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Ya Krunk'd Floo's Dazzlingly Delicious Discursives...

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Ya Krunk'd Floo

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I'll be posting plenty of gibberish and profound thought within these walls. Sometimes the gibberish will be profound and the profound will be...yep, profound.

First a word or seven from my sponsors...

Life, being life, is good. Help others, not just yourselves. Tolerate fools, but disregard ignorance. Laughter breeds life, but rejections of brilliance suffocate the world. Don't put up with the daily mundane...

Now, how about that gibber? Ok, here you go:

Faith Flounder'd-Found

Oh, for faint! Oh, for flower!
Oh, for paradise in this somnolentless hour!
Twist'd turns, and moves abound...
Be still, my mind. Ship, halt! Aground!

Rocky reef and ribald runes,
Cause it's stasis, rigor mort, deplumed!
And in this hole of lewd react.
Stands the preacher, hand with tract.

"Is your life moral, ground?"
"Is your truth to be found?"
"No proof have I, yet none thee need!"
"In this light, I turn! I leave!"

And in his amble, stomp, lost hope,
Did three stones see and remark, with bloat:
"Be he who they frown and cast
Forever in journey, destination pent-cast?"

"May-June be, cometh then...
Follow his truth, we three men!"
And so united, with vain profound
Did they leave their mottled mound...

Upon the out-set of their belegured Proust,
Did nothing but clod-hump, half-in-doubt.
They could not feel or remember past,
That which happen'd, night but last.

So, in this end, the man who stroll'd,
Continued on, in desire of soul.
A lonely life, full of friends...
Around the corner, lying another bend.
 
More? If I must...

Up Until Now

So tripp'd truth, so ran a mile,
So sank teeth, so scar'd skin'd tiled.
Broken by error, forced to remain,
Pain ceased-ceased, memory been strain.

So flipp'd through, so sought sun,
So left home, so life begun.
Rivaled the King, revelled with style,
Ach'd in the morning, Sunday-Monday like bile.

So found reason, so reach'd higher,
So moved up, so reconcilled with Sire.
Passion'd with one, fought with another,
Twist'd mind blurt: "End all your ire!"

So still stung, so chilled COME!
So asked-demanded, so refusal granted.
Take my money, give me time,
Distilling my life, a quart at a time?

So strength sapped, so free bound,
So search'd escape, so not found!
Given all I can't, given all I can,
Leave me a minute, to hold in my hand.

So can't give, so can't say,
So can't grant me? So another way?
I still have my moments, I still have my mind,
I'd just prefer to be granted a little, little time.

Up until now, I've given.
Up until now, all we've been through.
Up until now, a minute before.
Up until now? We're through.
 
Blimey! I dont know if its the copious amounts of wine I've drunk but I really like these, I had a look at them earlier today and they've kind of stuck with me. In fact I was thinking about them in bed this afternoon...crazy name, crazy guy, Im enjoying Mr Floo.............
 
francesca said:
Blimey! I dont know if its the copious amounts of wine I've drunk but I really like these, I had a look at them earlier today and they've kind of stuck with me. In fact I was thinking about them in bed this afternoon...crazy name, crazy guy, Im enjoying Mr Floo.............
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Enjoy me, bayyybe...I'm all good.

And staying on the topic of enjoying me, here's my next piece...

Frolicked Clothed, Your Lost Robe

Your slithers that cover tither,
Are burning causeways down my nither,
You begin to flow like a river,
Will I drown to cease my shiver?

At the peak of my mounted summit,
Do all fours flee and downward plummet,
To the midst of your valley's strumpet,
Blown, all gone, my flower trumpet!

Spent my time and my money,
Must run and leave you now, my honey
As we came, saw and made the bunny,
Bump my thing with your funny.

Good times I've had and more to follow...
So, you want me to begin again tomorrow?
In all good time, you can savour,
The delicious nectar made from our labour.

Frolicked clothed, your lost robe
At the beat, my mind strobes
Time to make leave the sunlight after,
Go before the dark gets darker.

Walk, now quick, fast, now slow
This way-that, which way to go?
As I turn and tumble after,
My mind flicks and remembers laughter...

Frolicked clothed, your lost robe,
Frolicked clothed, your lost robe,
Frolicked clothed, your lost robe,
Frolicked clothed, your lost robe.
 
A new grunk-nickle...

