::UPDATE:: Obscure Poetry/Lyrics ::UPDATE::

[stuntman]

Obscure Poetry/Lyrics

Realism

I feel privelaged
to be with the one...
I regard as the sun to my moon and the moon to my crescent sun.

Nothing can phase it, our love wont die.
Your a vision of beauty, open your eyes.
Invisioning the future. encountering depictions of hope
one must follow theyre dreams and never aim low.

Fate plays its part, things come to and end.
Scattered thoughts, sleepless nights, concern from close friends.
Emotions eroding from the inside out
A soul ridden cancer exiting a lifeless mouth.
In its trail of destruction, ribbed desolate caverns.
Harvesting organs effortlessly dissolving bone,
the air filled with vapour and unsettling moans.
My head' processing thoughts that are starting to scare me,
intimidated by voices they told me to spare thee.
Sometimes its different, bloodshed on a grand scale.
Proffesional help is coming, "my mind needs to unravel",
they will discover sectors of hatred, and spectrums of kind.
The two working in unison equal a fully functional mind.


When your feeling low, and got things on your mind,
Ive got a shoulder to cry on, for you, anytime.
Me and you girl, weve got it all to come.
Grasp it with both hands, dont let go, run!
When potential is wasted, the creative feel pain.
It pains me to see millions wasting theyre brain.
Take all chances given, be humble and wise,
we only get one chance at this fassad we call life.

Not long now my words will be set in stone
Just like me over the years theyve grown.
When you put it on paper, you refelect on life,
some of the good things but most of the strife.
If youve been brought up well you might be polite,
have some wisdom, know wrong from right.
If your not that lucky then your prospects are sparce
you wont want to be confident or wanna get off your arse.


Peace

The key to peace is controlled agression,
In a world like to today everbody's out for themselves.
The worlds changed, its every man for himself,
the economy's suffered, were in a low state of health.
What do we do, the goverment dont give a fuck about you.
Theres a lot we dont get told, the ones we perceive as good,
are the ones that leave people out in the cold.
Be bold, look up and aim for the stars,
even the weakest have persevered and got far.
Escaping justice wont make your life whole,
todays sickos and twisted will feel the devil extradite their souls.
Im no prophet but I predict panic and dark skies,
I can hear explosions,
women and children cry.
Years of abuse the pressure got built,
our lack of belief in the warnings replaced with guilt.


Untitled

You cant handle my imagination,
in two seconds it switches from positive vibes,
down to the deepest levels of degradation.
Heres some directions, case you get lost in my diction.
Your the author of a rhyme book, its blatantly fiction.
In a matter of seconds you get lyrically destroyed,
is the crack, brown or the weed that makes you so paranoid?
Your sweating and shaking,
 its dawned on you this was never there for the taking.
Your wasting your energy,attempting the unheard of.
if you did succeed you'd be the only one not to get murked off.
My bars are 55ft deep, with more meaning than the dreams in your sleep.
Obscure stays unique. inducing shivers with every word that I speak.


Truth

Most days spent chilling, pondering the future,
I need some of that good news, its the bad that im used to.
It will get easier, but the loss is undescribable,
cant get it out in words, my hand and pen wont comply too.
An instantanious signal triggered by emotion,
from my brain to my hand, it preaches a notion.
Its a big world, we've got average 70 years.
Times a healer but can never prevent the tears,
Ive come out ok, beaten the odds in every way.
They call me obscure, when they hear a little, they wanna hear more,
style so ahead of its time, I should be pushing 64.
Time flies, were no longer young and pure, minds clouded its too late for a cure.
Wip...

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[Omni]

Deep stuff mate. I like em

[stuntman]

Bigup matey, allabout the deepness.  

[corevil]

nice words xD

[stuntman]

nice words xD

Thankyou buddy.

[Luky]

nice words xD

x2

[JL]

nice words xD

x2

x3

[stuntman]

Any more comments people?  

[Paxton]

Nice, so deep.  Every word is full of meaning. Why don't ya put a title to em instead of untitled?

[infested]

Just my kind of poems, love them. Only thing is that for these to become lyrics, you will have to cut some parts out to give the texts a bit more flow. Try thinking of the bar system whenever you write something meant to be put in music.

[stuntman]

Cheers people.

@Paxton - I love naming things mate, Im only content with the deepest, most thought provoking of titles, These simply have no name. Sometimes its good to leave that up to the imagination imo. :]

@Dan - These are just poems mate, they wont be used for tunes. Gonna upload my lyrics later or something.

[Kenny]

Pretty emotional stuff you got there.

Turn it into grindcore dude, its gonna be totally awesome.

[PlethZorb]

Mercy Me.

[stuntman]

BUMP BUMP, ITS GETTING UPDATED. All comments welcome as per.

New one up is entitled "peace", its more of a start of lyrics than a poem I guess. Im typing up my second update now.  

[stuntman]

Added 3 new ones people.

Peace, Untitled and Truth.