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Von Glass Studios Presents:

Posted by Erik Moshe on Saturday, September 24, 2016, In : Rhymed Verses 
Ladies and gentlemen
You are about to hear a true story…
My name’s Baron Von Glass
and it’s better if I keep things fairly compact.

I’m a film director from the mouse kingdom…
Kingdom being an overstatement
Most of us live under the floorboards, our little snouts wrinkling
To get a taste of that bitter kitchen cheese...
washed down by stout drinking to get rid of inconsistencies
Deliver me. From mediocre productions put out by the industry…
we’re a young venture, admittedly. B...

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Goebbels Budget Brain

Posted by Erik Moshe on Saturday, September 24, 2016, In : Rhymed Verses 
I call on you to fight for your city. Fight with everything you have got, for the sake of your wives and your children, your mothers and your parents. Your arms are defending everything we have ever held dear, and all the generations that will come after us. Be proud and courageous! Be inventive and cunning!
-Dr. Goebbels

The Goebbels Budget Brain is an affordable replica of Joseph’s
Nazi Germany’s Minister of Propaganda, remember all the posters?
Manufactured with care by the Third Reich...
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Love in the Desert

Posted by Erik Moshe on Tuesday, April 28, 2015, In : Rhymed Verses 
So what if god's complex? Especially when god has a god complex
We the created who've received this stasis and state of affairs
Sit here, occupy space, man prayer grounds & take in the air
Rain isn't rare - storm surges are manifestations; music of rebirth
Newtonian laws suggest togetherness, and water is a connoisseur of teamwork
Matter of factly, we know nothing, but at least we observe
Supernovas in the ocean of the nearly absurd
On the brink of massive catastrophe, living suburban, as s...

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The Rooster of Dusseldorf

Posted by Erik Moshe on Monday, March 2, 2015, In : Rhymed Verses 
A quiet boy at home in his shantytown, his face painted with a harrowing frown
The silence voided - guard down - when parents weren't around
Afternoon of barren burgundy clouds.
Geoff the Butcher tossed out the bad meat of the day,
alerting the dispersion of hounds, street dogs. German and proud.
The silent boy had an aversion to working. Hibernated in his church of a house.
Lips sealed, like someone had been abusing him - turning him out
"The ones you've always got to be worried about..."
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Nectar and the Tonality of Sex

Posted by Erik Moshe on Sunday, February 15, 2015, In : Rhymed Verses 
There's a river in France called Touch...
I'd hoped to have seen you there with your hands spread
Memories of you & I skipping town, dodging clotheslines with the pant legs
Your hair kept like rose vines with the strands red
The nights we'd toast wine but demand less
Life was so fine. Our souls scribed in the grand nest.
Water on the coastlines where the land met
The cold, vibrant, entranced depths
We sat on park benches like old timers - I glanced left
You were the jewel of my eye, a gold m...
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Love Water on Tough Stuff Beach

Posted by Erik Moshe on Sunday, February 15, 2015, In : Rhymed Verses 
The liquor dissolves, a pool on her lips
A licorice drawl succubus kiss
The innocent mauled, obtusely ripped
by an intimate wall - a stewardess Styx
The sinister drawdowns of a beautiful bitch...

The love boat ordinarily cruises at low tide
A manageable pace for cuttlefish Cupids to coast by
Waves combust. Distasteful lust dislodges their bodies
and sinks an ocean-licked vessel, topples it, oddly enough
If it's a tsunami, they're fucked.
It's optimum, paltry, a subconscious bombarded with gu...
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The Caribou, Wolf, and Man

Posted by Erik Moshe on Sunday, February 1, 2015, In : Rhymed Verses 

The attack from the wolf sent the other animals into a chaotic spin
Advancing aggressively, it showed the herd of caribou uncommon strength
It clamored incessantly after the youngest and weakest - followed them, grim
One in particular gave it a good chase, but soon his jaws locked onto its limbs
The wolf grinned widely—dinner was served, and for hardly a fetch
Indifferent that its guardians wept, it sensed the sweet taste, the rawness of flesh
Better than vennison? It was harmony. Yes!
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The Experiences of Gustav

