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 kazok4000
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The birds laugh loud and long together
When Fashion's followers speed away
At the first cool breath of autumn weather.
Why, this is the time, cry the birds, to stay!
When the deep calm sea and the deep sky over
Both look their passion through sun-kissed space,
As a blue-eyed maid and her blue-eyed lover
Might each gaze into the other's face.
Oh! this is the time when careful spying
Discovers the secrets Nature knows.
You find when the butterflies plan for flying
(Before the thrush or the blackbird goes),
You see some day by the water's edges
A brilliant border of red and black;
And then off over the hills and hedges
It flutters away on the summer's track.
The shy little sumacs, in lonely places,
Bowed all summer with dust and heat,
Like clean-clad children with rain-washed faces,
Are dressed in scarlet from head to feet.
And never a flower had the boastful summer,
In all the blossoms that decked her sod,
So royal hued as that later comer
The purple chum of the goldenrod.
Some chill grey dawn you note with grieving
That the King of Autumn is on his way.
You see, with a sorrowful, slow believing,
How the wanton woods have gone astray,
They wear the stain of bold caresses,
Of riotous revels with old King Frost;
They dazzle all eyes with their gorgeous dresses,
Nor care that their green young leaves are lost.
A wet wind blows from the East one morning,
The wood's gay garments looked draggled out.
You hear a sound, and your heart takes warning―
The birds are planning their winter route.
They wheel and settle and scold and wrangle,
Their tempers are ruffled, their voices loud;
Then whirr and away in a feathered tangle,
To fade in the south like a passing cloud.
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 Solid Log
Hollywood
Registered: 03/01/22
Posts: 2,955
Loc: Seattle
Last seen: 37 seconds
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All set it smooth as midnight groove
All the heads up is on meth or duck on some Dragon’s Breath
Left from the chest drugs was the rest of it
The best of luck to struck
I cut shit up tough like
I deadly strike in the theatre of hype
I just might flight take it break it make it
On the plate sit and fake twitch like I stitch
I mic up the rich
For height flow four fifth
My mic in store is flip
I got swipe in the door that’s glitch
A bench on it to sit dog gone it you along to hit and song that fit
Is all along some shit
I like it to strike it
My mic just might hype it up
To ripe floor the cluck
Sword that you duck from it
The number one lit from hits
I swipe the hitch the mix
Is master of the switch
I’m rich
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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock
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kazok4000
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Registered: 12/02/22
Posts: 50
Last seen: 5 months, 19 days
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Dragon, dragon, from the womb,
Comes the tiny egg-shelled doom.
When sun’s rays give warmth and light,
It bursts from the shell ready to fight.
Dragon, dragon, in the sky,
Look how high up it can fly.
And if instead it should fly down,
In burning ruin shall lie the town.
Dragon, dragon, in the earth,
So vast in size is its great girth.
If it sleeps then all is well,
But when it wakes there’s acrid hell.
Dragon, dragon, naught but bone,
Lying atop its golden throne.
Nature’s rest it’ll never find,
Guarding the treasures of Lich’s kind.
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kazok4000
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Last seen: 5 months, 19 days
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There’s a sad loneliness about my heart,—
A deep, deep solitude the spirit feels
Amid this multitude. The things of art
Pall on the senses—from its pageantry,
Loathing, my eye turns off; and my ear shrinks
From the harsh dissonance that fills the air.
My soul is growing sick—I will away
And gather balm from a sweet forest walk!
There, as the breezes through the branches sweep,
Is heard aerial minstrelsy, like harps
Untouched, unseen, that on the spirit’s ear
Pour out their numbers till they lull to peace
The tumult of the bosom. There’s a voice
Of music in the rustling of the leaves;
And the green boughs are hung with living lutes,
Whose strings will only vibrate to his hand
Who made them, while they sound his untaught praise!
The whole wild wood is one vast instrument
Of thousand, thousand keys; and all its notes
Come in sweet harmony, while Nature plays
To celebrate the presence of her God!
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Solid Log
Hollywood
Registered: 03/01/22
Posts: 2,955
Loc: Seattle
Last seen: 37 seconds
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All caught delay
In the gray
From displaced
Laced it shut
Place need the tucked one
You buck brung a gun
I stun a fool
Run tools clack
With rules lacking
Backing up
Sacking ducks offa struck
I just pluck
Mean a truck off the raw cut
Straw stuffed saw bluffed
It’s awful tough to chew
Who raps crew with brew
All stew gone into
I crew with the flew rule
All tool bust and fluid ruin it
Adjust to the trust that
Murder head cats
With further rats
That’s black
I stack a max
With relax and facts strapped
The Big Mac
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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock
Edited by Solid Log (08/25/23 05:42 AM)
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kazok4000
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Registered: 12/02/22
Posts: 50
Last seen: 5 months, 19 days
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Bad things are going to happen.
