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Taru Marcellus Mar 2013
if self improvement* was ********
I would be ******* everywhere
dedicated to Fight Club
Taru Marcellus Feb 2013
an art gallery splattered with promiscuous color
a dotted canvas hangs on a sky of calm
next to a catscan -- modern art
just an image from my head
Taru Marcellus Feb 2013
flood  out
  can            pain  
      tears                 rainbows
sky's                              will
the                                       follow
Taru Marcellus Feb 2013
A point outside of time is hard to define
when was it born
when will it die
oh, nevermind
Something old and simple...really struggling with writer's block
Taru Marcellus Jan 2013
I caught myself head bobbing to ******
leaking red ink on vinyl
keep the track spinning
doing rounds of H-bomb clouds
all white got my head on tight
got my nose off right
check the center
if I could see it
muddled beats lead to reaps
Jack's a busy man
death a grave business
all trades
he deals diamonds for profits
sick the Hound
he's got no time for games
thrones be melted down
set the mold for a caravan
desert eagles circle corpses
warm body, not for long
heat brings in the winter
tore snow through his soul
****, I thought blacks ain't like cold
they nod to that **** you give it a hook though
caught up in the bait
cheap and shiny
rock their life away
as it drums in the ear
keep the bass bumpin
mama'll keep pumping the tears
gassed up with super diesel
you gotta peep the subliminal
laced up in the air
inecessant bumble of the bees
got a sting like no chaser
wait to explode, to exhale, to bust
oozie laid to rest
patient is revenge
but always with a righteous fist
BOOM!
Sorry this is completely uncharacteristic and has absolutely no structure. Unedited stream of conciousness to a Nas cd. Even "good" rap is about guns, ***, and drugs :( why?
Taru Marcellus Jan 2013
things just aren't the same as they used to be
memories faded like old faces of new-found love
kisses              
once blown to the wind
now tucked behind secret doors
mind hidden
dark addictions
lurking eyes prey on out
of                          
body  
heartbeats        
our laughter still echoes through my veins
linking us eternal
through time

forged in summer heat
hardened in winter cold
gifted flashbacks
reminiscent smiles
exchanged expressions of forever
I am constantly reminded
by the carvings on my flesh
the notches on my belt
of the days we spent in hibernation
entwined in limp-willed dreams

I will forever be forgetting you
Pulled this one from a trunk of oldies and decided to dust it off and share. One of my earliest works.
Taru Marcellus Jan 2013
stuff                with    
me           drawer
                 underwear      all
                                             your                          unmentionables
                 into                           your
Really wanted to play with spacing. Read left to right.
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