Posted by Erik Moshe on Sunday, February 1, 2015, In : Rhymed Verses 
He surveyed the subcultures of the dark in the open, vast floating drafts
Avoiding the train tracks - they ain't safe paths - just omens of the broken past
He made headway on a dead day through segues of old ocean paths
through canyons where bandits used to tote their cloaks & boast of hope at last
He owned a mask, and a winter coat to guard him from the cold, frosty villages
Singing songs of Gilgamesh to help him endure this hostile wilderness
Wanderers still exist - misnomer to an impromptu...
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A Space Vacation

Posted by Erik Moshe on Monday, January 26, 2015, In : Rhymed Verses 

Planet excursion, I'll be damned if I'm nervous
Lowering our hovercraft over the dark blue atmosphere, planning submersion
last year the pundits asked if the Hamptons were worth it
We had nothing to show for it but hotel bills & deeds from lands we had purchased
My wife and I were traveling biologists, seeking aliens lurking
Originally we came for scientific experiments; romance had reversed it
as we slow danced on the surface of the ship's pleasure deck
It was tantric inertia -
You wouldn't...
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The Forever Mill

Posted by Erik Moshe on Tuesday, January 20, 2015, In : Rhymed Verses 

The 24 hour fitness center was as unoccupied as it gets
Doors shut, windows boarded, the wind damaged sign was a mess
The gym was empty, save for a lone woman inside it
Looked like the world took crazy pills - doctors couldn't prescribe it
Fallout had civilization sprawled out
without this place, I highly doubt that she would've survived it
A facility defunct if not for its partly operable base
With a handful of generators and recycling systems locked into place
An ex-marathon runner, Susan u...
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A Tale Of Samarkand

Posted by Erik Moshe on Sunday, November 16, 2014, In : Rhymed Verses 

"It's so dark, where am I?" came her words of distress
Miriam wasn't supposed to be blind
It was a weather stricken condition she'd learned to detest
The gods of the Kyzyl Kum desert were to blame for it
going out into oblivion to escape invading hordes was dangerous
The hottest day of the year took her vision & strangled it
Heat exhaustion caused a stroke, even fleas were coughing, comatose
when she whispered pleas, walls erected -
the green Earth shut its contents... armaments of darkness fl...
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Rotten Wilers That We Are, We Mark Our Territory In More Than Blood

Posted by Erik Moshe on Sunday, October 19, 2014, In : Rhymed Verses 

Give a dog a bone… give a man a cause
Skin a dog of its bones… give a man a cross
Give em’ hell, give em’ Stalingrad
Resist on hills of sand or moss
A shed in the wintertime to fill with chants of God

If well trained Great Danes charged into Khmer Rouge
would it give way to our more animalistic, calmer roots?
or would kamikaze youths wag their tails with explosives
Yelping at the ghosts in the room like they were phantoms with holsters
This land of ambrosias is sensitive to the Pomeran...

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A Monument of A Man, Remembered

Posted by Erik Moshe on Sunday, October 12, 2014, In : Rhymed Verses 

Tattered orange leaves littered the gravestone’s connected curves
“Here lies Officer Robinson Maslow, he died in the name of Protect & Serve”
Every second blurred when reminiscing what happened that night
Once he got wind of the bank robbery, he didn’t expect a shotgun blast to his pipe
He died in the line of duty, so some petty criminals could cash in a heist
Bayonets high, columns of halogen lights honoring a casket with stripes
Of red, white and blue; colorful symbols for greater p...
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An Unveiling

Posted by Erik Moshe on Saturday, October 4, 2014, In : Rhymed Verses 

Cynthia, you should really try being yourself if you intend to succeed
This projection of being an impeccable tease is terrible, please
The endless, senseless deceit tends to be cheap, a weapon you wield
And a futile one at that; you may as well swing a tire wrench at the breeze
Men think you a tired wench & a skeez… for what, your archetypical traits?
I’m gonna have to ask you to abandon the glittering carriage of narcissism with haste
Selflessness… let it nestle into the comfortable ...