Your tomatoes will grow a fungus
and your cat will get run over.
Someone will leave the bag with the ice cream
melting in the car and throw
your blue cashmere sweater in the drier.
Your husband will sleep
with a girl your daughter’s age, her breasts spilling
out of her blouse. Or your wife
will remember she’s a lesbian
and leave you for the woman next door. The other cat—
the one you never really liked—will contract a disease
that requires you to pry open its feverish mouth
every four hours. Your parents will die.
No matter how many vitamins you take,
how much Pilates, you’ll lose your keys,
your hair and your memory. If your daughter
doesn’t plug her heart
into every live socket she passes,
you’ll come home to find your son has emptied
the refrigerator, dragged it to the curb,
and called the used appliance store for a pick up—drug money.
There’s a Buddhist story of a woman chased by a tiger.
When she comes to a cliff, she sees a sturdy vine
and climbs half way down. But there’s also a tiger below.
And two mice—one white, one black—scurry out
and begin to gnaw at the vine. At this point
she notices a wild strawberry growing from a crevice.
She looks up, down, at the mice.
Then she eats the strawberry.
So here’s the view, the breeze, the pulse
in your throat. Your wallet will be stolen, you’ll get fat,
slip on the bathroom tiles of a foreign hotel
and crack your hip. You’ll be lonely.
Oh taste how sweet and tart
the red juice is, how the tiny seeds
crunch between your teeth
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Solid Log
Hollywood
Registered: 03/01/22
Posts: 2,955
Loc: Seattle
Last seen: 37 seconds
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When the money runs low
Head to toe guns glow in the dark and park up that ass
A Soldier’ task to grasp the gun barrel
The gangster’s apparel and tear a bone out
A gun route from the murder mouth of said clout
To come about down gun route
I seen a kid with a gun having fun
So I blazed his buns with bikinis on vacations
I saved some for everyone so they could get spun
I’m number one
I sum up Suns for from this a ton of twist hums slides off the wrist
Type fist that twice itch I missed the dissed
A trick with a flip got a cinch with the lift
I seen grift and slight hitch on the flight risk
It’s suicide a mile a minute
To begin it
To see what’s in it
I’m a little different because I’m Royal
And toil over the Psychedelic Brew make it boil
I coined all ya’ll into the wall
And seen you sprawled all over the wall
Like a follower of the Dollar and nothing more
You stood tall once then did fall
I call it baller
I am into the crack cocaine tokes with LSD
Call it slow pokes graffiti
All the beat be heat see
I seen a tree and key up
I ski up
The lead cut into two
The crew did drew down
Like they always do
I always slew crew with blue
I true to these genes
What it means is light beams
I laser light excite like winning teams
I thrust this dreams into creams
And stacks of cold cash
I got a ratchet I back flip
I take it
With the sack lit
Your back split
I just pulled a hit
Like that’s some type trip
I mic up the sick
Hype up a bitch
With the the type cut which
Is inside strut from the sum
I run a gun from here to Hell’s Station
I seen a spaceship
Flying over the wasteland
All Soldier in command
When you grow a gun
Inside your mind a firearm
I been in harm’s way
I got the fully AK spray
I thought so
Punk ass
You used to fuck with me fast
Now all you fuck with is cash
I got a rash from Ganja ash
With sifted I get lifted
I twisted them up with mom
It was the bomb
I grew up to make pipes
Crews hype on glass
Makes mics attract
I hold tax strike at night
In fact this insight I got
Got you shot at at night
I fight alright
I seen you bite the gun with Sun
I don’t run from the gun
I drum
Loud in the crowd
Hear the system thump down
I been in nouns seems words
Was adjectives and verbs big
I fancy of swig of the Ganja
Jig again
Been up to been
Yo I see you when I see you then
You gotta make the ends
For the skills to justify the means
Is how we Kill Weed smoke it
Don’t choke hit it broke lit
Fitted
I gritted my teeth before the OZ
Of shrooms I lit in rooms
Tracked down the town
And around Ganja in the ground
I sound off to the pounds gloss
I crown the boss
As I floss steady
Job heady
I’m ready for Ganja again
Set it sweet professional
Heat it to eat it
I seated my mind never defeated
I read it in fine print
You gotta squint
I cycle the rifle with the nine that tear through
Beware of crews on drugs who thug
I dropped out of thug school
I shot a tool off no soft here
I drank beer and you better steer clear
I’m a seer I lighten to hype in this one Meth
Yo! That shit death
Now I smoke the Ganja again
Dragon breath what’s hot in the end
I sacrifice flesh
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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock
Edited by Solid Log (08/26/23 11:20 AM)
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kazok4000
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Registered: 12/02/22
Posts: 50
Last seen: 5 months, 19 days
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I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed—and gazed—but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:
For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.
