ElusiveFugitive **\\Thread//**

[ElusiveFugitive]

lol sorry bout that Blak...now that you mentioned it, it seems to go into small font automatically when I post...Will remember to enlarge the text next time... lol


ONE LOVE

[ElusiveFugitive]

feel the rush...
fiery fists & feet, flailin' factually
faces busted, bones is crushed,
scene illustrated in deft strokes of a calligraphers brush...

erasin' you from centre stage, concealed dagger of silent rage,
you shit scared...presence felt like rackin' a 12 gauge...
waging war upon the page, this war sage,
visualised it from navel to nape
step to me and I'll disassemble your physical parts
laceratin' your heart with a glass shard
impalin' with darts of my murderous art

I build... refinin' skill,
laugh at you...suffocating & paralytically swipin' for mine,
hitting fine imported wine out the bottle, at full throttle,
fuckin' with me'll get ya cranium wedged in the narrow gap
under my ride between low profile rims and the mudflap
hittin' ignition, slam the gas, now you outta commission
grinding your dumb assed skull into submission
snuff taped the shit, I'ma screen it and charge 5 bucks for admission

Elusive Fugitive 2005

[proph3t]

not much more to say that others haven't. you achieve what many (including me) try to do with your words...rather, your thoughts and feelings. Lost of people throw around words but understand the meaning both litgeraly and figuratively speaking. Your style is definetly something I will aspire to master.

[Father N Dangerous]

feel the rush...
fiery fists & feet, flailin' factually
faces busted, bones is crushed,
scene illustrated in deft strokes of a calligraphers brush...

erasin' you from centre stage, concealed dagger of silent rage,
you shit scared...presence felt like rackin' a 12 gauge...
waging war upon the page, this war sage,
visualised it from navel to nape
step to me and I'll disassemble your physical parts
laceratin' your heart with a glass shard
impalin' with darts of my murderous art

I build... refinin' skill,
laugh at you...suffocating & paralytically swipin' for mine,
hitting fine imported wine out the bottle, at full throttle,
fuckin' with me'll get ya cranium wedged in the narrow gap
under my ride between low profile rims and the mudflap
hittin' ignition, slam the gas, now you outta commission
grinding your dumb assed skull into submission
snuff taped the shit, I'ma screen it and charge 5 bucks for admission

Elusive Fugitive 2005

ayo that colored line was the only one that acutally did something ta me. i know your much better then this, holla keep blessin

[ElusiveFugitive]

Proph3t, thankyou for taking the time to read and post feedback.
On the real, it means alot bro...Other than my last post which was a keystyle from raplevel, I write to express real issues that affect me...

It often takes a lot of soul searching, taking the time to shape the content in my minds eye until I'm happy with the concept.
This can take weeks or even months before I put anything on paper. Literally the content occupies my mind until I am satisfied enough to put it on paper. Stick with it and you will find your own way, peace...

Dangerous, appreciate your honesty ehoa...you cool with me

ONE LOVE

[ElusiveFugitive]

I look forth, drawn towards the force of magnetic North,
my infinite form, dwarfs the institutionalised image of hori,
because the fucken tall tales of treacherous tories,
long since bored me.....I live a greater glory!
this the unwritten, unedited, non politically correct story...

stick my neck out, and I'm chastised
pointed at, denounced and crucified
if I lie... each time, a small piece of me dies,
de-evolve beneath my very skin, an awkward grin,
conceals an empty shell with no soul within
outwardly well-mannered and placid
no words lashed with the acid-tongue,
left for dead...as multiple stab wounds puncture lungs

expected to clamber down rungs of the social ladder? WHY?
'cause the elite middle class are too scared and weak bladdered,
long for the day, when that 2 dimensional world falls into decay,
and disarray...they...
indifferently minimising my struggle, can then openly puzzle
at how a man so young, could juggle a family,
with 2 kids and a decent job, as if its odd,
there are Maori that dont have to rob, cheat,
or kill in cold-blood on the street...
sickened by stereotypes and media hype
ain' nothing but delusional dreams borne in glass pipes
now my thoughts are ripe, so I'll lyrically snipe at the flawed logic

this railroad will travel the path of least resistance,
going the distance, and at every instance, when you tread upon me
I shall not choose flight, to the shadowy criminal underbelly of night
will passively resist my deepest urges, and fight...
armed with heartfelt belief in the word that I write,
to document my most personal, perpetual plight
and rage...against the dying of the light...

anyone with sense, knows one tenth of a nation,
should'nt control 90% of an entire population,
I listen to the observations, of souls in incarceration
their insights, tackle REAL questions of wrong and right!
which need to be dragged out and be openly discussed in daylight,
like...why are we fillin' the jails? failin' in education?
subjected to destitute downtalk and cultural decimation?
the only way for me to cope...is the waking dream of hope...

long have we denied, the innate ability to be wrong
to unify mankind, and move to rhythm of one song
the names of those who walk on water,
still justify slaughter of sons & rape of daughters
we oughta look further ahead, not sleep in this burning bed...
instead, conceive a unified body, equal so all can sense,
a real & visible difference from individuals can be expected
only then can the errors of this inhumane, monstrosity be corrected
lest your colony be stormed by revolutionary waves of the disaffected...

