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Taru Marcellus Oct 2013
Beware if you don't want to get checked
I am a knightmare
A pawn when you step
My bishops are a big scare
Bishops are unsaintly
Slaying enemies daily
They sacrifice themselves for a higher cause
I'm playing out this game even though I get no applause

You're a novice when you play
I'm Sun Tzu at his best
That means my strategy can withstand the test
can subdue your mind
and in time you'll find
My thinking's not black or white
It's ornery
Never tip my king
Even if you corner me

The rooke is my home,
defense from those who prey on me
My queen is always loyal
Til the end she stays with me
Til the end she lays with me
My mate til mate
Your hand's reaching for the clock
but it's far too late

And so to end this rhyme let me slow the pace
And drop a heavy message in this empty space
Chess club is coming soon
You can learn to play
Room 285
Monday through Thursday

9th period!
this is my promo rap for the chess club I'm trying to start
Taru Marcellus Jul 2013
bullets that speak truth
when their podium is a cave wall
Interpretations are welcomed and appreciated
Taru Marcellus Jul 2013
empathy for others
when the sole is always painted red
Interpretations are welcomed and appreciated
Taru Marcellus May 2013
behind what digit does greatness hide
for surely it is seen in mass
though mark it bold if self-proclaimed
a self-called victory is oft for last

and on what pedestal is greatness praised
enshrined and head bestowed with gold
or is it meek and humbly bred
unrecognized beneath the fold

in the sea's unwavering crash
in the sky's expanse unspared
in the ant's resilient march
all things great when uncompared

and can it be that we are great
perhaps in just one other's eyes
I know that I am full of it
why do you hide in plain disguise
Dedicated to Robert Guerrero. Based on an observed thread.
Taru Marcellus May 2013
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    ­             /     \                   u                 /       \                
              /         \                 s                /           \            
                /              \             t             self righteous          
                       /                   \           i                    scale                            
          the world is too          c                                              
   heavy for                e'                                  
s
In other words the world isn't fair
Taru Marcellus Mar 2013
people weren't made for restrictions
restrictions
                                        were
made                          
for          
                                                                 people
defy society (within reason)
Taru Marcellus Mar 2013
I wanna punch a hole in a hole
make the blackest black
crawl inside
   and sleep

this
     is not insomnia
        this is lust
   twisted into the most frustrating knot
             and dawned with the ugliest bow

lying in bed
I swear I can hear the ceiling crack
it is mocking me
   incessant cackling
        I wanna tear this ******* room apart
crumple walls and bury them beneath buckling kness

I cannot stay still
it's like I've been touched
   and left to dry
aroused
   then left to die

        this is no way to end

my bones are starving hyenas
the bed, a watering hole
there is a slumbering carcass next to me
its flies
   buzz tidings of sheep-filled fields
     ~utopias of sleep~

but I
   am surrounded by night
no stars               no sheep               no sleep
only silence
   but not dark enough
this hole is not dark enough

someone punch a hole in me
I need to get some sleep
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