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kazok4000
Stranger
Registered: 12/02/22
Posts: 50
Last seen: 5 months, 19 days
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I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,
And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by,
And the wheel's kick and the wind's song and the white sail's shaking,
And a gray mist on the sea's face, and a gray dawn breaking.
I must go down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide
Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;
And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,
And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying.
I must go down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life,
To the gull's way and the whale's way, where the wind's like a whetted knife;
And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover,
And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick's over.
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kazok4000
Stranger
Registered: 12/02/22
Posts: 50
Last seen: 5 months, 19 days
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The mountain sat upon the plain
In his eternal chair,
His observation omnifold,
His inquest everywhere.
The seasons prayed around his knees,
Like children round a sire:
Grandfather of the days is he,
Of dawn the ancestor.
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Solid Log
Hollywood
Registered: 03/01/22
Posts: 2,955
Loc: Seattle
Last seen: 37 seconds
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I am on the Path of the Medicine
I sent a letter to a punk who was a chump
He was in a slump
Because his problems came in a lump
I knew the Psychedelic would solve it
It involved quitting
The way of consumption
Fitting for any American
To stare within
We got the Ganja
Hardcore
What’s more
We scored with the rhyme called blade fighter 9
That’s Methamphetamine
I sold kids a dream
To be on the team
What you mean you use Meth?
I said, Hell Yes!
I flip the stats on fools who don’t go to school
With the tool I slap a cat back and forth
I kept score
And you zero
I win like a sin
I need more Ganja to make the difference in kinship
I been flipped the stats on gats and blades
These Psychedelic waves
Like Native American Braves
With their Ghost Dance
Now kids go to raves
Party slaves
Seeking the Shaman
You need a lot of money to get in yo
It’s not fair
I found a way to dry out
I light the lamps and psych the amps
Charge in Large with margin
I dart in to spin the second hand
On the clock I command
Rock and Roll
Take a toll on soul
I catapult into the majors
With major flavors
Of herbal
My main word will pull
Into the glow I stroll
Contact patrol
On all raps rolled gold
I sold a Platinum Chain
And iced brain
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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock
Edited by Solid Log (08/27/23 05:44 AM)
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kazok4000
Stranger
Registered: 12/02/22
Posts: 50
Last seen: 5 months, 19 days
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When you travel, you find yourself
Alone in a different way,
More attentive now
To the self you bring along,
Your more subtle eye watching
You abroad; and how what meets you
Touches that part of the heart
That lies low at home:
How you unexpectedly attune
To the timbre in some voice,
Opening in conversation
You want to take in
To where your longing
Has pressed hard enough
Inward, on some unsaid dark,
To create a crystal of insight
You could not have known
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kazok4000
Stranger
Registered: 12/02/22
Posts: 50
Last seen: 5 months, 19 days
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Have ever you heard of the Land of Beyond,
That dreams at the gates of the day?
Alluring it lies at the skirts of the skies,
And ever so far away;
Alluring it calls: O ye the yoke galls,
And ye of the trails overfond,
With saddle and pack, by paddle and track,
Let’s go to the Land of Beyond!
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kazok4000
Stranger
Registered: 12/02/22
Posts: 50
Last seen: 5 months, 19 days
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I want a life measured
in first steps on foreign soils
and deep breaths
in brand new seas
I want a life measured
in Welcome Signs,
each stamped
with a different name,
borders marked with metal and paint.
Show me the streets
that don’t know the music
of my meandering feet,
and I will play their song
upon them.
Perfume me please
in the smells of far away,
I will never wash my hair
if it promises to stay.
I want a life measured
in the places I haven’t gone,
short sleeps on long flights,
strange voices teaching me
new words to
describe the dawn.
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Solid Log
Hollywood
Registered: 03/01/22
Posts: 2,955
Loc: Seattle
Last seen: 37 seconds
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I moved in for the kill
On some ill chill
We chill ill yo
The will fold up on ducks
I struck the nerve to herd
Kids into pens to release with herbal blends
I recommend herbs
And Martial Dance Magic
First get the habit of combat
And self defense
Then you can dance
Keep up the steps
Rep the clique
Titan is thick roll the dice and quick
Spice up the twice spun lip sunk the ship
All holy in this hit I sold heat
Confidence
All erase the test
Yo I could flex and snap necks
The tape’s in the deck
I can handle it
No matter how hardcore MC spit
I mic up lit to strike and swipe it off thick
Type soft or hard technique
Each day of the week
I match the geeks and dweebs
Who want to murder
Bad seeds
Water brought the thought
Of caught expense on past tense
Man this rinse is it!
