Friday, 4 September 2020

Friday Night Poetry Slam

Theme -- Make It Matter

A theme's a suggestion.

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Orientalist shit in the background

Boom-bap-beats will interface for the battleground

For all saints, the saints’ days and all hallows

Sword saints-- flow the depths with the shallows

Under my breath, talk’s cheap and life’s cheaper

Death-pledges are the currency for breath-keepers

Doubtless; countin’ the coins in the king’s countenance

Sing out with an obscene proudness-- I’mma die with this

Dimebags, day-trips, and dialectics

How’m ‘bouta pay for this? Obey the fetishes.

Eight to six every day, my braids promises

Laid up with white-winged doves names anonymous

Shh -- That’s the commerce in women

Dollars and dimes the modernities of marauders and wiccans,

Polymerize my cultures like white dragons

Vultures circling my crown ciphers in heavens

Life or death-- virtuous deeds are no merit

“If he can hurt you like this, you should be embarrassed”

Perish the thought with the narratives I abolished

When I switched from novelist to MC and dropped out of college

Polishing my blade in your life-blood,

twice-blessed, but twisted like tobacco and bud

Elicited from the shadow-- a subtle form

Return now; depart from my palm before you burn

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Right here, every Friday night~



Submitted September 05, 2020 at 02:45AM by PaladinBen https://ift.tt/3jR6nmL

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