Flicko Day

Cartoon-toon'd, ya flip'd for you!
Crump'd-up and while'd, two-woo-woo.
Mist in the middle, shot shit wide,
Fell over flavour, out with the ebb-tide.
Corner'd all four'd, sever'd the truth,
Shame on your legend, birth'd and youth.
In-out, shaven flayed and splayed,
Legs akimbo, oceanic rampage'd.
If krunk'd-up, ya floo! If doiled? Ya dun.
Terror on the street, mind not. Have fun!
Chick-chuck'd ya blade, but even more spawn?
Dagger'd knife dealt, all cards withdrawn.
 
Are these raps? They are great as rap lyrics.

I couldn't help but beat-box in my head as I read these.
 
sirmyk said:
Are these raps? They are great as rap lyrics.

I couldn't help but beat-box in my head as I read these.
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I guess yo could flow to 'Up Until Now' and 'Flicko Day', but I didn't give birth to them as raps...Still, real hip-hop is the true modern poetry.

MF Doom is all over the poetic-flow...

Walk the path of Jesus, witness if Hell frizzes
The mind teases reality, crack the pieces
Nothin' eases, bein' chastise with blood baptize
Guys revise, acknowledge past lives
Statements will be made, acknowledge me (knowledge me)
My mind is Heaven's gate so enter me (enter me)
My mind is the gate ta Hell so try ta flee (try ta flee)
Both gates look da same, which will it be? (which will it be?)
Demons screams from thought process
Enter seamen, Child born stress
Body want ta sleep but da mind can't rest
Measure, pleasure through fanatical progress
When it come ta currency, love is nonexistent
Foes magnified, Friends become so distance
Some hope ya die, back-stabbed in an instant
Foes I despise, discase as Allies
ta sabotage camouflage
Loyalty is lies
Ta see God, look inta my eyes
Ta see the Devil inya, look inta my eyes
as I rise from Hell's equator

The dude's got mad skills!

Mr. Frame...Be bad to yourself.
 
bobbyburns said:
Ya! that's some tasty shit, motherfucker.
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You dine fecally and then have the nerve to insinutate that I enjoy an Oedipal relationship with my mother who just so happens to live in a different country to I! How dare thee! Thou art a sparten dog!

Otherwise, wurd bruffa from another muffa...
 
Away on whispering Walrus...

Became of time and it was then that I of mighty force reached and prowered. In the truth of it, much as is was now, the life of my road before me stretched forth and across as all but the widest rainbow. Colours of light and shades so pale, it looked not unlike all that was once before the fall of this, then, thigh.

Across the padded river did I ever troll my logged legs, so heavy beneath the umber of all that was before. On shoulders, taught and toothed by others, was I alone in my reverie whilst all around I strode. Becoming what was hence never seen again, did I strike first like the shadow of a branch at the call of the moon. Time to sleep, to dream, to remember Shakespeare and the cause of the calamity. Did I follow such a road that was hidden by others? "Perhaps, yes, maybe", a wiser man than I would say, but answering it proved to be less evident.

Then, while time strolled, I found at once my legs were on the run! "Halt!", said I, in mocking encouragement, but alas their time was NOW and I merely straddled the rock and watched the moonlight shiver in the cold, dark sky as I waited for them to return with their friend, The Sun.

In morning time, of light and sun, became myself once more and then. With rested ways and lightness of foot, I rose like a flower in Spring's first bloom and greeted the day of yesterday's child. It was at once anew and all familiar, but like the passage of time through an hour-glass' sand, it began it's journey of progression...

My time, being forever bound to that which is not mine, expanded and stretched like the horizon before me. The final tail of the dog's elbow was there before me, whilst at the same time teasing forever behind me. Why to tease and taunt? Have I, in my travelled ways, never paid homage to thee? Of course, this would be inopportune to whine, but forever does it feel like a trick less cooked.

At the thought of my famishment, I regarded my wares and rewarded myself with the nectar of fleshy pears. An ample appetiser, but body - being strong - demanded greater sustenance for the trek ahead. With my eyes of sight and my ears of sound, I looked, heared and watched for food to be found. There, in the twinkle of my ear and the whisp of my eye, spotted I a flavoursome meal, to be boiled, roasted or broiled. It but was a rabbit before, but now, a hearty meal.
 
Stewart said:
Points off for tautology.
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Did I lose the points because I made a tautologic repitition? What I mean is -did my points get taken off because I redudently qualified a particular term? No, wait...This is what I mean - Quab-quab-ag-lag-luppy-loff-shnart?
 
Ya Krunk'd Floo said:
Did I lose the points because I made a tautologic repitition? What I mean is -did my points get taken off because I redudently qualified a particular term? No, wait...This is what I mean - Quab-quab-ag-lag-luppy-loff-shnart?
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When you learn to communicate in English I'll be able to answer that. :)
 
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