
      Did you think you could really compose a set of lyrics that would leave minds full?
      Thoughtless words and weak rhymes, your music should be a crime,
      Stepping out of line, don’t try me,
      I’ll write around you and leave you behind me.

      Your ethics are weaker than your future is bleaker,
      Desolate and emptier than the heart of a cheater.
      Believe me when I say that your raps are like play,
      Received upon delay, but my words won’t betray.

      These lyrics are my heart, and I’ll pick you apart,
      Dissect your shitty bars and bury you in the dark.
      My lyrics are like fire, they burn higher and brighter;
      Compacted and tighter than your shit that’s so tired.
      I’ll break you and tranq. you, my words burn you to ashes.
      I’ve worked on my art since you got diaper rashes.

      No passion to ramping up your rap game,
      Your fashioned style and content all sound the same.
      I could write a book of rhymes that break down your vocabulary,
      I would title it “A look at lines probably written in elementary.”
      It’s a new century and your words aren’t meant for me,
      I think you’d be better off reading Seuss in a children’s library.

      Terry not you’ve just gotta go a long way,
      Before your bars match mine, today’s the wrong day.
      I walk in men’s boots, I’m true to my roots,
      I’m whiter than bleach, you’re darker than soot.
      Shit sounds so sappy like I’m listening to crappy
      Whiney bitch boys who are rather lacking
      In the department of originality.
      You say you’re gold but I know that’s a fallacy.

      It’s practically a tragedy that you think you’re a prodigy,
      A whacky anomaly that found his principles on impotent philosophy.
      Better get a tracheotomy because my lyrics make it hard to breathe,
      Vetter is here so you better make a note or three.

      Trouble wrote:

      Sounds like an expert clicker to me :D

      Doc Brown wrote:

      I have read several of your posts elsewhere over a number of years. I find your mental state to be disturbing and you probably need professional help.
      What you write in the spam section doesn't have much impact on the game as a whole ... But I don't like to see you attempting to influence normal players in universe 1.
    • Water flows freely and unbounded
      Years leave the stone well-rounded
      Drown in the current, don't surface for air
      Floating makes you lament, pushed about unfair

      Buried beneath the tides
      Unable to take rides
      The stone no longer tries
      Staying right where it lies

      Trouble wrote:

      Sounds like an expert clicker to me :D

      Doc Brown wrote:

      I have read several of your posts elsewhere over a number of years. I find your mental state to be disturbing and you probably need professional help.
      What you write in the spam section doesn't have much impact on the game as a whole ... But I don't like to see you attempting to influence normal players in universe 1.
    • I wish I had died,
      I’ve done all I could try,
      Alone in my thoughts, left in my misery,
      I’ve been feeling lost, lost without my tree.
      Weeded out by death, suicide is the contract,
      Preference for health, inner peace is what I lack.
      I’ve lost track of the effort I’ve made or the progress I saved,
      I live day to day, but the end doesn’t come,
      When it’s all said and done, I’ll leave my body to bleed out under the sun.
      I’ve forgotten how to be happy, I’ve forgotten how to smile,
      Because as it turns out, I’ve been the problem the whole while.

      I don’t want to live, and I don’t want to speak,
      I don’t want to exchange words with those who do not know me.
      I don’t want to try, I don’t want rise,
      The goals have been met and this is my demise.
      Bury me with my family, along with the rest of my tree,
      Because in my grave is the only place I want to be.

      I’m filled with regrets, my soul I eject, my apologies have been put on collect.
      A reputable reverend or a soul physician, a spiritual doctor to determine my ailment.
      I ail from a diseased mind, compromised when my arrogance made me blind,
      Yet I find that time and time again, I manage at some point to make amends.
      I loathe myself deeply, though these weren’t my choice,
      What is now, has been and became that which is my voice.
      I am a monster, a beast, a creature of evil,
      I am a slave of my stigma, I’ve no free will.
      I am imprisoned by that which has plagued me,
      Helplessly trapped in a cycle that betrays me.

      There is no escape from that which binds me down,
      An ultimate disgrace, I have been denounced.
      I am the bane of myself, the one hurts none but somehow I’ve found that I let myself down.

      “He who fights with monsters take care lest he thereby become a monster himself… And if you should gaze for long into the abyss, it gazes also into you.” - Samuel Clemmens

      Trouble wrote:

      Sounds like an expert clicker to me :D

      Doc Brown wrote:

      I have read several of your posts elsewhere over a number of years. I find your mental state to be disturbing and you probably need professional help.
      What you write in the spam section doesn't have much impact on the game as a whole ... But I don't like to see you attempting to influence normal players in universe 1.
    • Been a while

      Through the week I struggled and on I pressed,
      When the weekend came, I was so depressed.
      A pain weighs on the brain, my spirit repressed,
      A fervent cry for happiness, I drown in distress.

      Fresh eyes and a young mind clearly redefine,
      The world as I saw it, no longer within my lines.
      27 years young, but older in heart than I can,
      Seeing the children of today, I realize I’m an old man.

      To think I was a child like those at some point,
      Where did I stray, illicit behaviour like joints.
      I only hope they can do what I could not manage,
      Be kind to each other, and humanity they can salvage.

      Trouble wrote:

      Sounds like an expert clicker to me :D

      Doc Brown wrote:

      I have read several of your posts elsewhere over a number of years. I find your mental state to be disturbing and you probably need professional help.
      What you write in the spam section doesn't have much impact on the game as a whole ... But I don't like to see you attempting to influence normal players in universe 1.

      The post was edited 3 times, last by Revolutionary Lancer: My ASCII, nevermind, Courier New BBCode doesn't function like I thought. ().

    • All things end, good and bad.

      You said invite me in, but you're not my friend.
      Why don't you tell me your name, now say it again.
      It might be just for fun, but this isn't pretend.
      Get in my back pocket and try to make me bend.
      I'm not like that, I won't do you a favour;
      Not a prayer, not a pair of pants that you want off me.
      What is this to you, do you think I run charity?
      You see it's all the hilarity in the way you lie to me,
      When you say it to my face it's not very surprising.
      You act a fool, play a thug, when you should just unplug;
      A high wattage temper and I just shrug.

      Claim to be a leader, make them believers,
      Confronted with reality you're just a deceiver.
      Now take a breather and be there, don't let your ego take over,
      If you do I'll take you out like this was Red Rover.
      You see I put it behind me that you're no longer beside me,
      Floated off on your ego before you started dive-bombing.
      Today's the first day in which you're going to start calming.

      Trouble wrote:

      Sounds like an expert clicker to me :D

      Doc Brown wrote:

      I have read several of your posts elsewhere over a number of years. I find your mental state to be disturbing and you probably need professional help.
      What you write in the spam section doesn't have much impact on the game as a whole ... But I don't like to see you attempting to influence normal players in universe 1.