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[Rebel_INS]

Wow you fucken rhyme like a mothafucka!! YOYOYO

[Dae Ja Nae]

all i want is for people to read my shit! i feel i got somethin' important to say, and i want to be heard... i truly appreciate anybody who reads my shit... anyone! and i appreciate anyone who takes the time to comment too, good or bad... you just have to understand, i'm past the point where i feel anyone could be better than me... it's irrelevant to me at this point... i could care less if there were ten cats on this forum who are better than me... none of that matters, 'cause i know i'm ill... all arrogance aside, i'm still sick as fuck... but that doesn't matter... i have somethin' to say, and i will be heard... that's how i look at it...

now on the other hand, if you want to ask me what kind of feedback i'd like to recieve, that's a different story... i don't care if yall think i'm the illest, i don't need to hear that, but i don't refuse those comments either, i take it in stride... i know i'm ill, so tell me somethin' i don't know... personally, i'm more interested in how my verse made you feel when you read it... what kinds of thoughts it provokes... did it make you angry? did it amp you up, and make you want to hurt someone? did it inspire you? was it insightful? did it make you want to lead a revolution right up the the doorstep of the white house? did it depress you, or were you apathetic to it's message altogether?

see... i appreciate all feedback, but i already know my shit is good, so someone tellin' me it's good doesn't do a whole lot for me... i'd rather hear what you may have experienced while readin' it... but i rarely get that kind of feedback, so i don't feel that much different towards positive or negative comments... but like i tell the rest of yall, you gotta take it in stride even when you don't hear what you want to hear... 'cause you rarely get the feedback you'd like to get...

PEACE

PSY

Enough said ... lol ... but seriously though ... your work is, without a doubt, VERY Powerful. Depth of this magnitude doesn't need to be reiterated upon, because honestly it speaks for itself. I will say this though, this shit left me covered with chills. For me, that is the true sign of POWERFUL body of work. I love a Poet who can scribe in a manner that completely grabs the reader's mind, and then take that mind on a journey ... to a different place with each read due to the multiple meanings that can be derived from its contents. As you already know, your work does just that.

With that, I'll tip my hat-to the skill of this cat ...

** Dae exits the thread - head lowered - fingers snapping **

Peace

[Ronin]

soulless man of knowledge stands over guilt and sorrow’s shame

witness, i envision the dullest; in valleys of death, it’s lost souls, duckin’ from ignition of bullets

the earth starts spinnin’ backwards; the guns are blatant, my lungs are vacant, so i’d ‘ve never existed

from birth, start givin’ passwords; the sun awakened the son of satan, so i’m forever inflicted

you’re weavin’ a dream of weaker incompetence, believin’ the schemes of speaker’s anonymous

the demons take heed to leaders of dominance, and leads to an even bleaker apocalypse

these are my favorite parts. as usual the flow and content and imagery created is masterful...true poetry, shit should be said without a beat

your like a gothic painter, this is easily one of your best, it wou;ld probably make the most patiotic yank think about shit

[PsYkOsUs]

PEACE TO THE BOTH OF YOU... i appreciate it...

PEACE

PSY

[PsYkOsUs]