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Posted by Erik Moshe on Monday, September 29, 2014, In : Rhymed Verses 

Does the truth inspire? Yes…
should we exhume ill will from the human dialect?
social constructs glow blue in the carrion zone
each level of consciousness varies in tone
two beings, holding hands at the table - a family home
The spout radiates goodness; the purest of fluids
soul cores tune into the chimes, searching for music
A murky delusion, the crescent of land a fertile protrusion
even the bones of long ago sages - burning with hubris
as we learn to be students of life and its beauty
Then w...
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Posted by Erik Moshe on Wednesday, September 3, 2014, In : Rhymed Verses 

The black box Von Richthofens -
As with any have-nots or slack-jaws with marked dividends
A mask slot can turn your rash thoughts to calm diligence!
Bomb businesses but we're not in the business of bombs...
building a balm Biggums sniffs, a broad filament caulk
filled with De Gaulle's willingness - cinema songs filter in
"♪ mission to 'nam syndicate ♪" picture Incan Magogs stringing it
or Pinkleton's odd instrument, strumming it between his legs
Grimoire incubus
Kiss me or call Gilligan
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Your Execution?

Posted by Erik Moshe on Monday, July 7, 2014, In : Rhymed Verses 

Be a hoplite on my feet, deflect shots from pikemen
Be a phenom from my street, a dreadnought from Iceland
I used to tread blocks and slice men
Now a marketable sonnuva... the end stocks were priceless
No peptalks, my set balked, I bent bars through fighting
Ascent toward the light, the best gore since Eichmann
Not just executing game plans through dense, large enticements
Money ain't enough sole motivation - death forged my license
Kevlar chin, the ref started prying, a depth charge was sight...
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The Power of Nubian Gold

Posted by Erik Moshe on Tuesday, June 17, 2014, In : Rhymed Verses 

General Naazim paced in his jail cell, inept and resourceless
bereft of his forces, he had clouds about his bald head, the weather was morbid
A wretched and sordid feudalist King named Nabuch was responsible for his imprisonment
Guards were hitting him with grim instruments, vividly aware of his innocence
He had dissented on the battlefields of Nabta Playa for condemning the law
when he refused to let archers fire on a monastery defending its cause

The son of an alchemist, Naazim was known f...
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The Visitors

Posted by Erik Moshe on Friday, June 6, 2014, In : Rhymed Verses 

Neutrino nutmeg visible on his beak-beetle crust
features suggesting a less than supreme being musk
it bowed its head in the caramel chromium distillery
a custom of salutations through antipodean asymmetry
Psilocybin eyes, in-vitro stylized, rippling with breathing room
unpretentious yet calculated like a squid in a deep lagoon
three layers of suburban defensive layers extracted
left to cool in the xenophobic sun, bent on alien malice
getting lifted - minus the expensive aerial tactic...
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The Blacklantic Situation

Posted by Erik Moshe on Friday, June 6, 2014, In : Rhymed Verses 

The Minister of Waterways had his hands full this evening
he commissioned scientists to take samples of tree rings
to determine the reactions affecting the blue absinthe snow
turning it into a lifeless substance throughout the globe
He motioned to his secretary to get the president on the line
she gave him a grim look - he guessed what was on her mind
Transatlantic geysers erupted, at first the Aussies
theorized the Earth was contaminated by human germs & proxies
More mature parties calculated ...
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Dr. Cenotaph

Posted by Erik Moshe on Friday, May 23, 2014, In : Rhymed Verses 

The soul's departure from the body is prearranged; a token of gratitude
for hosting the rabble, ruse and giving toasts to the crass, amused
The rotary bladder screws were supposed to be fastened, tuned
to an engine-metal cast in a steel cased projection
Bless these rental caps from the free-baser dentist
Meet the portrait of Dr. Cenotaph, and his real grave expression
Heel raising tension - if you feel shaken, lessen
the locomotion of death: the wheels made the flesh grim
An evening with Voltai...
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Group Therapy Session (ft. Neighbor and Paradigm)

Posted by Erik Moshe on Friday, April 4, 2014, In : Rhymed Verses 


Equipped alien weaponry aimed directly at the planes trajectory
Traverse this plane wit telepathy; levitate out a black hole with a sign that reads...
"R.I.P Malaysia Flight 370"
Degree in chemistry; mix hydrochloric brews; Agent Orange and Blue
Watching Neigh Palm weapons big enough to turn the whole Vietnam forest floor a fluorescent hue
Mordor's hordes weapons in view, fire at will; Admire the skill
aim skyward and reel; drag ya leader back to the front-line and funeral pyre the ki...
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The Pick Up Basketball Game of Death

