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Bored Writing: Tomorrow Today

Short Lyric:
The lyric is about a kid who is 7 years old 1 million days from now.
hmmmm... (1min 23sec)



We excavated Escalades from cascades and caves
Frozen tundra’s-permafrost
Its been 1 million days
Our ancestors graves are simply the ways of waves
I’m in second grade
Today we learn calculus… then tomorrow's pay
My brother just retired-he'll be 16 today
And my father's been passed-1 year to date
I got 3 hovercrafts with neon plates
People front with l.e.d.'s- but those are fake
We time travel-only back to the past
The first guy that went came back and laughed
Dag-so props to the future
And in words of the first guy "they still use rulers?!"

TO BE CONTINUED...


~wind blows!

Broken Art Explaination (as requested)

you ask : "WHAT DOES THIS MEAN?"

I tried to picture man
Just to stop all the framing
Pain staking lane
My chest where's its aiming
Flesh eating sickness
That's where I part
Where its eating up the heart-
In a race to the finish-
Where it listened from the start
I thought that it was art
Then it came off the *PAGE*-
And it bit me in the dark
Now 'heartless'
I preceeded 'west'
Where the disease had left
And left 'Reason' swept
Now 'Reason's unsensible
Everything you thought that you knew-
Is no longer principle
Its more miniscule
And more violent fuel-
Added to the mix of 'Ignorance' -
The king to rule
Lets ressurect THE COOL
What a 'history'
Guillotine will limit me
So finish me with imagery
Or they could temp me with infantry
A fighting chance atleast
More like a chance to fight released
Retreat!
After they see the beastly me
Pouncing off of trees
An attack sprung from leaves
Creating a team diseased
Where 'I am legend'
Brutal teams of fiends
Ripped apparel and broken seams-
In my dreams is there regime
Where they dwell in my mind
And I control what they find
Let me conjure a palace
There I reside
Surrounded by knives
Encased with lives-
that fight for me to survive
Have I forgot my reality?
The stars in the galaxy?
The real souls that surrounded me?
Consciousness calls
Rather Consciousness texts
Adjust my specs to view a view correct
I think shes right
Lets escape from this
Then off guard the *PAGES * slip!
And they stepped on it
Ripppp(R.I.P.)....



Ok guy's heres the explaination :

The lyric is about an artist who creates and artform. The artform comes off the page and attacks him. The art pulls the artist into the art where the artform tries to destroy the artist. Ironicly the picture the artist paints or writes is a picture showing the 'good' in mankind. The first way the artform tries to kill the artist is the guillotine. Then the artform changes its mind and decides to make the artist face a whole army 1000 to 1. Reality, Unsensibleness,Ignorance, and Consciousness are all personified. The artist ends up figuring out he can control the world. Every soldier that attacks him is affected with a disease that in turn make them join the authors side. Time passes and the artist becomes king of the land. Soon the artist is contacted by Consciousness and remembers that he left Reality behind. When the artist tries to escape from this world of art, the pages slip and someone steps on it making it "rip" also a pun on 'rest in peace'. The other references to Kayne and Lupe made the story just a little more fun to write. Any other questions?

~wind blows

Bored Writing: 'Crushing' Misconceptions

This is meant to be more lyrical-if you dont understand i will be happy to explain it to you. (3 minutes 45 sec)

Fingers back on the pad
Keys make impressions
Open up a door just to flea thru confessions
Lessons
Learning thru the light of your life
the brightest of bright
Refreshments given to Spite
Spite now feels honored
Lets change its name to pleasure taken from pain
Strange
An extract of the opposite
just take from me!-Phlebotomist
Plus I deposited 4 from the bottomest
So lets play the game
Race away in the 'tock' of it
Attain to fame
My bad-I guess you win "a'gain'"
*Sigh*
One more time
Just to spend more time
Maybe to see how rhymes light up your mind
Ahhh
Mixed emotions
The opposite of poisons and potent potions
Im just coastin
I don't think 7 was enough
Im dark skinned
but her presence makes me blush
*Hush*
I like the company
I love the flow of seas
I hate we had to leave
Time flies
Now its back to tragedy
When infinity ends
I guess is when thoughts will cease
Im a beast
I hope beauty doesn't turn on me
We both feel bliss
A mental kiss
Then quickly the thoughts dismissed
Shouldn't have thought that
Maybe shouldn't have have wrote this
But released emotions is what keeps me focused
I care too much
I think too much
What's discussed?
I must disrupt
'did you know'
Nah
I guess were crushing
What should we do next
Why should we move left
You're right 'i.d.k.' yet
But I must close step
Or conscious might leave weps
Ahhh
That hurt too bad
Now in a flash I feel harassed
What will they think
Do I really care
I never do swear
But these questions make me scared
I will fare
You can't compare
Or begin to sit on Ty's life chair
So I retreat to my lair
There!

