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Luke R E Webster Aug 2012
A lyrically challenged man
Easily falls from grace
His irritable ******* up face
Sets him back into his place.

One two and three
When the beat goes to four
Writes but doesn't speak
The synapses being sore.
Types but doesn't see
Obvious blatant cure.

This thing you do
You will see
Is no dried out chore
No academic,
Epidemic
Seething
Breeding
Horde.
If you look
A little closer
You might even see
The delights and wonders
That words create
For each
And you
And me!

But hold on
Never mind
All your love is gone
Through learned men
And lesser men
You have lost your lord
Without a love
For these words
You can now forget
to ever be stood
In front of a crowd
Without the stutter being stirred.


The man teaches us a singular thing

Write and don't believe
You'll be stutter ridden
Write for what you seek
Then you'll be forgiven

A lyrically challenged man
Forgot his own way
It never went to plan
His rhymes in decay.
I have written this and scrapped this a lot. This is all I've managed to produce. Thanks for reading :)
Luke R E Webster Aug 2012
This is a pen to paper
Freestyle
Excuse me but I haven't done this
In a while.
The transfer of rhymes to paper from the brain
These things I say are done my own way.

A lyrically challenged man
Easily falls from grace
His beat to the beep to the bam
Goes slow at his own challenged pace.

Tearing apart rhymes
Into a gory mess
Analysing the times
Academic detest.
Gonna slow this down
As its getting easy to lounge
Gonna full stop
Before eloquentcy is lost.
Luke R E Webster Aug 2012
The water drowns the sky
Obscuring it's face
It's stagnant over time
God clad in lace.

These sentences I'm structuring
Are designed to make you weep
These brain cells that I'm rupturing
Causing anti peace leak.

I compose these rhyming insults
Backwards and inside out
Loathe the Newly found results
That are tested about me around town.
I'm regularly ready to rip off the head
Of the hydra that has spent
The last of it's heads
By sticking out it's neck
Hanging it over the guillotine
To stir in all the gelatine
with the sugar to sweeten up the mix
The lay people on the street are starting to see the fix
The fix we call life
With the knives,
And the scythes,
And the cries,
And the ties,
And the strife,
And to buy,
And to cry,
And to lie,
And to spy





Then to die.
Luke R E Webster Aug 2012
"Farty Face"
"Burpy ***"
Will never waste
an ounce of love.

Hot snot
and bogey pie
his children are
the apple of his eye.

There's a hole in my bucket
Dear Liza
All that have met
come off much the wiser

Chicken Curry
****** Up
Minced Meat and mash
Come on better hurry
gotta speed up
We don't need lots of cash
to enjoy this michelin starred grub.
I'm also my Dad's son, I mentioned that, right?
Luke R E Webster Aug 2012
A figure of eight,
wonders through her mind,
accepts that through this spate
children are for all time.

a mum, a chef
a carer of children too
with love intense
brings light to all that do.

"Family before Friends"
This is the mantra
that she lives to.
Always makes amends
to the family
she has knew.

Her Husband, Her Sons,
Her Daughters, Her Love
All of this is summed up
in the quality of her stew.
A light hearted one about my mummy, 'Cause I Am a mummy's boy :P
Luke R E Webster Aug 2012
Head pain and ugly,
World movement too,
The insatiable slug thee,
Manifests between two.

Lounge lay and eat,
The extent of the life,
Scrounge play and bleat,
You're not the only one,
So revel in this life,
A resplendent underclass,
Make bankers and beauracrats,
Pay it through the
Glass ?

Is one proud of this half life one lives ?
Radiation dwindling in 30 to 10,
To be in rain with freedom to squat,
Looking in strangers for compassion,
When all you deserve,
Is a sound good lashing.

Hide away from your responsibility,
No entry on response,
Forgotten all ability,
Ability all lost,
Based on  acidity.

Face all edited,
The preservation of youth did not preserve your face,
The resignation of you,
Did not delay fate
Luke R E Webster Aug 2012
Twenty one again,
Rapidly running out of time,
I'll start again and then,
New beginnings will be mine.

Possibility shall be endless,
Youth and potential would engulf us,
The warm red soul would pump,
Through our veins,
Making our ideas lie to be believed.

Oh how I wish I could taste it again,
The love and freedom that made enemies our friends,
The purity and solace and made new things amend.

But such is the wish of a rich man,
A man rich with poverty,
Such is the one of a people,
One that's lost to me.
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