Ode to The Sonnet King(s)

ok…Bare with me…

I wrote some of this in class, not FOR class, just in class…

The premise is simple, I’ve written (am writing) two Sonnets…

One based on Petrarch’s rhyme scheme and one based on Shakespeare…

The topic owes its inspiration to one of my favorite’s from The Beatles
it’d be cool if someone could guess what it is:-)

ok I’m not the greatest writer but I just felt like doing this most of my poems aren’t structured well so this took some participation ha

Sonnet 1-A
Fallen Skin to take my spirit along with it
But only if with age your offer fades
As locks turn gray lonely my tear wades
From your refusal to catch, alone it will sit

No longer will that wound be fresh from the bugs bit
But will all evidence evade from that scar made
Should I see this love loss as a debt that’s been paid
Paid off in tears that lay deep in my stomach’s pit

In the end I will to see
Fallen from grace your youth and all
But I’ll remember the scar forever

Turn grey believe my heart will never
I’ll remember those locks and catch them once they fall
My love won’t suffer because of what is to be

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Sonnet 1-B

Destined to grow old and wither away
But I wonder will you keep me company
Old maybe stale my love will stay
But could you say the same to a withered me

Seasons change but my affection stands still
I would hope your feelings the same
Unless as age fades so does your will
I’ll miss that strength that yet has came

Alas your decrepit love that resembles my face
Only reflects on its feeble standing
I’ll accept it with age and take it with grace
Eventually escaping my adoration branding

As soon that eye no more possesses my twinkle
So to will you in my eyes start to wrinkle

What More Can I Say?

Old School

I just found this unpublished draft sitting in my draft section, and it only contained a Picture and a title saying “what more can I say” I don’t remember making that the title, but I do remember I was going to write a review on one of my favorite artist of all time, but now that I look back on it I’m going to stick with the title, what more?

some references for the lookers

One of my Favorite pac songs

another

this is one of those song I just vibe with for long periods of time a “me against the world” mood get this o.d.(most Pac songs are like that for me) lol

I remember when I first heard this song, I was young and this was just that song that I’d play when my highs were the highest and my lows were the lowest, as I stared at the world through my rearview

I could do this all year lol but I’m getting into a deep ‘pac Mode, I’m going to go rummage through my cds, and put juice on the screen…

NOW I remember why I gave it that title, can’t believe I forgot, I LOVE this song “it’s ain’t nothing like the oldschool” talk about cosigning EVERYTHING I love this song “that the old school to me” I’m a 90s kid and I can still relate to the old school feel this song brings up I can’t describe in a billion words how dope this song is

now really…

there is more that I can say…
But I’ll leave it to the birds :)

Who are you to tell me?

Is it important to define everything

As if definite understanding is discovered by a species of beings |ill|capable of understanding they know nothing?How does your evidence of truth out rule my evidence of creativity? Why can’t I redefine a word if redefining my existence has become an everyday occurrence?

Life as we know it is a mystery that’s been solved, the conclusion:We Don’t K|no|w. So with evidence of no evidence of you existing outside of my dreams you are as real to me as these words, this opinion, correction: This Apple. Since my existence is sculptural so is my dictionary. My apple is my opinion |I’m a PC| Webster is behind…I can’t be caught up to(o).

I’m bored it’s 11 in the am, and this was a conversation between me, myself and ?EYE decided to jump in and let my fingers in on it as well, that’s how it ended up here :)

It’s Been Thought

He said I couldn’t be as great as him…

She said I couldn’t be as smart as her…

They said I couldn’t change the world like them…

but I say I can be a greater, smarter, world changing ME than they combined could ever be…

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Unwritten scrolls of the future haunt me in my sleep

Abruptly I wake up dripping in thoughts

nervously shaking, mumbling expressions of subsequent time

I have to catch my breath and adapt back to the present

Cooling Down

I’m slowing catching my breath, but with every inhale of oxygen follows an exhale of memory

Those scrolls are slowing burning away and I’m knowingly feeding the flames…

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My memories fade and I’m left to wonder

What?

When?

Why?

My mind’s in line for the answer but I ticket says “1000″

“Number 5 next!”

It had to have been important, I remember tales of my future…or was it fables of my past?

written centuries ago by someone farther up the bloodline, passing down the forgotten to me for future reference

Or…A glimpse at my future ascendancy to failure

I’m not saying I’m doomed to fail but it’s definitely an option…

Dear Elusie (Your Neglector)

I”ve refuse to admit abandonment, but I will agree to neglect…

I have been focused on myself so much that I’ve neglected absorbing myself into your…

I know I promise that I’ll keep you in touch…but…

I have NOT abandoned you, I’ve just had a lot of issues going on in my life…

My lack of post/contact has nothing to do with you…

It’s not that I’ve bored of filling you UP (in)

I’ve just been…busy

I won’t promise you more of me, but I will make an effort to visit you more…

and talk (into) you more…

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…|Style of the FREE variety|…

Fictions. Facts. my lines blurred a long time ago

Fiction holds more TRUTH than fact, because there are no lies…fictions is what it is…unreal

as with fact…lies can creep into “creditable” details when edited by a homo (sinner) sapient

Made up stories never lie to me…

That’s why I tell you I’m fiction, everything about me is made from a creator who’s mind imagines wonders far beyond fables of magic beans and candy land

I’m unreal, and that’s what makes me so true

I’m creations as are you…

Mhmmmmm.

Side note…. it’s 9:11 a.m…March 08 2009… I haven’t slept since 4.00 a.m. March 07 2009…

Insomnia….(Narcolepsy kicks in…NOW) a bunch of random thoughts put together with out much thought of order…just raw goodness for all you lucky stumblers who happen across these unsettles words that once brewed in the belly of my brains :)

peace

The Over Heard Silence

Pictures of unheard prayers carry the weight of my silence

I’m thinking it’s over because I’m no longer heard, not even by my own ears

Bumping into an empty glass-shattered pieces disappear from the table and reappear on the floor

I’ve cried for the death of those motionless shards

separated from each other, laying in silence

we’ve lost relation, and gained seclusion

I over heard you thinking, and I’m sorry I forgot you…in advance

It’s time for an ending because things have changed since the beginning

You don’t hear my voice but my silence is loud and clear…

Contact no Contacts

eh If you come across this blog, and feel you’d like to make yourself known to me (This site lacks real E-Contact) my e-mail address is RuptureElusive@aol.com and I’m open to all and any just hit me up and I’ll of course return the favor, and I’m an aimer so if you’re looking for an aim companion Inquire yo :P

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Fumbling Fingers (FTW)

I lose track of my vision sometimes

LIKE NOW

I can’t see

But I’m writing this anyways

I’m creating words that I can’t see

I’m following the sounds of my keys

The friction between my fingers and these keys are undeniable

But I can’t hear now

finnhers funbling

 

Give me knowledge or Give me…Ignorance?

I’m pulling up my britches

I’ve been a big kid for years

I can’t believe how time has past

I barely remember completing the second grade

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My grades are failing

but I’m learning a lot

I skip through the meaningless busy work

because I’m looking for the truth

The truth isn’t in my grades

but it my head

What I know…What I’ve learned…What you’ve taught me

Teach me more so that I can teach myself, that I need to know more

my thoughts are chaos in an organized sort of way

I need more knowledge as I wait form wisdom

which can’t be learned

so I’m trying to wise up to knowledge and learn as much as I can