Open Mic: The Two of Pentacles

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    Posted: 20 June 2018 at 12:46am
The Two of Pentacles




Life is but a silhouette. Wait, let me elaborate
Ignites and then it fizzles, its existence has it’s place
Phantoms of the shade, seeking vengeance and pain
Light contends with it’s great rays. Empty and a passive state.
If walls could talk, it’s speech is draped and blemished with stains
I’ve reached an equilibrium. I’m flexing it’s weight
Yet feeling hollow from the cost since my sentience drained
On this feeble mission, stricken and repenting for days
Think back to Easter dinners, now sit drenched in disdain
Sheets are tipped with liquids that make squeamish sick
Stiffly in this leaned position, victim to an endless debate
Think back to work overshadowing all friendship and play
The unbalanced proportions between pleasure and pain
Compare and then contrast until you feather the grey
Most see evil when a blast’s depicted, instead they create. But,
Destruction, microdosing it is known to create candid pictures
So cups of coffee copious to compensate for bad conditions
I’ll paddle friendless, afraid. I must prevail to correct the score
If you can’t change the wind, just adjust your sails to perfect the course
Still theres...
Fear in the distance, bacteria combusts
I was too materialistic, not material enough
Benevolence is delicate, ethereal to touch
Separate my body, mind and spirit, it’s a must
Before I,
Drift from the heavens eclipse with depression
Existence is drifting with Icarus feathers
So give me atonement. Whip me with leather
Rid me of sins on a Biblical effort
But belief can blind a Marxist, it ensnares and holds
It’s a cycle, light and darkness, I was sunburnt, now pale and cold
Ailments grow, collapsing organs imminent, the trail ends close
It’s apples to oranges.. More important, both are stale and old
Nailed my soul for crucifixion. Lessons from the dead will haunt it 
Basking in my loneliness, confessing from my bed in hospice
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    Post Options Post Options   Likes (0) Likes(0)   Quote Neek Quote  Post ReplyReply Direct Link To This Post Posted: 20 June 2018 at 1:25am
    you got two pentacles huh? well fella. I got two dilemmas.

    first one being.. I cant stand you because you rap good.

    second one being.. I can stand you because you rap good.



    Most see evil when a blast’s depicted, instead they create. But,
    Destruction, microdosing it is known to create candid pictures
    So cups of coffee copious to compensate for bad conditions


    and the biblical efforts bit..


    both need their own gifs, emojis and meme.


    good stuff bro. love how well your style has changed since youve gone vocal. it used to be a million multies a second.. now its flavor filled substance with subtle twists and turns. bravo. but fuck you. dot com.
    #Bananas
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    Post Options Post Options   Likes (0) Likes(0)   Quote rhetorical Quote  Post ReplyReply Direct Link To This Post Posted: 20 June 2018 at 1:58pm
    dope shit nigma, man. . . .this little transition right here . . .

    Quote Fear in the distance, bacteria combusts
    I was too materialistic, not material enough
    Benevolence is delicate, ethereal to touch
    Separate my body, mind and spirit, it’s a must
     

    fuggin sick bro! 

    the only line in all of this was worded a bit akward to me was "Sheets are tipped with liquids that make squeamish sick" 

    everything else was top notch. Very surreal writing. I can sense the desperation and despair as this poor woman is coming on her final days and coming to terms with dying and her relationship with God. Im not a religious person, but i personally tie in alot of my writing to God, i just like to explore that relationship from different angles when the topic revolves around death or anger, so were very similar in approach to that regard. This was a nice entry here man, glad i made it by to check this one out. Keep it up fam.
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    Drift from the heavens eclipse with depression
    Existence is drifting with Icarus feathers
    So give me atonement. Whip me with leather
    Rid me of sins on a Biblical effort
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    If you would have put "Ride my dick on a biblical effort"
    I would have voted this Verse of the century.


    Overall

    Typical Nigma, your assonance on every drop is top tier. You
    make subtle vocabulary pop and end each bar with punani flow
    I must say, you have what it takes to be on Americas got Talent and
    get the GOLDEN BUZZER. Great drop here. You still got that swag juice
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    Post Options Post Options   Likes (0) Likes(0)   Quote Dave Infinite Quote  Post ReplyReply Direct Link To This Post Posted: 15 August 2018 at 8:34am
    this was really dope. Some imagery and the content wad straight. 

    Think back to Easter dinners, now sit drenched in disdain
    Sheets are tipped with liquids that make squeamish sick
    Stiffly in this leaned position, victim to an endless debate
    Think back to work overshadowing all friendship and play
    The unbalanced proportions between pleasure and pain

    You definitely have a pen game.
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    “If walls could talk,it’s speech is draped n blemished with stains”..Fcuk ...from da top to bottom it’s a masterpiece fo me...excellent use of words n great imagery...that’s right.
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