Please leave feedback on these (fully copyrighted) rap lyrics of mine, I'd love to hear what people think.
This is a small part of a large audio release coming soon in collaberation with digital musician Iddikk.
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Stillborn Unicorn: Entropy Anthem
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A far continent's cartographer
starts off from the edge of the page,
Ventures away, charts on to the
center and stays for measureless days.
A relevant change, but never the same
temporal place remembered and claimed
As vessels are strained, the essence degrades,
forever decays and remnants fade.
A force to bend the laws of men but store regrets as autumn crept,
Farms' siphoned starfire can't find the source again.
Too stubborn to quit, with nothing to bridge..
the guild of builders' shovels and picks dug an abyss.
A structural shift as functions 'll flip..
but children filtered summer and split, bubbles adrift.
There's rubble to sift through, troublesome issues..
soon see strewn seeds under the bricks bloom.
Thick root tangles'll strangle the waterpipes
this new angle's a tangent to borderlines.
Natural sanctums are fortified, short of time.
slight source of light forceful life fought to find.
Cats'll strike.. the dragonfly serephim,
bats are blind to blacker sky's benefits.
Sanctums lie derelict, sacrificed leverage
handled like pressure with mal-aligned bevel pins..
Force to bend the laws of men but store regrets as autumn crept,
Farm-siphoned starfire can't find the source again.
Passion's like zest for this barren dry desert drift;
Renders it drenched and with lemon pips settling.
Orchards slept as autumn crept and former strength's a poor defense;
Farm-siphoned starfire can't shine from source again.
Particles bind.. the past'll survive.
There's a lake in place of the castles of ice.
The king of an island now.. fished for a shineless crown..
Rivers are fires, doused. splintered ships are tindersticks.
Orchards slept as autumn crept and former strength's a poor defense,
Farm-siphoned starfire can't shine from source again.
Know that when hope's a nest, crows defend broken eggs.
A dead orchard's fed all the fresh water, No regrets.
We'll avow the here and now'ness
near to boundless years devoured..
wield a plough and yield to showers
clear the ground for fields of flowers
One epic sunset with
subjective smudged lenses.
Once kept it's stuck pending
unending entropy.
Energy enters databases.
fades the paintings...
Memories smell of tapes decaying.
paper ages...
We'll avow the here and now'ness
near to boundless years devoured..
wield a plough and yield to showers
clear the ground for fields of flowers
The sum of my wisdom's an undefined ism,
A butterfly blizzard of summerised winters:
A cold flame, My soul's bait to capture moments
and hold safe till old age will crack them open.
The future surrounds as the view from a tower.
The breeze lent a sweet scent of funeral flowers.
Time forgets the pilots' deaths, drunk doves dance.
Silence then but spiders web an unstrung harp.
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Copyright Christopher Osborne 2011