Universe
11-04-06, 10:56 AM
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This is a quadrilateral masonry mass, its sides are smooth
While steeply sloping to meet an apex; and insides a tomb
By its true definition, if it’s instilled, some will refute it
But until it’s concluded, any omission of guilt is useless
Simon speaks if you lose it, silent treatments will prove it
See Session 9, he lives inside the weak and the wounded
The truth is, we don’t need thoughts if we make allusions
And rhyming hasn’t been new since it became a nuisance
Hear a voice? I’m hearin’ it; it says ‘destroy careers again’
But I aint near a pen ‘till it’s built up to a point like pyramids
I appear amid the ordained; syntax is clearing your page
Words create the reactions of what they merely portray
Thus mirror images display attitudes in a limited array
But to see my best at-tributes, check the critical acclaim
Fifteen minutes of this fame, might drive students insane
Even in the recesses of the mind, I’m schooling their brain
Improving your wordplay? You’re in dire need of hope
Your diary a joke; it’s amateur, like this diarrhea joke
These selfish teams bad luck, boosts my low self esteem
Seems melting heat has just proved my own self is steam
Hell, if one disease took Muhammad Ali’s punchin’ speed
Then a step outside the box is an exercise in redundancy
So live through me, like a subject name, I’m the title holder
Vets are only above the flames cuz my lines tied them over
No net that’ll prevent the fall, if I diss guys I’ll regret it
So when backed up against the wall, I decided against it
Time repents it; past-your-prime now you want that back
Stop the act, those first impressions are the one’s that last
Plus the fact of the matter is simply, just a matter of facts
I’m a talk of your town like Japs plotting atom bomb attacks
My legend’s off the map, showin’ you def herds the basics
Yet a closed caption’s wasted when open to interpretation
You go through stages; that my auditorium’s affording ya
So of course I’m composed… I’m a one man orchestra
Stuck in a one track mind a hundred albums stacked high
Like scotoma; I’m half blind to raps I spit the last time
I can be an aura, or a satellite of Earth’s Observing System
Indecisive? I’m indifferent; I assure you, there’s a difference
Extraditions back to dirt, shows this time capsule works
I’ll bring back ex-traditions, so this time, CAPS’LL work
Those in my labyrinth first, see clues by a lot of practisin’
Got to look again, the multi’s you find are not an accident
It doesn’t have to have a point, what matters is what’s in it
I just wonder if it gets diminished when it’s left unfinished…
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“You will achieve a grand dream, a day at a time, so set goals for each day. Write them down, if you must, but limit your list so that you won't have to drag today's undone matters into tomorrow. Remember that you cannot build your pyramid in twenty-four hours. Be patient. Never allow your day to become so cluttered that you neglect your most important goal; to do the best you can, enjoy this day, and rest satisfied with what you have accomplished.” – Og Mandino, American Essayist and Psychologist.
This is a quadrilateral masonry mass, its sides are smooth
While steeply sloping to meet an apex; and insides a tomb
By its true definition, if it’s instilled, some will refute it
But until it’s concluded, any omission of guilt is useless
Simon speaks if you lose it, silent treatments will prove it
See Session 9, he lives inside the weak and the wounded
The truth is, we don’t need thoughts if we make allusions
And rhyming hasn’t been new since it became a nuisance
Hear a voice? I’m hearin’ it; it says ‘destroy careers again’
But I aint near a pen ‘till it’s built up to a point like pyramids
I appear amid the ordained; syntax is clearing your page
Words create the reactions of what they merely portray
Thus mirror images display attitudes in a limited array
But to see my best at-tributes, check the critical acclaim
Fifteen minutes of this fame, might drive students insane
Even in the recesses of the mind, I’m schooling their brain
Improving your wordplay? You’re in dire need of hope
Your diary a joke; it’s amateur, like this diarrhea joke
These selfish teams bad luck, boosts my low self esteem
Seems melting heat has just proved my own self is steam
Hell, if one disease took Muhammad Ali’s punchin’ speed
Then a step outside the box is an exercise in redundancy
So live through me, like a subject name, I’m the title holder
Vets are only above the flames cuz my lines tied them over
No net that’ll prevent the fall, if I diss guys I’ll regret it
So when backed up against the wall, I decided against it
Time repents it; past-your-prime now you want that back
Stop the act, those first impressions are the one’s that last
Plus the fact of the matter is simply, just a matter of facts
I’m a talk of your town like Japs plotting atom bomb attacks
My legend’s off the map, showin’ you def herds the basics
Yet a closed caption’s wasted when open to interpretation
You go through stages; that my auditorium’s affording ya
So of course I’m composed… I’m a one man orchestra
Stuck in a one track mind a hundred albums stacked high
Like scotoma; I’m half blind to raps I spit the last time
I can be an aura, or a satellite of Earth’s Observing System
Indecisive? I’m indifferent; I assure you, there’s a difference
Extraditions back to dirt, shows this time capsule works
I’ll bring back ex-traditions, so this time, CAPS’LL work
Those in my labyrinth first, see clues by a lot of practisin’
Got to look again, the multi’s you find are not an accident
It doesn’t have to have a point, what matters is what’s in it
I just wonder if it gets diminished when it’s left unfinished…
......
“You will achieve a grand dream, a day at a time, so set goals for each day. Write them down, if you must, but limit your list so that you won't have to drag today's undone matters into tomorrow. Remember that you cannot build your pyramid in twenty-four hours. Be patient. Never allow your day to become so cluttered that you neglect your most important goal; to do the best you can, enjoy this day, and rest satisfied with what you have accomplished.” – Og Mandino, American Essayist and Psychologist.