\\\::~ THE STRIFE OF FALLEN ANGELS ~::///

hatred spread amongst the cavalry, few were as frigid and heartless

‘cause I thought my circulatory system was made of stone

‘cause I thought my virtue of gory wisdom had stayed alone

sacred dead among their casualties, doin’ their bid in the darkness

the sparrow’s degree of struggle, brother, I won’t bereave a dove

writes slanted, with pen gripped; ebony tears would flow

christ granted my death-wish, twenty-three years ago

it narrowed debris and rubble, fuck her; I don’t believe in love

I remained optimistic, though I’ve got no soul to condone you

soul’s been sold; ghosts provokin’ us, the lamb steals everything

frozen cold; so emotionless, I can’t feel anything

and we claim god’s sadistic, so I’ve got no hole to go home to

‘cause sunshine finds thunder, thine onslaught of the fallen gods

the flag’s at half-mast, their heir is no longer seizable

son, grab your gas-mask, their air is no longer breathable

but sometimes I wonder, why bombs drop on the holocausts

my defensive secretary, is wily and vicious as if effective as amity

god is afraid of me; write religion’s killed in the mission

psalms have sedated me, like prescription pills in the kitchen

I repent in cemeteries, and quietly rivet in schizophrenic insanity

son, my mind was lost, so I’ve sent me on a journey, to find myself

‘cause I’m depressed and alone; and weakened with fear

but I’ve confessed in this poem, to keepin’ me here

trust my time was lost, so I’m set free on a gurney, defied my health

...in the halls of chosen sin, my walls are closin’ in

I gave it all I had, but my ‘all’ was woven thin...

a whorish, torturous sorceress, unscathed by the love of mormons

the sickness advertisin’ the proof of sexpots sellin’ warm ass

then witness bastards dyin’ aloof of despots on a war-path

a horrid, morbid extortionist, who bathes in the blood of orphans

god, you could never sever the scorn from those sin-soiled things

been antagonizin’ youths, you’ve demanded some dumb shit

live an agonizin’ truth, you abandoned and jumped ship

‘cause you would never weather the storm on those tin-foil wings

not even human; psy comes with a long spine of astronomical wires

just a well-oiled machine, whose piston’s broken inside

judged by hell’s royal marines, whose mission’s hopin’ it died

not even lucid; I come from a long line of pathological liars

feign knowledge in vacant choice, I choke and swallow hypocrisies

the concrete jungle, where we only wallow in robbery

then long streets crumble, and we slowly follow in poverty

paid homage to satan’s voice, they spoke of hollow philosophies

they’d envisioned an angel of death, it appeased the witnesses

and ordered more travesties for cannibalistic rats and frauds

the corner-store tragedies of animalistic cats and dawgs

paid admission to mangle the rest, with disease and sicknesses

a crypt’s envy; ‘cause everyone cries everyday, content with sorrow

where shots ignite in the night, they’ve spent and borrowed

where cops incited the fight, they’ve sent their farrow

the clip’s emptied, but everyone died yesterday; exempt tomorrow

Copyright © 2004 Psykosus, The Soulless Survivalist

[PsYkOsUs]

to those of you who may be interested, i just posted some of my illustrations in the Graphics Arena, so check 'em out...

PEACE

PSY

[martyr]

...this is hot... i don't know if you'll really even read but it's ridiculous.... untouchable.... i just had to say that.... it makes me feel kind of dorkish for trying to express my troubles in words if you wanna know how it makes me feel... but i really like it.... the whole verse is hot, flow is flawless as usual... multies immaculate... countless hours were put into this verse indefinately... this is why i tell yawl to rewrite your verses because i think i know for a fact that the original of this verse pales in comparisin to the final version here... my favourite line because theuy're all quotable is:

"fuck her; i don't believe in love"

keep scripting as usual and drawing... pieces

[MASTER PAI MEI]

Psy- U continue to set the standard for writing I thank you Bcuz your writings make me better!!!!

[002]

ya shit always influences me, man. i love readin it. it's like lookin at abstract paintings, nahmsayin. peace

[Dae Ja Nae]