Elusive-Fugitive 2005

[BlaK FuRYaN]

feel the rush...
fiery fists & feet, flailin' factually
faces busted, bones is crushed,
scene illustrated in deft strokes of a calligraphers brush...

erasin' you from centre stage, concealed dagger of silent rage,
you shit scared...presence felt like rackin' a 12 gauge...
waging war upon the page, this war sage,
visualised it from navel to nape
step to me and I'll disassemble your physical parts
laceratin' your heart with a glass shard
impalin' with darts of my murderous art

I build... refinin' skill,
laugh at you...suffocating & paralytically swipin' for mine,
hitting fine imported wine out the bottle, at full throttle,
fuckin' with me'll get ya cranium wedged in the narrow gap
under my ride between low profile rims and the mudflap
hittin' ignition, slam the gas, now you outta commission
grinding your dumb assed skull into submission
snuff taped the shit, I'ma screen it and charge 5 bucks for admission

Elusive Fugitive 2005

I love it when you spit like this...in oppose to the spoken word art form...

[BlaK FuRYaN]

I look forth, drawn towards the force of magnetic North,
my infinite form, dwarfs the institutionalised image of hori,
because the fucken tall tales of treacherous tories,
long since bored me.....I live a greater glory!
this the unwritten, unedited, non politically correct story...

stick my neck out, and I'm chastised
pointed at, denounced and crucified
if I lie... each time, a small piece of me dies,
de-evolve beneath my very skin, an awkward grin,
conceals an empty shell with no soul within
outwardly well-mannered and placid
no words lashed with the acid-tongue,
left for dead...as multiple stab wounds puncture lungs

expected to clamber down rungs of the social ladder? WHY?
'cause the elite middle class are too scared and weak bladdered,
long for the day, when that 2 dimensional world falls into decay,
and disarray...they...
indifferently minimising my struggle, can then openly puzzle
at how a man so young, could juggle a family,
with 2 kids and a decent job, as if its odd,
there are Maori that dont have to rob, cheat,
or kill in cold-blood on the street...
sickened by stereotypes and media hype
ain' nothing but delusional dreams borne in glass pipes
now my thoughts are ripe, so I'll lyrically snipe at the flawed logic

this railroad will travel the path of least resistance,
going the distance, and at every instance, when you tread upon me
I shall not choose flight, to the shadowy criminal underbelly of night
will passively resist my deepest urges, and fight...
armed with heartfelt belief in the word that I write,
to document my most personal, perpetual plight
and rage...against the dying of the light...

anyone with sense, knows one tenth of a nation,
should'nt control 90% of an entire population,
I listen to the observations, of souls in incarceration
their insights, tackle REAL questions of wrong and right!
which need to be dragged out and be openly discussed in daylight,
like...why are we fillin' the jails? failin' in education?
subjected to destitute downtalk and cultural decimation?
the only way for me to cope...is the waking dream of hope...

long have we denied, the innate ability to be wrong
to unify mankind, and move to rhythm of one song
the names of those who walk on water,
still justify slaughter of sons & rape of daughters
we oughta look further ahead, not sleep in this burning bed...
instead, conceive a unified body, equal so all can sense,
a real & visible difference from individuals can be expected
only then can the errors of this inhumane, monstrosity be corrected
lest your colony be stormed by revolutionary waves of the disaffected...

Elusive-Fugitive 2005

Yeah EF this was food for the brain...i cuddnt highlight bit coz i like the whole script and (i did read all of it)...this is what im talking about...some real heart felt scripts which appeal to ery one...

peace bro

[ElusiveFugitive]

I'd been keeping this one close to my chest for some time,
glad you felt it bro...

ONE LOVE

Keep the feed comin' peeps

[ElusiveFugitive]

diligently deciphering documents drawn to deliberate misdirection,
imperative to ignore the lucid layers of languished longing,
incessant hunger for displays of deliciously, delicate dexterity
that forever fondle your fragile feminine fetishes,

mis-guided missiles of malevolent megalomaniacs,
are deployed, dominating disaffected & disenfranchised at a distance
underhandedly uplifting the utopian illusion,
utilising soul smothering skeletons in suits, with pseudo-psychotic slants
disguising truth & delving deeply into dark deception
as objective observations of injustice on foreign soil
are attacked, All-American arsenals of atrocity for oil

inevitable mortality heightens homeland insecurities...

vigilante vanguards that value varnished vanity of virgins
are vanquished violently by vipers with venomous vernacular
solemn shepherds suffer under searingly shallow certainty
dilated pupils, purpose-built to protect profane patriot symbolism
mark of the free-masons...an immensely imposing eye-sore of eternal evil
the beast, deliberates indefinitely on diabolical desecration
descending in tyranny, telekinetically torturing the timid of all nations...