~wind blows

Universal Mind Control: Common

Common Ft. Pharrell [Universal Mind Control] from urban art on Vimeo.

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BORED WRITING : The World

This is not meant to be the best lyrical poetry ever-just thoughts-
Please read in its entirety-i promise it gets sweet! (2 minutes)


Nothin in my brain at all
Ideas escape thru the passage
Its a fact that most thoughts come passive
Reaction?
None at most when I sit here and boast about
A flow that floats-
Controlled by ignorant spokes
The world as I see it gets rattled in a battle with the solar system
and malcontrolled rhythm produced by unseen schisms
Do we differ?
That's just the question
Most people ask if we are alone or just a section.
manifested for most to see
A poison tree placed in vicinity of forest weeds
A potent breed
Or just the same old dumb disease
Leeching off the less bereaved
Not to be decieved
Only to understand the flow of seas
that blow in breeze evaporates then joins the trees!

~wind blows

Aero-Poetry Repost (Freefalling)

Bored (4 minutes)

They locked me down in chains just to tame my rocket,
little did they know I had fuel in my pocket
plus the sparks from the wall of a broken socket
and drips from the pipes that hung over my cockpit.
took over controls-altitude was droppin.
the gas that the vents pumped in was toxic,
very vexed and perplexed from a view that's rotten,
spoken from the sight of a man with knowledge.
regained the flight-its insight with polish.
stopped just ta gaze at the view of tropics.
A beautiful sight like a girl with logic
never on the tonic so I feel bionic.
I tote strength from the fulfilled of spoken-
the opposite of potions and potent poisons.
I have to say tho that was to the 'left' in my dream.
i happened to see that that was left on the scene(seen).
So its weird that if I foresee everything-
why is that I can never complete anything.
arghhh
back from a daydream
the rocket was still droppin at night with my 'high' beams.
as I gleamed out the circular hole-
I never seen it befo-
the point I reached was absolute zero.
everything stopped even the watch that was Seiko.
then again in a flash it was hot-
perspiration occurred on the glass of my watch.
What's the explanation for the things I see?,
is this just make believe or a blatant dream?
Lets pinch myself and see if it works.
.....
I guess it wasn't a dream cuz it actually hurts.
I been freefallin in my rocket for awhile,
the strange phenomenon just kills my morale-
as I drop more I hear the cries of a child
no where to be found
and then there's no sound.
blinded by the translucent gases,
flabbergasted with no dramatic action
hoping its not graphic is my passion.
(to be continued)..maybe

Luv Ta Luv Ya!

~wind blows

WORDS OF A LYRICIST

CHARLES HAMILTON

BORED WRITING : Karmas a Bastard

Karma Poetry (Street Mindstate)... 6minutes

RAMBLE:....

this world's a hostile viscinity, literally,
where my beliefs and chivalry, are questioned upon viscidity,
where visually ,
my thoughts and entities,of higher powers, are doubted,
unless proven on by facsimiles,
but they do exist and vividly,
and are supreme, like greens, representation in Celtic virility
or mythical powers that limit thee....
to nothing less, than cumbered stress accumulated by liviing fees
so typically....you make a check , while stressed in debt,
breaking backs for pennies with hopes of healing crippled knees
but you still question mentally,....my essence, and presence,
yet your predescendants were hung upon Christmas trees
so when... people get shot in spines,
and ask where gods resides,
i tell em in the barrel's of glocks and nines
and they're formerly blasted
i tell people , karmas a bastard

"Luv Ta Luv Ya"

