Wk.8 R.H.Y.M.E 2010|5.ARMZ (3-3-0) +2 VS. 6.SacriFICE (3-3-0){VOTE}

[IN{o}VADER]

First to 5 votes or, most votes at the deadline wins

10 line Min
64 line Max
Vote on at least 3 battles each round, every vote under three that you fail to provide to the Voting Links Thread will be a vote subtracted from your score this week, AND add to your opponents the next. No more fuckin aroun' basically. This league only works if YOU PARTICIPATE FULLY.
A win is worth 2 points, a loss is -1 point, a no-show is -2 points.

Verses due
Tuesday, June 8th
5:59 pm Western / 8:59 pm Eastern / *1:59 am UK.

Voting Ends
Friday, June 11th
5:59 pm Western / 8:59 pm Eastern / *1:59 am UK.
(*UK due of course at 1:59 AM june 12)

IF YOU NO SHOW, YOU'LL HAVE TO VOTE ON 3 BATTLES OR YOU ARE BARRED FROM SIGN INS FOR 1 WEEK. ALSO, IF YOU MANAGE TO VOTE ON EVERY BATTLE, YOUR NO-SHOW WILL COUNT AS A LOSS AND YOU'LL ONLY LOSE 1 POINT.

Go grab a Topic, just not one you posted.

[ARMZ]

I wish I could do it all over again...

This is dedicated to the things i remember
Wishing it was fall in the summer and spring in December
Back then it was simple, i'm done frontin
Our video games had joysticks with one button
There was Joust, Shinobi and Golden axe
Create a player in NBA Live an be postin' Shaq
Those days Will Smith had to be fresh
cuz if he wasn't then there was just Jazzy Jeff
I remember when Ducktales was the dopest ish
But nowadays Launchpad is what my notebook is
GI Joes and them cats they called Thunder
then it was Family Matters, Alf and Small Wonder
Drinkin' Yoohoo's, Kool-Aid an Teeni Drinks
A whole box of them would be gone in a easy blink
The days of Indian sunburns, thumb wars an tic-tac-toe
Before everyone and their grandmother could spit rap flows
Way before a nightmare would cloak your dreams
i was checking the coin return in the coke machines
Before teenagers wore glasses an had braces
there were Suede pumas an we rocked 'em with fat laces
When PC's weren't even invented
i mean computers and political corrections
we kicked cans before that hacky sack shit
rockin' bowl cuts an jean jackets with patches
I remember Dusty Rhodes dotted spandex suit
20 years later he's still wearing that spandex suit
When the best players in the league carried crowns
The Bad Boys pistons were way better than Larry Brown's
I remember when dunking was a new thing
when it was Jordan past Oakley and Starks crushing on Ewing
Before life was about the glitz and glamor
I was die hard with my pogs an limited edition slammer!
Back when the music store was where i bought my tunes
Now it's just Rhapsody or digital downloads on iTunes
Used to hoop it up against the blacktop chumps
Rockin' Converse Weapons, Nike dunks or Reebok pumps
We used to rank the hottest chicks in high school
Then write notes to the cute one sitting behind you
Remember the first paycheck from the first job
The first time i got fired the first time i got robbed
Used to be ballin'...that was before the recession
now people ballin, they're crying up a storm of depression
The more recent the worse
seems like people are more frequently cursed
All down hill then you're deceased in a hearse
So for now i live day to day with dreams of rebirth.

Oh Ms.Nostalgia i called ya, but i had to leave a message
to ask the question,
"Why's the past so pleasant when the present is in wreckage?"

[SacriFICE]

Not Literature, or, Epiphany on a Sunday Evening



Subjectivity: one step in the stream of demons and curses,
dreaming of urgent needs to be heard by these greedy serpents.
Or dreaming of her in her perfect condition. Inversely conscripted
to turn me from vicious to a learner of wisdom.
But the principle is simple for the leman’s estrangement;
A phase that'll fade into grayness the longer we stay "in."
Walking akrasia: so often a weight on the shoulder of all.
And the pain of the soldier evolves as his bravery wanes,
while the game is the same as it causes the changes and stains
in the cloth of reality. So often we proudly speak of our losses
and boundaries like the cost was a mouth to feed, but the awkward
surrounding scenes of exhausted and doubtful sheep, like some
zombies or cows to be… Led to the slaughter, stretchers and coffins
or coffers with treasures for excellent talkers… Offers for better,
but never taught that the better is not only connected to profits.
Neglecting the health of the soul for the wealth, and what
before they lost it all, they felt was control.
So we lose our minds in the end, helpless and old with
pain consuming the body like there was never a shell for the ghost
in the first place; we fell from the blows of the fist of possession.
Gripped within rigid prescription to some fix it profession
or assistance or service to some idiot peasant.
This is not judgment or criticism to an individual though:
We all deserve blame and responsibility for this miserable show
we call living. I call living a goal to get rid of the grip at the throat...
On the horizon, something ephemeral hovers exposed.
Below, a couple of people discuss it, because it is known that,
as long as this life is nothing but time passed, we might as well
eat like the beasts that we seem to be. But what of the soul?
Divided into Mind, Spirit and Reason. Balancing checks;
like the Planet as it adheres to the Seasons; in transition
we break our daily bread together as salaries stretch
just enough to keep death and fear out of connection.
Well, we used to believe in a God from the clouds.
But now the facade has run out... and
I'm sick and tired of the meaningless past;
realities that children were indoctrinated to believe as if Facts.
But outside of the mind, your material existence
persists because you missed the train to the other side.
And the tracks that you set your hammer to are breaking.
And this fascination with aging is really the cause of our hatred.
There's not enough applause, or not enough to applaud.
I used to call the moron out and get punched in the jaw.
But even though the times have changed, and lives are strange,
why complain?
It only takes one read through to realize that the Mind's insane.
Who's mind? Any mind that claims... anything true.

Anything described, explained...
All one asks is set your Mind to change

and think.

[ARMZ]

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