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The Zen Mastah
12-14-2008, 02:43 AM
yo guys something i wrote last night....called 'PROVERB'
feel free to leave your opinions/rating.




You can't denounce my phenomenon
you'll just, ad hominem
subtract soul, and multiply by stupidity
then raise to the power of your idiocy
and if you plot the derivative agiasnt your successes
you'll see theres line of shit that progresses
out of your mouth approaching negative infinity
Inevitably bowing to my divinity
or else running for its life from my vicinity
go hide, you know your fungal not no lyrist
cuz in the jungle its survival of the fittest.



In todays jungle theres so many running contenders
but i kill these foolish offenders,
cuz it is to the mind that is still,
that the whole universe surrenders.
I simply sit and wait- no need to find
so many cats confined by their blind-ness
but yo,Be master of mind rather
than mastered by the mind.
They claw and claw, grasping for life,
no need tho, cuz the tongue is sharp like a knife-
yo it kills and does not draw blood,
so really theres no need to go fowrd from the mud.
yo so just ride your horse along the edge of a sword;
hide yourself in the middle of flame.
and rise above of the game,
and destroy the theory,
and wave a teary goodbye, to your previous way
fuck it, cuz theres-
No yesterday,
no tomorrow,
and no today.

Your reign on top, falls in vein,
cuz, The only Zen you find on the top of a mountain
is the Zen you bring up there.
and You can't empty a cup, because its full of air,
but u can relise this,
And fall into the abyss,
and open your eyes, and chose to exist.
Step out onto the Planet
Draw a circle a hundred feet round into the granit,
Inside the circle are,
360 things nobody understands, its bizzare
things mabye no ones ever seen,
how many can you screen between,
your two eyes,
and devise something wise,
to advise to the man standing next to you
asking why you have drawn a circle through his crew,
maybe thats your cue,
To find the one you must talk to,
a man who has forgotten words,
who has escaped the herds, by staying on the ground,
who has Knocked on the sky and listened to the sound.
and is now renowned, with the gene of a separate phylum,
patient number 16 of a mental asylum, so afar.
and If you cannot find the truth right where you are,
where else do you expect to find it?
just submit, that you've been hit,
by the zen mastah's wit.
children please be sit.

J.T.S.
12-15-2008, 10:16 AM
upon reading this it hit me as poetry, pretty decent that's my rating.