\\\::~ THE STRIFE OF FALLEN ANGELS ~::///

hatred spread amongst the cavalry, few were as frigid and heartless

‘cause I thought my circulatory system was made of stone

‘cause I thought my virtue of gory wisdom had stayed alone

sacred dead among their casualties, doin’ their bid in the darkness

the sparrow’s degree of struggle, brother, I won’t bereave a dove

writes slanted, with pen gripped; ebony tears would flow

christ granted my death-wish, twenty-three years ago

it narrowed debris and rubble, fuck her; I don’t believe in love

I remained optimistic, though I’ve got no soul to condone you

soul’s been sold; ghosts provokin’ us, the lamb steals everything

frozen cold; so emotionless, I can’t feel anything

and we claim god’s sadistic, so I’ve got no hole to go home to

‘cause sunshine finds thunder, thine onslaught of the fallen gods

the flag’s at half-mast, their heir is no longer seizable

son, grab your gas-mask, their air is no longer breathable

but sometimes I wonder, why bombs drop on the holocausts

my defensive secretary, is wily and vicious as if effective as amity

god is afraid of me; write religion’s killed in the mission

psalms have sedated me, like prescription pills in the kitchen

I repent in cemeteries, and quietly rivet in schizophrenic insanity

son, my mind was lost, so I’ve sent me on a journey, to find myself

‘cause I’m depressed and alone; and weakened with fear

but I’ve confessed in this poem, to keepin’ me here

trust my time was lost, so I’m set free on a gurney, defied my health

...in the halls of chosen sin, my walls are closin’ in

I gave it all I had, but my ‘all’ was woven thin...

a whorish, torturous sorceress, unscathed by the love of mormons

the sickness advertisin’ the proof of sexpots sellin’ warm ass

then witness bastards dyin’ aloof of despots on a war-path

a horrid, morbid extortionist, who bathes in the blood of orphans

god, you could never sever the scorn from those sin-soiled things

been antagonizin’ youths, you’ve demanded some dumb shit

live an agonizin’ truth, you abandoned and jumped ship

‘cause you would never weather the storm on those tin-foil wings

not even human; psy comes with a long spine of astronomical wires

just a well-oiled machine, whose piston’s broken inside

judged by hell’s royal marines, whose mission’s hopin’ it died

not even lucid; I come from a long line of pathological liars

feign knowledge in vacant choice, I choke and swallow hypocrisies

the concrete jungle, where we only wallow in robbery

then long streets crumble, and we slowly follow in poverty

paid homage to satan’s voice, they spoke of hollow philosophies

they’d envisioned an angel of death, it appeased the witnesses

and ordered more travesties for cannibalistic rats and frauds

the corner-store tragedies of animalistic cats and dawgs

paid admission to mangle the rest, with disease and sicknesses

a crypt’s envy; ‘cause everyone cries everyday, content with sorrow

where shots ignite in the night, they’ve spent and borrowed

where cops incited the fight, they’ve sent their farrow

the clip’s emptied, but everyone died yesterday; exempt tomorrow

Copyright © 2004 Psykosus, The Soulless Survivalist

Dam Psy ... this left me with an uneasy feeling deep in the pit of my stomach. It's so hard to ingest, then digest so much raw truth. The words in this piece cut deeper than jagged edge blade ... leaving the mind ripped open to heal slow, if at all. This is some real awareness for the masses ... some harsh, un-cut reality.
No need to read between the lines ... the message clear,
unseen only by those who are blind, but delivered loud enough for all to hear ... it makes one want to lower his or her head, but the shame of it all make me want to rise my fist instead ... then extend my two fingers in the universal sign of Peace ... no need to be stricken by grief, not when it's truth you speak! ... powerful words like these will live on ... to be forever revered and admired by your peers ... Word is bond!!



Peace

[PsYkOsUs]

peace to all of yall... i really appreciate your insightful feedback... believe, it means a lot to me... all your positive comments have rendered me pretty speechless, so let me just offer a simple: Thank You... i've got more comin'...

PEACE

PSY

[Ronin]

what can u say? very deep shit, i dont really need to tell you lol

i prefer when u write in the rhyme acheme of abab ins tead of abba if u understand that but its a very good poetical piece

a nice read

[Treazon]

outstanding as always psy.....although i still dont have the full gist of the song i can pick pieces of it well enough, but i can tell its a professional piece indeed....

was it actually the def poetry winner..?


peace

[jjh_38]

Very good shit man.. im feelin your content on pretty much everything ive read from you.. i like the dark style, plus i liked how you switched up the rhyme scheme on this one while still holding the flow flawlessly.. keeps the reader guessin, ya know. nice read

[PsYkOsUs]

peace yall... i appreciate it...

was it actually the def poetry winner..?

peace

yeah, it definitely was... if anyone has an account on www.defpoetryjam.com, they'll see my poem posted up as the winner for the month of march...

PEACE

PSY