[andrem]

yo I cant believe i slept on this thread. your verses speak great wisdom. Your last two posts are powerful and the last one uses poetic devices like alliteration. keep posting, i see much potential in your words.
"It does not matter how slowly you go so long as you do not stop"-confucius saying

[ElusiveFugitive]

yo I cant believe i slept on this thread. your verses speak great wisdom. Your last two posts are powerful and the last one uses poetic devices like alliteration. keep posting, i see much potential in your words.
"It does not matter how slowly you go so long as you do not stop"-confucius saying

Thanks Andrem, appreciate you takin' time to read & post your comment...
Glad you felt my verses. I'm slowly in the process of re-recording audio for some of these. Keep an eye out

PEACE

[Dae Ja Nae]

I look forth, drawn towards the force of magnetic North,
my infinite form, dwarfs the institutionalised image of hori,
because the fucken tall tales of treacherous tories,
long since bored me.....I live a greater glory!
this the unwritten, unedited, non politically correct story...

stick my neck out, and I'm chastised
pointed at, denounced and crucified
if I lie... each time, a small piece of me dies,
de-evolve beneath my very skin, an awkward grin,
conceals an empty shell with no soul within
outwardly well-mannered and placid
no words lashed with the acid-tongue,
left for dead...as multiple stab wounds puncture lungs

expected to clamber down rungs of the social ladder? WHY?
'cause the elite middle class are too scared and weak bladdered,
long for the day, when that 2 dimensional world falls into decay,
and disarray...they...
indifferently minimising my struggle, can then openly puzzle
at how a man so young, could juggle a family,
with 2 kids and a decent job, as if its odd,
there are Maori that dont have to rob, cheat,
or kill in cold-blood on the street...
sickened by stereotypes and media hype
ain' nothing but delusional dreams borne in glass pipes
now my thoughts are ripe, so I'll lyrically snipe at the flawed logic

this railroad will travel the path of least resistance,
going the distance, and at every instance, when you tread upon me
I shall not choose flight, to the shadowy criminal underbelly of night
will passively resist my deepest urges, and fight...
armed with heartfelt belief in the word that I write,
to document my most personal, perpetual plight
and rage...against the dying of the light...

anyone with sense, knows one tenth of a nation,
should'nt control 90% of an entire population,
I listen to the observations, of souls in incarceration
their insights, tackle REAL questions of wrong and right!
which need to be dragged out and be openly discussed in daylight,
like...why are we fillin' the jails? failin' in education?
subjected to destitute downtalk and cultural decimation?
the only way for me to cope...is the waking dream of hope...

long have we denied, the innate ability to be wrong
to unify mankind, and move to rhythm of one song
the names of those who walk on water,
still justify slaughter of sons & rape of daughters
we oughta look further ahead, not sleep in this burning bed...
instead, conceive a unified body, equal so all can sense,
a real & visible difference from individuals can be expected
only then can the errors of this inhumane, monstrosity be corrected
lest your colony be stormed by revolutionary waves of the disaffected...

Elusive-Fugitive 2005

Powerful display of imagery with this piece Elusive. You know I’m definitely feeling the content ... it’s very structurally sound. I am always moved by a person’s ability to see beyond plain sight because the majority of us are visually impaired when in the midst. You always find ways to break free of that mold. It’s good to bare witness to such effortless creativity, which is something you’ve always been able to accomplish. Definitely Poetic Craftsmanship at it’s best.

Stay Up

[ElusiveFugitive]

Powerful display of imagery with this piece Elusive. You know I’m definitely feeling the content ... it’s very structurally sound. I am always moved by a person’s ability to see beyond plain sight because the majority of us are visually impaired when in the midst. You always find ways to break free of that mold. It’s good to bare witness to such effortless creativity, which is something you’ve always been able to accomplish. Definitely Poetic Craftsmanship at it’s best.

Stay Up

Dae I'm moved by your feedback as always. This piece was one of my favourite verses to write, but unfortunately it is sometimes misunderstood. I'm not at all surprised that you are able absorb the various dimensions and interpret it for what it is.
I am humbled to inspire those who inspire me...
tena koe e kare


ONE LOVE
Elusive

[ElusiveFugitive]

uppin'