Posted by Erik Moshe on Sunday, March 30, 2014, In : Rhymed Verses 

Yehuda inspected the talent at the local basketball court one afternoon
They were shooting for captains - soon, he knew he'd be smashing through
He was the youngest on the court, at the innocent age of eleven
Every time he played, they would mention his top speeds & graceful ascension
He stole balls like there was no tomorrow but he had an awful shot
At times, he masterminded so many robberies on the court, they called the cops
The usual suspects were present that day... Nate, Rob, Nigel and ...
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Posted by Erik Moshe on Wednesday, March 26, 2014, In : Rhymed Verses 


Words can't convey enough;
a sentence serves as lessened thought
In a world where speechwriters remain speechless,
their pens reserved for cleric comp
insinuations shacked up in the towns of the single German septic flock
yet the Hindenburg's adept, and docked,
and all seems to be as cheerful as Winston Churchill's Dresden trot,
on rainy nights, his servicemen's umbrella tops
our inadvertent lexicon functions as symbols working extra long
hours to transform heaps to relevanc...
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Uprising of the Downtrodden - 300 B.C.

Posted by Erik Moshe on Saturday, March 8, 2014, In : Rhymed Verses 

There were clusters of restless peasants in the fields...
Right around the time when the world saw the invention of the wheel
Aristocratic snakes roamed the Indus River Valley
with intent that was concealed - a lesson they'd reveal...
Misconduct had an electric effect on the populace... they had the temperament of eels
The Damara, or feudal landlords, ordered a town gathering
Families who refused to attend were herded together with bronze javelins
At this time, conditions were beyond hazardous -
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"The Double Helix"

Posted by Erik Moshe on Tuesday, March 4, 2014, In : Rhymed Verses 

Can you believe this schtick?!
Becoming integrated with the GOLOV Software had beleaguered the precinct
Trevor was flown to the Cambridge Technical Institute for procedural briefings
Dehumanization was tough - the process seemed complicated enough
to take a storm trooper and place him in flux; without the uninhibited oscillation of guts
Army administration agencies bugged trainee's brains with neurological sensors
If their bodily temperature was off, they read: "INOPERABLE: enter physiologica...
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The Tale of Nicodemus and the Black Bard

Posted by Erik Moshe on Tuesday, February 18, 2014, In : Rhymed Verses 

Nicodemus lived in an obscure crook of the countryside for most of his life
The loner type, he was born and raised around the odors of mice
Being a hermit ensured he existed meagerly at no expense of a colony
He'd give wandering beggars apologies, for he himself was the essence of poverty
Gathering firewood one morning, Nicodemus was delighted to see
The flight of the bees; he rejoiced in his abode of soulful silence and peace
He invited his niece Genevieve for supper, feeling generously swe...

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Moses 2.0

Posted by Erik Moshe on Saturday, February 1, 2014, In : Rhymed Verses 

The Ten Commandments were buried under a field of solid pavement
Property of a lost oasis, dug up after repeated provocations
Maintenance instructions were to...
Cleave and rob or raid it, in the name of science, collegiate consummation
A breathing God is waiting - face emerging from a green intoxication
Passers-by had a choice: Flee the oscillation
or witness a religious war of Theomach's persuasion
He's watching, patient, rumor says he wears an olive fragrance
and the way walks among his k...

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Clear Conscience, Full Moon

Posted by Erik Moshe on Saturday, February 1, 2014, In : Rhymed Verses 

"The second half of a man's life is made up of nothing but the habits he has acquired during the first half."

-Fyodor Dostoevsky

By happenstance, a hapless hand of the mob moved weight
Nobody really knew the kind of money Mahmoud made...
He was destined to crash in the end, like a monsoon's fate

He'd sit up and watch cartoons late, reviewing his clientele
Cutting coke, puffing smoke, paying dues to the Higher Twelve
to get a spot on those ivory seats, reserved like a Kaiser's retreat
The cycle ...
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Mother's Liberation Front

Posted by Erik Moshe on Tuesday, January 14, 2014, In : Rhymed Verses 

The womb parted with a hefty heave, revealing two gleaming, wet heads
twins that developed from a Niger Delta, bundled in see-through bedspreads
The doctor wiped sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand
He said "blood runs thicker than water reservoirs run by capital clans..."

