ΔS

Through the smoky vortices

True, thought there be more to see

Systems seeming orderly

But entropy, it borders me

Disorderly, my order reeks of fleur-de-lis fluidity

Not stoic, intrinsically, you got to seek lucidity

“Instability: A Basic Understanding

of an Addicted Lifers Guide to the Galaxy”

An Eventuality, you're bound to read

Altering, hourly, at first

then second by second

Palpably, powering a burst

When echo embedded

Ebb eating edifice

erasing epic edicts of emperess

Though pages fade like perceived permanence

You break this plague of deceived determinance

True sage display see sleek somnolence

As chaos flays keen clean cognizance

of causes and opposites,

statics, negatives, positives

Effects, abjects, adjectives, objects, appositives

Ephemeral electrons changing constant charges

of protean proton protoplasm

constantly crushing under chronoclasm

The only “meant to be”

is Entropy

Pollox

I weave webbed staffs of consonance

Cuando Cross blossom continents

And his thoughts fall like words

Birds, geese, swallows follow

His eminence

The intelligent, telling it with consonants geminant

Geminize, divide, allies assign, socket, set sight to gem in eyes.

Gem in it innately innovate and innervate with embellishment

Pollox frolics as bellicose Dalek summon compelling trolls

Doll legs drumming from hellish holes, don't bother selling those buzzers

now, you're stellar but even stars fall from the Uppers

Rolling on rubber, rudder of blubber and flubber

As I mollify, thinking I could see it all if I

turned common crimes to knotted ties

dotted eyes, crosswards tees

Slotted sitting cross from me

The wattage tottered odd'ly

Bottled lightning, throttling

As copper wires rattle, straddled pins of cotter clink

Twin charges burrow borrowed electrons

Errant knights and errored nights

My mind mired in mirrored flight

that pallid sallow willow wisp eerie light

Rolled like casters,

Shadows as immobile as moss

Filling trillions of thoughts

Troughs, crest falling, rolling tides

Valhalla coughed, rolling thunder cried

As the gem did shine, through his swollen shut third eye

Alexandria

To all the ships that sailed past

with undropped anchor and unfurled masts

I harbor no resentment,

Left out of listed ports of mention

to where you went and made your mooring

What's done is done, I think I’ll call it mourning

As the captain's cabin door swings

Era, shut but let us not forget more things

Alexandria began poring over sword swings

Tears pouring as ropes free from mast halves and half knots,

No warning from lighthouse, she has not

She sighed wary, sans library, I rarely

find solace in fine ferry, vicariously I bury

my mind's expanse in the starboard starburst

Harbor waters have far from garnered praise

Lateen sails acutely angled away in autumn haze

Common days were those when once I beamed at trireme

I seen as a gem, Iris sapphire-ish

Lighthouse never dim then, papyrus, enlightened and brightened

Yes, mind free to fly like an Ibis

as it flanks banks and gives thanks to aqueous kindness

Even through the glorious revolutions of steamworks

Artificial light teeming, true enlightenment meager

Once gleaming with teamwork, like canoptic vessels

images of Egypt's Golden Age resonate reverb

entrance optic trestles, from past to present

Waxing nostalgic, I, Alexandria, harbor no resentment

Oh, well

Born with the blessing

that when convalescing

Beauty springs eternal

From a well, well

Being put in this position

is similar to the disposition

of one put in a well.

To turn that hopeless hell

to suitable dwelling

to turn welling of tears,

with spelling and casting

aside failures, into rays that sear like lasers.

Truth, I am seer, and page

for my story is inglorious at best.

Vainglorious attempts

I attest at sleight of hand

I've drawn dental gloves, armed to the teeth

I've drawn into sketch the breath in my chest as I breeze

into being the windy wings of cold comfort...

Oh how I'd gladly exchange them for change

Which I could use to arrange

A trip to the strangest wood stage

Where my talent would range

Portrayed in a play

of Pyrrhic victories

set to Sisyphean symphonies

The imagery is sent to me

as gift like some telepathy

to lend to me the means of rendering

A recipe, for which most feel empathy

This tragedy or travesty

submerged under mastery

like so many icebergs

It's said that greatness comes from anguish,

laced with patients, but these hollow words

Hung with all the gravity of emperor's raiment.

