Friday, January 30, 2015

S C Update

Tech Timing

Waiting playing watching 
spawning duelling slashing
Buffering the net into my palm as we speak
Which way to go where is the next peak


Levelling up upgrading 
Points sitting there for the taking 
Ensure you don't get beat down by the crowd 
Check msgs and back - oh wait - there's a laugh out loud

From the a to the w to the s to the d
Slashing burning shooting claiming XP
Getting ready for the next battle 
Smashing spinning with the Move as a paddle 
To be continued...



S C 6/7
Finalè perhaps 

Don't you even think of ever cutting me down 
My thoughts go in helixes I'll turn your mind upside down 
When you're done unjumbling the web that I weave 
The show is over you may just as well leave 



Lay The Line verse 2

Maybe eminem and raftaar are feeling like rap gods
In my mind it's the one for whatsoever my head nods 
Generally it's my way
To live life
Slow climb
To the top of the world 
And I look down 
And I lay the line 



Saturday, January 3, 2015

Two more self compositions

Plans Fall Apart


I dream I am armed
Anagrams play with my thoughts
Words are formed 
Letters fall into their slots

The speed of my sound 
Emanates from deep underground
The place where I found
That thoughts of death abound

Rejecting negatives
Setting objectives 
Moving to consolidate 
A bright and shiny fate




Finalé


To clear my mind, I take a walk
Grit my teeth hard, to myself I talk
Figure out new ways to beat this clock
All-clean lyrics are a bit of a block

Wanna get my point through 
Without resorting to 
Violent or cuss words 
Just maybe one or two

Talk of luck and fate just sets me off
What do stars have to do with cold and cough?
I make my life my way, I take off
No wonder people think I'm just too soft

But I got a fire burning deep within
Not one of us has been living without sin
Balrogs can't hold a torch to me
Death is the only way to be free

Till the day that I'm on my funeral pyre
This world is gonna feel my full-fledged ire
Surprise, surprise
Open your eyes
Open your ears
Let go of your fears
Prepare to be treated to a basic fact
You're gonna die despite all your tact