Let's see, what's the first thing that comes to mind? That will be the topic I am assigned. I'm writing to become a mastermind. Becoming a master of words and rhyme. Refining my syllabic structure. Creating a syllable culture. Word constructed sculpture. Watch it come alive with color. Dark and bright alike. Its lifelike, from the page into wildlife. Wild like a shooting star in the twilight. But warm like a child playing in sunlight. Its contrary, always changing. Together a strange arrangement. So hard to find a replacement. Too late, its spreading, a contagion.
I can picture advertisement becoming more excessive. Seems like these marketer’s ideas are getting more aggressive. The entire scope of their reach is shockingly impressive. This brute force advertising is disturbingly regressive. The industry has quickly lost its subtlety. Chewing their message so long its now rubbery. It has lost all of its flavor utterly. This form is losing its art suddenly. To us consumers this is troubling. Now they’re putting logos on once blank jerseys 11. Explain to me what purpose is this serving. Just means less money for those who are working. “Buy now and buy early”. Their messages are getting less wordy.
Rules were made to be broken. Even those that are not spoken. Once the possibilities are open, a creative decision can be chosen. One not previously noticed. Unseen until focused. Hidden behind emotion. Lost in the brain's commotion. Until it got a promotion. Now it's becoming potent. Written by a poet.
Once again it is time for the daily. Lyrics flowering into a daisy. Pick one off and give it to your baby. The flow is like a present. Give it to a frail peasant. The outcome will be pleasant. They’ll thank you for the blessing. Run off to show their parents. Nothing like the feeling we get from giving. Just lost something but still feels like you’re winning. Like losing weight but now that new shirt fitting. If you can’t make yourself happy, then make someone else. You will feel much better, like you’re loosening your belt.
Nothing like a little writing to help build excitement. Highly pressurized like a fire hydrant. I’m the fireman with this rhyming. Changing the climate with this lyrical lightning. Don’t be frightened, unless you’re a suspect. Get crushed like an intruding insect. Get roughed up like a room that is unkept. Then spread videos of it on the internet. I’m exercising this wordplay. Using these bars for chin-ups in the doorway. Be on guard, these lines are swordplay. Not the kind that you find on Broadway. The kind you find written between lines. Interpreted like looking at a hand sign. These are my instructions, I’m giving you a guideline.
I like the use of punch lines. Write them down, give them out, like police fines. Freshen it up, stops the flow frome being stale. I stay light like a fingernail on a scale. I can go back and forth, a dog wagging it's tail. Holding the rap game up, I'm the handrail. You know that's accurate. They're better than me, now you know that's backwards. They couldn't see me with a zoomed in camera lens. They stay dirty on an 12 week water cleanse. Maybe they need to get a ghost writer. They so wack I told them I'm not for hire. They just hot heads sitting under a dryer. I hope these lyrics will help them aim higher. They just drive on the ground, I'm the airplane tire. I told them toss my flyer, don't even think to inquire. Couldn't write a rhyme if they life depended on it. I'm the poet watching them drown and creating a sonnet. Not worthy of a response like a liked comment.
What is it that you are hiding from? Basking in the shade instead of the shining sun. From our past we cannot run. Any secrets kept should be undone. What's stopping you from being fully realized? Walking around in public disguised. When you are noticed you get surprised. 5 seconds is too long to look in the their eyes. Impostor syndrome has you paralyzed. Losing all sense of who you are. Outside your body watching from a far. In this state it's unsafe to drive a car. Snap loudly like the strings on a guitar. The star everyone's watching on the radar. Flaming out fast, the ash from a cigar.
Meditate to smooth out the knots. Find a place in the space between your thoughts. As thoughts arise watch them pass by. Don’t judge, or ask why. Let them go, just observe. Don’t fall asleep, stay alert. Give your mind what it deserves. A break. Some time to unwind. Create an opportunity to look inside. Forgot all deadlines. Time is just another thought. Not an obstacle or a blind spot. There are no constraints. Let me explain. Your brain, without a plane, can take you to Spain. You get to choose your domain. With power over your brain, anything you can attain.
I’m sure we all enjoy music. Those who don’t watch TV listen to it. Artists create units to move, each one creating an illusion. Well, most of the time. Tough guy that only exists in the rhyme. Parties that only happen between bars. Compared to the song sometimes reality’s far. Artists not writing, just performing the song. When discovered, the betrayal to the listener is strong. Thinking artists be living real life through their lyrics, when really they just trying to convince the world that they’re different. Like a shy person who is trying to change their appearance. People want the real you, some just don’t get it. They at the nearest store, looking for a style on clearance
I admit I don’t know much about the law. Parts of it I really don’t know at all. They make it confusing on purpose. The creation of them is a circus. Only a handful created in earnest. The lawmakers create them as a self-service. Thinking of laws that benefit themselves. Passing the ones that will increase their wealth. If the public took advantage they’d be falling out. Laws created that we don’t even know about. Going behind our backs to get a leg up. I didn't agree to a boost, that's messed up. Getting what they want by force. Then afterwards having no remorse.
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