reyherks
10-06-2007, 12:39 AM
We all come through on "one two"(too) late to undo
But some do and most stay "real" and untrue
My lynguistic polymeric was merely theo-ratic
Sweet nonetheless, maybe you can call it diabetic
The fact is, you get it but just haven't grasp it
It makes as much sense as half of y'all cats spit
Peeps say I fell off, and now I'm too simplistic
I'm just reaching out and being slightly more realistic
Before you hate, get the facts straight
I'm text straight
I'm your future plans, you're just a back date
Don't pack hate
I won't ever battle you, you don't have to inquire
I served half the kats that you profess to admire
So much for all the "ill metaphors" the piece embedded
What's the point of writing when you don't get it. Get it?
it took 3 reads to try to swallow,
the first i spat, second i chewed just as the third seemed shallow..
..then i reviewed again, saw the third worth understanding,
second worth contemplating and the first worth aborting.
ill metaphors aside, at the end, sight and minds decide,
one not seeing the meaning in verses doesnt make one blind,
or vice versa, understanding it doesnt mean one lied,
it's a matter of point of view, and where that axis is,
like being dreamers dont mean one can take it to the matresses.
i hope you get my drift as i understand your point,
knights with big words with big verses dont get them anoint,
but dont get annoyed, i know your stab aint at me,
based on our talk earlier, mad props fr the simplicity.
that seriously/
theres nothing wrong with simplicity/
so before i come off sounding a little unpleasant/
theres a difference between being abstract and just plain incoherent/
lynguistic polymeric was just a testimony/
why cats shouldnt write rhymes next to an open dictionary/
or if they do they should learn how to use one first/
seriously, check the meanings of the words in the first verse/
mad vocabulary, i agree, i know it sounds complex/
but rhyming is the art of using words in context/
just 2 cents for reference/
not in aid of anyone's defence/
try to avoid future confusion/
by not sounding like a textbook on human evolution/
What's a messiah without a message that's easily conveyed?
Preaching to a nation of minions mentally enslaved,
No time to take action without the use of a dictionary,
Might as well paint your pictures through a game of pictionary,
There's a fine line between writing rhymes for illuminated minds,
and mind's being illuminated by lines of fine rhymes,
The undertaking is jurassic but the only thing being parked,
Is most of these cats minds when the light starts to spark,
I transform thoughts into music that moves crowds,
Even when lost in translation it can still be heard aloud,
Sound waves to sine waves to mind slaves through sign language,
I keep it simple like pointing my middle finger at your cabbage,
As poets we walk tightropes about point 5 milimeters,
How we weave our webs determines the scope of our readers,
Am I destined to be a shepherd that'll enlighten the masses,
Or am I destined to scream HO! at round jigglin' asses!
The choice is mine as the choice is yours...
There's always a time and a place for whores and metaphors
But some do and most stay "real" and untrue
My lynguistic polymeric was merely theo-ratic
Sweet nonetheless, maybe you can call it diabetic
The fact is, you get it but just haven't grasp it
It makes as much sense as half of y'all cats spit
Peeps say I fell off, and now I'm too simplistic
I'm just reaching out and being slightly more realistic
Before you hate, get the facts straight
I'm text straight
I'm your future plans, you're just a back date
Don't pack hate
I won't ever battle you, you don't have to inquire
I served half the kats that you profess to admire
So much for all the "ill metaphors" the piece embedded
What's the point of writing when you don't get it. Get it?
it took 3 reads to try to swallow,
the first i spat, second i chewed just as the third seemed shallow..
..then i reviewed again, saw the third worth understanding,
second worth contemplating and the first worth aborting.
ill metaphors aside, at the end, sight and minds decide,
one not seeing the meaning in verses doesnt make one blind,
or vice versa, understanding it doesnt mean one lied,
it's a matter of point of view, and where that axis is,
like being dreamers dont mean one can take it to the matresses.
i hope you get my drift as i understand your point,
knights with big words with big verses dont get them anoint,
but dont get annoyed, i know your stab aint at me,
based on our talk earlier, mad props fr the simplicity.
that seriously/
theres nothing wrong with simplicity/
so before i come off sounding a little unpleasant/
theres a difference between being abstract and just plain incoherent/
lynguistic polymeric was just a testimony/
why cats shouldnt write rhymes next to an open dictionary/
or if they do they should learn how to use one first/
seriously, check the meanings of the words in the first verse/
mad vocabulary, i agree, i know it sounds complex/
but rhyming is the art of using words in context/
just 2 cents for reference/
not in aid of anyone's defence/
try to avoid future confusion/
by not sounding like a textbook on human evolution/
What's a messiah without a message that's easily conveyed?
Preaching to a nation of minions mentally enslaved,
No time to take action without the use of a dictionary,
Might as well paint your pictures through a game of pictionary,
There's a fine line between writing rhymes for illuminated minds,
and mind's being illuminated by lines of fine rhymes,
The undertaking is jurassic but the only thing being parked,
Is most of these cats minds when the light starts to spark,
I transform thoughts into music that moves crowds,
Even when lost in translation it can still be heard aloud,
Sound waves to sine waves to mind slaves through sign language,
I keep it simple like pointing my middle finger at your cabbage,
As poets we walk tightropes about point 5 milimeters,
How we weave our webs determines the scope of our readers,
Am I destined to be a shepherd that'll enlighten the masses,
Or am I destined to scream HO! at round jigglin' asses!
The choice is mine as the choice is yours...
There's always a time and a place for whores and metaphors