"The enamel of man, does it revolve around gunslinging?
when the best weapon on the market is a solid domestic upbringing
Each face tells a burden, a story, but where's the synopsi...
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John Smithsonian (feat. Zygote)

Posted by Erik Moshe on Saturday, January 11, 2014, In : Rhymed Verses 

Daylight muzzles closely to a fertile female shadow land
stenciling the silicon landscape and its vast expanse
Mountain goats leap over fallen logs, bears eat fish from a stream
The tranquil breeze passing by your earlobes - is it a spirit or flea?
Feel nimble and free
Picking red giant apples from space time continuum tree
Take the trickling creeks, the deepest caverns, then the fumes of Jalalabad
Everything in life and in science has levels... including the habitat

The professor wasn't the cl...
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The Journey to the Center of the Urge

Posted by Erik Moshe on Monday, January 6, 2014, In : Rhymed Verses 

A knight named Orion wields a sword with a neutered tip
pulled from a stone forged by a feudalist
He composed poems that became known through Neruda's lips
A disingenuous stream of conscious soluble bottling fluids
The core of a uterus as hollowed out as normal seclusion is
A spore in its uselessness is at war with the eucalypts
Symbiotic foreigners muse, transfixed on a transformative mutant cyst
both fascinated yet vacillated by how our mortal corridors stoop and bend
Salute, extend their barrels, ...
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Stepping Outside of Yourself: Does it require cloning?

Posted by Erik Moshe on Friday, December 6, 2013, In : Rhymed Verses 

Some leapfrog over other heads in the majestic lagoon
heed the lessons entombed in a Peace Corps general's retinal pools
Follow megahertz herds via astral projection, ascend the platoon
If you end up a ball of regret at the bottom of a well... ..
Well, ponder what a gremlin would do.

At first, I didn't need a sage to advise me to obey the laws of nature
I sung a song for labor, bogged down in my hyperbolic chamber
I tried seeing eye-to-eye with a relentlessly reproducing throng of neighbors

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Aztec Lazer Tag (feat. oXus)

Posted by Erik Moshe on Friday, November 22, 2013, In : Rhymed Verses 

Stealth hunters ran with katanas, drawn towards the sculpted terrace gates
The Sovereign Kong-Shah's felt compelled to stay - Amon Ra's shelled the bay
just in case of sticky situations, wondering if Trojan Horses defecate
Sultan's forge emanates the spirit of a northern-born elk today
Bulbasaurs etch their blades; a frozen borg rests in wait
Sulphur pours onto my forest-worn oak menorah breakfast plate
I order more and watch the soldiers gorge on yellow maize
overlords from the ocean floor w...

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The Warsaw Trifecta

Posted by Erik Moshe on Friday, November 22, 2013, In : Rhymed Verses 

"The Warsaw Trifecta"


Roman was a wiry chap, noncompliant, nonchalant as can be
His in & out of school antics weren't what his papa wanted to see
He'd pop a molly with thieves, when cops had knocked him for trees
The way his mother bellowed at him would've put Pavarotti at ease
A sprouting adolescent, doing foolish things as only a young man can
but yet his heart was in the right place - like successful Frankenstein transplants
Pointy nose, raspy voice, he answered "yes" at the knock at th...
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Abandoning a Warlord for Dummies

Posted by Erik Moshe on Monday, November 4, 2013, In : Rhymed Verses 

One of the car bombs peeled the lawn, then the smog cleared up
Anton stood palmin' a beer mug, molotov in his pocket, balaclava & earmuffs
His parents feared him for obvious reasons: contras, arson, accomplished theft
was even dubbed a son of a gun...he used on his father when he shot him dead
Aimed white phosphorous at convents & consulates, dishonored catholocists
A martyr in his solemnness with the mark of the apocalypse
Now he's out to make sure the carcasses of Sodom writhe
Used to be a ...
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A Tale of Taxation

