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  Dec 2014 Paul Cassano
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Spewed out, the Pain,  the Shock, the Awe
To hear things never Heard and see things never Saw
The overwhelming light, that falls within my sight
Colors Never seen, and the mystery of the Word
Its only been moments, but I feel so Free and light
As flesh has Fallen away to create this birth...

To think only 72 hours ago, cold and still, I were
In the Coroners Office on a Slab in the morgue
Embowled for the autopsy on a Routine report
The Car Ran the Stop Sign, doing near Ninety
the Glare of the Lights, The Last thing I could See
But its all over, the weight is gone and now I'm free.....JMF 12/11/2014
A Fatal twist of misdirection
Dedicated to My Fascination with Alfred Hitchcock

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Paul Cassano Dec 2014
Spittin' the realest **** for better or verse
Converse easily with everyone, but hardly letting it work
Misunderstandment, like a caged animal entrapment,
Guess I'm locked in this aged anomaly detachment.
If it ******* fits it works, in a battle o' wits
Work in progress.
Paul Cassano Dec 2014
Something controls this pen I fear,
Something that makes me write these things.
Somebody's voice I think I hear,
Something holding me back from fresh air,
The same feeling you get while on a swing.

Something like ever oppressing foliage, I don't know, something
harsher than the rings around my strained rib cage.
Thicker than the knot on my apron strings,
like the welt given to me from my engagement ring,
Stemming, never growing, although I seem to age.

Sometimes I feel like an caged animal; full of rage
Something is cornering me into a cage, it's like
Backstage I'm him, curtains up and I'm blowing my pressure gauge
Either way I'm an *******; doesn't matter if you turn the page,
the story doesn't change, that's my biggest fear; it's spiderlike.

I am myself, that's what I dislike.
Now I've got all this stress, I can add that too.
On the bottom of self-misconduct, I'm unsportsmanlike.
This game is a game, I'm starting to feel no better than Mike!
I need someone to speak to, to be wise to,
To dig into
Break into
Hell, bump into
Oh ****... deja vu
Out of the blue
and into you.
Inspired by Robert Frost's ABAAB rhyme pattern.
Any song can sound sweet,
if you tune your tone appropriately,
and add a lyric,
with a melody
and I have seen where there is a life,
there is a song
but some songs are not only a love song
that notion was a loop, intense, black and blue passionate song
was not romantic

She was a sad song
and I thought I would know how to make it better
like if I could be the only to love her again,
I believed that everything would fall into a melodious love song
but  I lost a few lines of lyrics
and there was bit melody missing that I couldn't find
and I saw too many scratches on the disc
I couldn't let myself be made no longer
trying to fix her entirety.
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@Musfiq us shaleheen
scratches on the disc
Paul Cassano Dec 2014
Most of the time
this website is boring and pretentious.
Paul Cassano Nov 2014
(First Verse)
The bugs cower to me and they collide with one another
the birds eat them up, you start to walk up to the counter,
I thought to myself, "Wow, wow, I've finally found her...",
We discovered each other, and of this feeling I'm ******* sure,
it's otherworldly
Like we criss-crossed and tied, our lives hover, gnarled
Ran across with a stride, brush aside any fright, fear and/or strife
Say hello to her, "What can I get fer ya?" - "I concur,
this for sure, isn't life. This is her, that's for sure, she must be my ******* wife."

Quite the relation - I'm not sure
I know that I hasten to, answer her question of,
"Can I get an application?" - uh
"You've got my attention what's, the variable here, for this equation!"
"PAUL!  Patience, you really need to calm your passion.
Answer this poor girl her question,
then you can think of this connection."


"Yeah, hold on."

"Yeah hold on? That was weak as **** my man.
Expand a little more next time; try and play another hand."


(Chorus)
You will get another chance, so no worries,
do not fret,
she will not misunderstand,
you can say the right words, no regret
even when you think you can't.
Rap track depicting the story of when I first met my love, working at an ice cream joint my parents owned over the summer.
It's a work in progress.
Paul Cassano Nov 2014
Accused of treason
the tree's in the livin room with my gifted lines under in
between em you'll find me slanderin
Standing panting, like him and you
"No way honey, I ******* can't believe you!
You take my money, trance leave me in a!
I mean, wait, I can't think, I'm in disbelief, uh
I thought you were unique,
pretty soon you'll be deceased, ****
Leave you underneath, all of this deceit
You've always been naive!
Completely defeated me!
I'm relieved I finally get to **** you!
Call the police, quietly so I don't hear
Your actions are unjustifiably ****** up, we're
slightly, wait vitally, stated before, 'were'.
But what for? ****! What has occurred,
I'd rather not talk about, instead I'll drown out
My pragmatic ways, and your magmatic blaze
I'm becoming asthmatic, running away from crack-addicts like you
Drew this out you did, breaking through I will
Shrewd ***** you are, construe this twisted handbill
Candles in my house are all out of wick
I'm out of wack like a mole off his mantle, the stress is thick
Fires in their places but out like a bic
I'll put you in yours, it'll be ******* sick!
Cough Cough Sheep are ticked because they're all outta salt lick
Lick these two hockey sticks, use "H" "E" in a conjuring trick,
Summon Satan 'fore someone slicks through the back door quick!
Straighten up! You've gotta fit through the chimney like Ol' Saint Nick!
****** *****, I should probably stop with the insults and ******* **** you
With a brick
Rap, to the beat in the song "Cold Wind Blows" by Eminem.
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