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    Dante'

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    Artistic 2012

    Post by Dante' on Fri Apr 15, 2011 8:10 am


    Artistic 2012
    by *ArctariusV

    Well, it's me again
    Arctarius will always be here until the end
    I'm all good in this world of rage and anger
    Ignorance, unintelligence, narrow-minded people in danger
    From the artist centre of which is all colorful
    Words that makes sense with rhyming attitude which is very beautiful
    My words that state the same way I said it
    I type it or write it doesn't even matter I still contemplate it
    Whether I know what the hell I'm stating, meaning, and putting in fate
    My words that appeal to the natural disorder world that favors to wait
    Instead they cry against the wall when they don't achieve a call
    Complain about, write about, and it becomes so dull
    Why can't people write and talk about anything rather than typical angst thoughts
    I know it's a release from the world but making it primal to your state of artistic sought
    It's uncreative unimaginable unoriginal it's a tiresome bore from what you're capable
    And yes I mean it, for I'm always totally immensely indescribable
    My poems that rhyme in mysterious intervolves
    Pattern after pattern, each word describes my soul
    For the power in me; I feel it like a rush
    I see through my mind when my poetry is a must

    So this is post-apocalyptic madness
    I'm still here as the Arc-V man, and I'm still ignoring sadness
    And this is post-apocalyptic well never seem to past
    Explaining the world is going to end so they can get pocket cash

    Well I'm rising against this
    As a poet of truth and just I never fail I continuously assist
    The broken, fallen, people who are now labeled Emos
    I see artistic potentially in each and everyone of all zeros
    I'm a hero in my mind, my fields that I embrace
    My mind is set to place this world I can not relate
    It's all crazy with rappers of all the purification of what we really respected
    Has gone away into the blankness abyss, my instruction is this which had been rejected
    It's state here; All the artist in the world are one and everyone of them all has a story
    No, not just a story, but more of a tale of happy, sad or worry
    And I don't see this, I do not comprehend this rehash of story telling has gone awry
    Including the themes of popular figures that come and die
    And I don't believe it, I want to see something more original
    Than just a bunch of vampires and werewolves who think they're cool with strong durability
    There's a hundred-thousand screaming fans who love to see some more
    But at the moment they're preoccupied with stuff from videos and mystical lores
    What I really want to see is more poetry that involves around everyday status
    Our smiles, laughs, and cheers can be heard up through the stratus

    So this is post-apocalyptic madness
    I'm still here as the Arc-V man, and I'm still ignoring sadness
    And this is post-apocalyptic well never seem to past
    Explaining the world is going to end so they can get some pocket cash

    Life's an eternal evil that perpetuates without discipline
    And knowledge is nothing if you have no sociability win
    It's all dim, but you just have to put your head through it
    It isn't all that easy but we can survive by just taking a sit
    Thinking a bit, of what you really are and what you really want to do
    I know as a fact those people from the Ghetto they think they're so cool they never get a clue
    That they're really from the meadow and they're afraid to admit this fact
    For social cliques nowadays require the demand of intellectual lack
    And they enforce all through all the media encyclopedia text
    But where are the artist in this mess that is complex
    They would be hiding underneath the fallen ruins of sex and drugs
    So they allow them to have the drugs so they can be the bugs
    That siphons the life of people;
    Maybe it's time for us to erect another steeple
    That can show our past
    Our fathers of the yesteryear went by too fast
    Or maybe it's the fact that history's last
    On everyone's agenda cause it's all to vast
    And ignoring the ingenuity of literature for it's way to mass
    And mathematics is another conspicuous class
    That always achieves to be ignored
    So I insert the codes for another movement
    We need another chance; Americans can handle it
    We don't need another unjust law
    Just let the music rise and let our ignorance fall

    Because this is post-apocalyptic madness
    I'm still here as the Arc-V man, and I'm still ignoring sadness
    And I'm sure you can too, and ignore the sham 2012 plan
    We just need to get it together because we are man.

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