~wind blows

BORED WRITING : Ramble Skillz

Another day another boredom ramble- 4 minutes

BORED AND READY TO SPIT'
' WIT A SWORD, HANDS STEADY AND STIFF'
"DISPURSING SQUALS"-
"ABORTIN ALL" from 'MIXED HORDES,to SAND YETIs, to CRIPS"
i "KICK CHORDS SO INCREDIBLY SICK"
i could split the "BUBONIC PLAGUE""IN TWO SONIC WAVES"
and "GIVE A CORPSE,another CHANCE TO LEVY AND LIVE"
i BREAKS DUDES LIKE AWKWARD SILENCE,
a CAPABLE AND UNSTOPPABLE GIANT
Drowning GASSED THUGS, like 'FLASH FLOODS', in UNSTOPABLE TROPICAL CLIMATES!
like a 'Violent Virus' CRASHING A BETA, I SMASH MASQUERADERS
while my 'Excrement's' alone could COLLAPSE THE EQUATOR!
L.F.I.'s a straight " BROILERING RHYMER"
and blatant "DESTROYER OF CYPHAS"
whos writtens always *fire* like "EMPLOYMENT WRITE UPS!"
....
Undertaken as my 'PUPIL' is the only way you'd be 'SEEN' a 'SPEC'tacle
(ok im done)

Luv Ta Luv Ya!

~wind blows

Another bored quickie ramble

Bored Again. so ill post till i get comments (5 min)

with the way Im puttin verses together,
immersed with the curses of letters,
subsurface purpose to never,
believe in birds of a feather,
words of the brethren veteran
no medicine levelin the sickest menace-in the form of a human
, speakin in beats im consumin,
not from Milwaukee, but brewin Bucks to keep me out of ruin
my pen is fluent in fire,
a chosen few are hired, to Pass the Roc,
the hottest crew no matter who retires
letter leviathin, rippin the booth that-Im-up-in,
sittin sippin the heinekin,
designin rhymes and dimes-again
the finest highnesses,
you wanna add to my minuses?,
lyrical style astonishes enough to clear your sinuses
i am the killer columnist,
sinister meets apocolypse,
venemous fluid gargle-ist,
no other choice but honor-this
...
really i am laniary-makin you lamentable
when i lacerate-just tearin up ya physical
make you into words-break you into syllables
eat up ya rhymes like figurative minerals
im critically acclaimed by the clinically insane
anyone's in pain-when forced to live more than a minute in my brain.

Luv ta Luv ya!

~wind blows

Still Bored.... THREE MINDS

Bored Rambling... 3 minutes

A breeze when spittin
I leave u lifted
sprees that's gifted
in changed decisions
that rip with tension
and devise precision
...
I'm a giant and you're no David
I am Goliath fused with Satan
save it
that's futile but basic
a lesson learned you will get burned if you chase it.
nah erase it
you will get burned if you face it,
hate complacent,
be sure to cover all bases like rapist,
pace it,there's no need for braces when u tasteless-
and no products of green makes you cakeless
unless you take it so stop fakin.
...
I create a mentality opposite of factions of retracting seas,
destroying reality, and creating ever standing fallacies.
my thought process reigns in a stretch of many galaxies
until the winners of the rule start attacking me,
blasphemy!
Misconceptions and imperfections like lines in the curb,
never minded I stay fly like when maggots emerge

Luv Ta Luv Ya!

~wind blows

BORED WRITING :Aero Poetry (Freefalling)

Bored... (4 minute ramble)

They locked me down in chains just to tame my rocket,
little did they know I had fuel in my pocket
plus the sparks from the wall of a broken socket
and drips from the pipes that hung over my cockpit.
took over controls-altitude was droppin.
the gas that the vents pumped in was toxic,
very vexed and perplexed from a view that's rotten,
spoken from the sight of a man with knowledge.
regained the flight-its insight with polish.
stopped just ta gaze at the view of tropics.
A beautiful sight like a girl with logic
never on the tonic so I feel bionic.
I tote strength from the fulfilled of spoken-
the opposite of potions and potent poisons.
I have to say tho that was to the 'left' in my dream.
i happened to see that that was left on the scene(seen).
So its weird that if I foresee everything-
why is that I can never complete anything.
arghhh
back from a daydream
the rocket was still droppin at night with my 'high' beams.
as I gleamed out the circular hole-
I never seen it befo-
I was zero below.
the point I reached was absolute zero.
everything stopped even the watch that was Seiko.
then again in a flash it was hot-
perspiration occurred on the glass of my watch.
What's the explanation for the things I see?,
is this just make believe or a blatant dream?
Lets pinch myself and see if it works.
.....
I guess it wasn't a dream cuz it actually hurts.
I been freefallin in my rocket for awhile,
the strange phenomenon just kills my morale-
as I drop more I hear the cries of a child
no where to be found
and then there's no sound.
blinded by the translucent gases,
flabbergasted with no dramatic action
hoping its not graphic is my passion.
(to be continued)..maybe

Luv Ta Luv Ya!


~wind blows