the outcome...

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the outcome...

The OutCome



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Theres 2 Sides to everything...

Deeper in the soils of myself  - im left with this void
annoyed to the point im zoned in2 this hell - destroyed
was my original inspiration - my hearts now deployed
blueprints scrapped as i freehand commands - thru the filtered noise
Traveling over life's natural essence when men part from the boys
Art Infilitrates my point of view and flocks my thoughts with its convoys
im beyond sight - beyond life - past wrongs - not lookin for rights
just lookin for food.. continuin to devour these mics
im never gonna be satisfied or finished - the rage will never die
i dug a ditch for the sensitivity in me - Now welcome to my other side..

Everything has 2 faces
2 sides - some just too blind to face it..
so the Outcome... ive finally been outdone
by my other side.. now i cant stop..
i wont quit.. i cant run...
everything has 2 faces..
this is the face i've chosen...this is my outcome...

I've been frozen in time for years - a stand still image with no reflection
a dull period of time like sex with no erection. - im ventin the stress now
all the bets are placed and im foldin hands as i ass my aces out
the jittering emotions held within turned me into the loud voice
in a full house - 1 spouse- a handful of friends - liq in my system
and the mic so the world can hear me now...
can you here me now? ... good.. time to start dishin out...
the turn around.. 09 came now ima hold it down...
lotta old flames lost cuz im wettin shit up..the past is over now
true story... no drama.. no beef.. no problems.. not yet...
but im good.. and if u set.. dont cross the line
or u might end up ashed out like the burnt tip of a cigarette

Everything has 2 faces
2 sides - some just too blind to face it..
so the Outcome... ive finally been outdone
by my other side.. now i cant stop..
i wont quit.. i cant run...
everything has 2 faces..
this is the face i've chosen...this is my outcome...

Victory will never be - missery will never sleep
but i feed off of the neglect and expect to be
better than i know i am and never sober a thought n damn
my own spirit n live fearless hoardin over immortal sand
lookin for the exit like the matrix - wonderin where does this portal end
2 worlds n realms and im stuck n limbo between both of em
knowin this - aint all to see.. showin u this aint that's all to me
but this is all u'll see .. on the outer shell u gotta travel to hell to reach
the other side..cuz i let it die.. and let this be.. my new destiny
so i infact outcast myself cuz u ppl aint shit to me...
most of those i know live in a 2 demensional world
where there aint much to see - not much in there dreams
but glitter n glam - too boring for me to join
so i expidite myself and live amongst the kings...
followin my road zion... this mic treds my path
fate chose this one as the one i'll be known to die on..

Everything has 2 faces
2 sides - some just too blind to face it..
so the Outcome... ive finally been outdone
by my other side.. now i cant stop..
i wont quit.. i cant run...
everything has 2 faces..
this is the face i've chosen...this is my outcome...

resolution for the new year is  to resign from my regular solutions
no longer contributin to a nusence life
i got a new sense of myself and im choosen not 2 be so foolish wit pride
pacin my way thru this journey as i ride - it's either u or i
and im no longer choosin the other side...
Silent Poet.....09..... the new year came... this is it's outcome

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DeepEclipse commented on the outcome...

07-14-2009

Ah man you out did yourself on this one. Lyrical destruction placed with pinpoint accruacy. You knew what the hell you were doing with this piece. 2 sides to everything indeed...just like an eclipse :P. Honesty has such healing, I refuse to leave it. Im savin this to my favorites and if you don't mind I have some people that would like to read something like this. This poem moves me. Beautiful stuff man.

A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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