Hung with lase sagacity for the containment of complacence

Oh that I could change the playlists,

with my make-shift basic fate-switch

Turn the pages to ancient courageous mages

Where words were most heavily weighted

On a pulley, I'd sail with elated joy

but my days are grazed with lake, pit

and ne'er shall I escape it

My face, it rains

Sorrowful, these artful depths

Brain's, Current, Powerful, my heartfelt left

Because, oh well, all I can do is write

Friendly Neighborhood Writer

This is what I piece together from a few lines that I freestyled. Sorta my first foray into joke rap/nerdcore and the last was off the dome but then heavily edited.

Just a young OutKast fan
Man with a cast out mentality
Never dressing fresh and clean
So it creates duality
if rap is about stylin' free
I'll silver spoon vitality
to cure me of this fallacy
Abjure me of my malady
At wit's end pitch tents, valiantly
Proportionate to salary
You got a rogues' gallery that's cowardly
I spit sinister six team sixteens bihourly to challenge me
Knockin off the octobots that Doctor Otto thought could rock
but now Octopus is octagon so now they call him Dr. Stop
Got Electro poppin' shockin' tops
Mysterio is lost and gone
Off ganja that I bought from mons
near da beach that I bought from a Rasta impostor
Cool Patois like soft serve
Feelin' me here, Chameleon there
Weaving webs that turn Marko into Indian hair
The heat of the beat, the dope flow period piece
Menstrual minstrel, going ham per gram of anagram
Rhino or O' Hirn, I'll tank that asp to Pakistan
If you check my battle stance, I'm spider in some salmon pants
Spread I jedi, fight Venom, spar Ed, I despair til I spared it
I am Spider-Man and that is how I snared imps

(Lo, L)ittle Knight

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Grey knight, bashful crasher of the castle

Play like vassal, no savior of damsels

Daylight, he tries to bash holes in grey cast hulls

and catches keratin tassels like lassos

Difficulty to hit like an armor class of '93 til Infinity

The harder path than shining, admittedly

The art of math divining the stupidity

of turret diving, unless playing jester

Straddling lane lines between confidence and dying

Blatant siege just ain't his stease,

to win a game he aims to beat

He must play the ADC so patiently

knowing when to feint, flank, tank, gank or flee.

On justice's field, he may feel Mayfield,

Pushin' but it's common Courtesy not to feed

a few awkward advances might ruin all chances

With +2 enhancement sarcasm enchantment,

that meant he might bust through

Wields a flatpen to lower resistance to damage

Instituting his warcraft

with Pro toss bandage raps

Cursed touch, my treasure tantrums

Dis' pair of tech hits the anthem

With practical methods to tackle the nexus

Such as humour, hugs, and friendship.

La canción de San Martin

I am possessed with an oneiric landscape,
that social contract's fulfillment landscape,
that 95 theses regal vision.
Through ballots, legal diction
and ballads but never bullets

I am the owner and proprietor of my own mode of piety
that egalitarian is what we try to be,
that we see with lucidity
the content of character sheets
prior to post-racial modifiers
and Thucydides realism
is supplanted not with stupidity
or turning a swollen wide, shut eye
to injustice if it doesn't pertain to just us

I have prophecy on how it ought to be
where brothers ain't killing each other and time
but building up one another with rhymes,
where the Calvin Candie-ass realize
Showtime at the Apollo delayed
is the gold-light of Apollo denied

Gifted by air,
I, Hermes with words breathe
under 2,000,000 soles
Angel phalanx from Great Lakes
to Plain States to Yellowstone
to five little girls girls, four who died
and the one who lost her peace of mind
to coffee shops and country clubs
that no longer house those that split pieces of the pie
United crips and bloods
Hacidic Semitics
Reformation's adherents
those who call papal staple
and those to Muhammad stay faithful
“Liberated at last,
not separated under divine lighting,
thanking the bearer of Lightning,
we are liberated at last”