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Wow, we were really waiting for this weren’t we?
Veiled behind the veneer of a versifier is a very weird irony
Beneath and underneath the sheath you feel your passion seethe
The sound resounds around the icy underground as you breathe

Fear to fancy if it’s favorable fortune or free will
Deterministic dilemmas do leave me dumbfounded still

...needs a couple more lines

You tried to hide but have to ride this tide inside you mind
You are too far to mar the scimitar’s scar that made you blind

You know what I just realized, rap verse is largely based on assonance!

Nice! I especially like that last line: “you are too far to mar the scimitar’s scar that made you blind”. Very nice. True, when I try and say the lines out loud they sound like a rap song – i guess rap is based on a lot of alliteration and assonance. You should become a rapper avicster. :)

Haha, thanks for the suggestion, but that would require an exponential climb in my coolness quotient! With my corporate lookie and pseudo-intellectual rants I’d be “chewed up and spit out and booed off stage”! Maybe I could dress up like my dino avatar, it’s way cooler than I am :)

Speaking of rap, have you seen these: http://in.youtube.com/watch?v=ZbbxA8a_M_s
http://in.youtube.com/watch?v=-xEzGIuY7kw

Haha Yes! Brilliant. But Weird Al annoys me…Flight of the Conchords I can handle. Okay, here I go.

Das land des lächelns, sweetly
Sorrows of smiles from somewhere softly
Lives are living lies and live in lively lies
mein ganzes herz, like lovebird, fleetly flees and flies;
Utopia uncovered, misaligned myopia of sight to seek what’s seldom sought -
so distraught as you forgot the corrosive condition of a caller whom now has naught;
But know the notion of the knightly need is as needless as the nacht of dangerous deed.

Eyes to eat, tongue to touch
A fix of your tricks gets it all mixed up
I hear a tear when you’re not there
Fiercely forsaken, even by fear

Dusty dream, saw you dressing down
Never nary a notion of nosing around
I try and try but why is it no good
I think I lie, I think I should

Who’s it to you? To me it’s you
They say this thing through warm guns too
They also say, it’s all a play
‘Tis too tough to get through today

Pardon the pathetic poetry under performance pressure.

Oh no, I feel bad now.

For the due diligence in the deconstruction of dreaming-
do the inquiries of inaccessibility interrupt its streaming
Forgive me if I am fraught with fools and freaks in my heavy heart
Demonstrations of mind’s limitations never known sooner since Descartes
Forgive me if I seem absurd and selfish in my cessation of smiles
Simply, sadly, siphoning the sorrows from these thwarted trials.

Boy you’re really on a roll! Great job again. Anyway, here’s my bucketload of balderdash…

Blinding blue blurs my breadth of view
Burgeoning, but barely breaks your breathtaking hue
Bianca :), you buoyant bubble of all things bright
Bewildered by some unseen bête noire, broken brakes in flight
Dive not deep into the dark dungeons of despair
Beware the ruse, breathe out your blues, be not afraid to care

i think its a tough job for me but i want to try sumthing; betty bought a bit of butter but she said the butter is bitter so betty bought a better butter to make the bitter butter better