Posted by Erik Moshe on Wednesday, October 9, 2013, In : Rhymed Verses 

Winners never quit, and quitters never win. - Vince Lombardi

"Why'd you kill yourself, Abe?" said a deep, celestial voice
"Before you rest in the void, do explain your measure of choice"
Abe squinted through the blinding light,
looked around like 'Why is hell so plain?'
considering the lack of brimstone suspicious. Bullet-hole in his skull leaking yet felt no pain
Abe stammered back, "Wait, are you God? Well...I mean...I just gave up.
I was bankrupt, I was shamed, stuck in such a restrained r...
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War ain't easy, but it pays - feat. PancakeBrah

Posted by Erik Moshe on Friday, October 4, 2013, In : Rhymed Verses 

He can feel it in his bones. His marrow, it speaks.
He falls asleep. Then he piques. It hollows his speech.
"Are you okay?" in Vietnamese. The process repeats.
"Yes." Just let me be, sovereign.
Lost in a dream. Viewed as a Martian as it breathes.
You can find me in a Hanoi garden as a weed.

He placed tobacco cold, in the left of his lip,
to the point his cleft was eclipsed.
He had never seen Saigon. But he knew her.
And bygones. The military taught him new slurs
and sights drawn. And the...
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Mayhem Gardens: Feltanomics (feat. Kaeo Seru)

Posted by Erik Moshe on Wednesday, October 2, 2013, In : Rhymed Verses 

Kaeo Seru

How you gone tell me how to tie my shoes but can't afford em
I sold my soul for these soles, but I bought em
A hard road I walk but at least a ni**a comfortable
since I've paid for my time I'm just tryna stay punctual
its not what you know that makes a ni**a functional
but how you apply it. keep ya mind on the science
if my appliance is violence, then what you will find is
a grind thats inclined to get you to buy this
Keep in mind its, supply and demand
it feeds on the need of supplie...

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Not Another Apocalypse Biopsy

Posted by Erik Moshe on Saturday, September 28, 2013, In : Rhymed Verses 

Pollen decays, it's what it's meant to do
we thought the mortar within Solomon's Gate inseparable
Destructive tendencies followed a plague of seppuku's
technologically ancient residues caked upon the lake of heaven's crescent moon
Perhaps we're epileptic fools - as blunt edged as a vivisection tool
auctioning off the pale horse of death for Cinderella mules
coroners raise foggy glasses of bourbon to our sprawling debts
accosted flesh, the darker depths of the neck help in determining the cause...
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Trading Places feat. PancakeBrah

Posted by Erik Moshe on Friday, August 30, 2013, In : Rhymed Verses 

Donnie Darko pajammy-jams. Amy looking sexy.
She had initially replied to my bird calls. But wouldn't text me.
So when doleful ambition led me to a wooden pantry.
I grasped for the honeybuns within, erstwhile hollowed out,
like the beige interior of Brooklyn Bentley's. Sulfuric taste.
Am I a repeated bad luckster? Suffering fate, as the night sky's drifting past.
is this God's way of inflicting wrath...
Do nice guys with nice (aspirations) for degrees really finish last?
I wanted to sha...
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Small Talk feat. Split Eight

Posted by Erik Moshe on Thursday, August 15, 2013, In : Rhymed Verses 


Her cardigan's parted, just playfully though.
Paying parting regards to common waves. We patiently pose.
Establish painfully arrested cliches. Sentenced since ages ago,
Then play-act em away as if some development showed..
Save when we're stumbling spelling all drunk,
discussing some jelly filling, bellying up,
The setting's spinning, constantly spilling..
Resenting that her top 3 jokes-
are bottled turns of phrase Franz Kafka prolly wrote
as it's torrential rains all on my Parade...

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Posted by Erik Moshe on Thursday, August 15, 2013, In : Rhymed Verses 

Wish I could've went to stonehenge
to find what the ancient corpses dug up
I hear they're trying to resurrect the wooly mammoth
I say leave Shallow Halliburton alone
let her rest for G.O.D's sake... (gold, oil, drugs)

La Bonet drago la flaga signifies Domino eyepatch
Arson mode, tires flat, Orson Welles novel-owned wiretap
Agra's wearing high hats, agnostic proles file down iron shafts
bottle-nosed Reinhardt hatch mixed in molotov wine & schnapps
Karzamakov hellraiser, hamuntashens? "Yes, Majo...
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Bombs Over Volgograd

Posted by Erik Moshe on Wednesday, July 17, 2013, In : Rhymed Verses 
“I drank with all my heart, and not
For fun, to cut a dash:
I’ve heard the world’s youth sing, I’ve seen
The Hiroshima ash.”

