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[[Ambience of Death]][[Ambience of Death]]
smoker420 said: "very deep stuff man...good work"
CHINO said: "all I can say is...DAMN...Nice poem fam, good imagery up in that piece everything fit together never skipped a beat...deep shit..I'm sure you won the tourney right?"
Specter said: "good shit homie.... thats one doe ass poem..."
sledge said: "ye good. the personification of death been done a lot..but u did it well..and better than most..Really good drop dude, This section is looking good.
props."
Buck said: "This section lookin good so far.......GOOD DROP }-{ey zeus....."
Melo said: "Damn....that was heat Pho....keep it up."
..}{ey-Zeus.. said: "((for a poetry tournament on another site))
[i]... .. {{The Ambience Of Death}} .. ...
[[What Is It...This Essence Is Everywhere...]]
She sits over your shoulders remainin silent for years
serene chuckles ring during your death, durin your violence of tears
Her hollow chest has no room to show emotion in her deeds
she's a quiet judge, seeing your smiles or a devotion to your greed
Theres commotion to ya plead, but her skeletal fingers choke on ya wind pipes
and sends swipes;while she goes in ya conscience to stroke out the bent types
... .. .. ...
She is the bags under your eyes
the pounding aches with thunderin' might
She is the clammy sweat in your sleep
the hidden sulky nets in the deep
... .. .. ...
((Is There A Blissful Meaning To This Ambience of Death?!?!))
... .. .. ...
A meaning that repeats itself
where morals and faith depletes the wealth
For every beginning, there's an end
Materials disappear and your stares descend
... .. .. ...
It becomes an evil circle that asphixiates in cycles
the 'blues drink away the tune of life' when the 'jazz fix the day with seidals'
Beautiful at birth, returns to the dust we came from
to be judged against our sins and lust that tames love
The darkness lifts its fingers for our emotions to mourn our sins
whether its hell for our cuts to be scorned in gin or in heaven to be born again
....................................................................................
-Your NeighborHood Poet-
....Phonetixs....[/i]"
..}{ey-Zeus.. said: "appreciated famz"
..}{ey-Zeus.. said: "agreed on the personification for death....but it actually was a pre choosen battle topic for a poetry slam...thanks for the feed :)"
..}{ey-Zeus.. said: "appreciated...
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