I get a trip off the soft movement slow within go the distance
To get lifted I skip trip and dip low like below the waist glow on foe
Matches control I got over soul
I hold onto Gold Platinum
And all the gat sat in my lap
Waiting for the command to kill
In the back of the head
Silence 9 mm drill
My Hashish supply never ran dry
I seen it in the eye after eating cry
Blood in the Sum of thug
From the rug I bug
I chug the brew
License to
Do the truest for of who torn screw in the lens bends
And I stone
To the bone I prone to fade out
With a blade out I made out
Like a bandit
Command it
That’s how the plan stick with the hands that grip at sands quick
Before it slips through the fingers
Hash eating beginners get their glares flared out
No doubt
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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock
Edited by Solid Log (08/27/23 10:16 PM)
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kazok4000
Stranger
Registered: 12/02/22
Posts: 50
Last seen: 5 months, 19 days
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There is no joy of earth that thrills
My bosom like the far-off hills!
Th' unchanging hills, that, shadowy,
Beckon our mutability
To follow and to gaze upon
Foundations of the dusk and dawn.
Meseems the very heavens are massed
Upon their shoulders, vague and vast
With all the skyey burden of
The winds and clouds and stars above.
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kazok4000
Stranger
Registered: 12/02/22
Posts: 50
Last seen: 5 months, 19 days
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How quiet is the morning in the hills!
The stealthy shadows of the summer clouds
Trail through the cañon, and the mountain stream
Sounds his sonorous music far below
In the deep-wooded wind-enchanted cove.
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Solid Log
Hollywood
Registered: 03/01/22
Posts: 2,955
Loc: Seattle
Last seen: 37 seconds
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All children should be raised Martial
With a Tai Chi education
And a station that trips
Shadow drips from the
Damn! That slow mix
Of the last cold crisp
Mics flow risk
The hype flow you missed
The ripe sewn with the twist
I exist because of my list
Of Martial accomplishments
I don’t wanna have to stomp a bitch
Go to Compton and switch
A bomb rips through the harm that sick
I cause alarm and pull it out quick
I twist glass
Got a rifle mask and icicle eyelash
I dash to crash a cash bill that’s ill
My sack’s filled
I always drill until I spill the wine
On time I mind in crime for diamond
Line on ice tryin’ to twice find in the spike
This mic I like I ripen it to hypin’ it
Spikin’ my life with shit I flight risk
To stalk I whisk broom this soon dissed you get
Sweat about the rep I slept
Kept up crept up with the lead duck
You straight messed up
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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock
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Solid Log
Hollywood
Registered: 03/01/22
Posts: 2,955
Loc: Seattle
Last seen: 37 seconds
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I made Fast Gold
Repoled on ice strolled
Psilocybin right out the mold
I Gold link clink on chain link
I don’t sip a drink
I just binge and hinge in the fridge
Recite the death brings
Things that swings I sings on tracks
Ring around raps
Thing that’s down pat
I sat with the gat
Like baseball bat I face called stat
Mic this
Up hype this swipe this off wipe this shit
Ice in the cold tint
With the Trees in the breeze making these fleas deceased
I beat the beast on the East Coast released the most
With cheese on the toast float this
Coat this it’s voted that I hit swing broke it with wing
I King of the thing yo
I made a fission bomb
Crews from Vietnam wonder where’s the bomb
Like mom in the strong arm with bomb word is heard
Flow this third up
Word up
We shoot the place up
Till it about face in the cut
Licensed for cuts in ice this a punk shut up
I run ducks out the truck to mold as stuck
An ice glut
Plus I twice with the Ganja strut
I on here like a slut
I bong beer
All hold solid gold to bold cheer
For fear you could hear the terror to beware of blur
And murder the curve
I seen it served so I verb
Like word up
Get your third up
And I’m the bird cut clip wings
I ice in this swing better than Mike Tyson
I’m the King 0f stinging mics and ringing
Roll dice then
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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock
Edited by Solid Log (08/29/23 08:27 PM)
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kazok4000
Stranger
Registered: 12/02/22
Posts: 50
Last seen: 5 months, 19 days
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I have desired to go
Where springs not fail,
To fields where flies no sharp and sided hail,
And a few lilies blow.
And I have asked to be
Where no storms come,
Where the green swell is in the havens dumb,
And out of the swing of the sea.
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