- While Earth Rotates, Rasul Gamzatov

Fear debilitates the young, death comes swiftest for the old
Inflicting traumatizing agony on the most innocent of souls
Once man hits logistic codes, our doomed image is foretold
as young Aisha is forced to make the pilgrimage alone
Russian economies suffered from blackouts, businesses were sold
Post-Cold War jitters had her f...

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A Portrait of Sri Lanka

Posted by Erik Moshe on Saturday, July 13, 2013, In : Rhymed Verses 
art by:

I’m unsteady, the bloodletting is tongue stretching
Picture a slum setting, unkempt with a rough heading
Tribes get involved, when nature, with its rises and falls
Entices us all to question life and its inviolate call
Sometimes even the sun catches the horizon off guard
Illuminating the land - all the mountains, pines & bazaars


Legends state, that trees grow broader in a wretched place
much like cells strengthen when ensconci...
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Even sand can be frozen in time.

Posted by Erik Moshe on Saturday, July 13, 2013, In : Rhymed Verses 

Why does the hierarchy matter so? Calico adage flows
down from prose addled with salvaged bones and an amber glow
Egyptologist went to school off a Cambridge loan, studying by a lamp at home
What asphyxiated mantra lies beneath the sandy knoll of the Sphinx
which can’t be known through a glyph, since in summertime I fled
Is it justified to call me a necrophiliac if I elect to mummify the dead?
we’re all riding in Shambala express, and through the drums, Allah connects
Take the sum of rhym...
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Freewrite (feat. Lecture)

Posted by Erik Moshe on Thursday, July 4, 2013, In : Rhymed Verses 

Free safety, she prefered to play the field
clubs, drugs, child left at home
you know the usual deal
Social politics a republican within her peers
only mingled amongst the rich
six figure careers
a sheep in wolfs clothing, to cover her fears
for years mascara blanketed tears
it would appear she coveted assholes
& that pre-teen fantasy of love
was lost in a time capsule
took everything for granted she was a damsel of the scumbags
clothes left to dry on the banister, sandwiched between rum vats
A slu...
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Meathouse Molecules

Posted by Erik Moshe on Monday, June 24, 2013, In : Rhymed Verses 

Sip the lord’s serum; chicken soup for the soul of the vegetarian dead
Sleep on the consecutive album of the year, we’ll watch the cemetery get beds
For half your life, you’ve had a slice of Machiavellian bread
Until one night in London, Jack ripped her corset, watched apothecary get head
I’m dead wrong. Clothes were flung on the domes of Kirkuk
Sepulchers and soot filled the town center when the culture was moot
Exfoliate coups formed the foam of a boot, bar code of “the state”
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Pengamebred (feat. NYCSPITZ)

Posted by Erik Moshe on Monday, June 10, 2013, In : Rhymed Verses 

Chimerical comings of chiliastic consciousness clouds
the populous bows, fuck it I move with dominance now.
Midas drinking molten gold 'til his esophagus drowns
carnival of kings muted, morphin' opulence clowns.
Seeds to rule - peep poetry, my providence ploughs
a cognizant brow,
hubris flow 'n the prophetess frowns
but FUCK Delphi, I'm moving into prominence proud
pullin' bitches on beast mode like I'm Adonis endowed
and script subversive slum shit leaving congress in doubt
though if they f...

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To My Old Friend, Primal Instinct:

Posted by Erik Moshe on Wednesday, April 24, 2013, In : Rhymed Verses 

“Strong friendships seldom depend upon frequency of visits for their strength and meaning. While I have had too few occasions to be with you…..I draw deep strength and inspiration from our bond…”
Lyndon B. Johnson

"You’ve shown me so much patience so I’m paying respect
We’ve known each other since Ancient Sumer and Acadian texts
We used to bleed Mother Earth dry & drug her with Ritalin samples
Now I realize that I was just too aggressive for most women to handle
You were my protection...

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Posted by Erik Moshe on Sunday, April 7, 2013, In : Rhymed Verses 

Embarked with the Cretans to the gardens of credence
The Baltic regimes - they targeted seedlings for monstrous reasons
On the coasts of the Galapagos with their karma chameleons
Nature was a technological feat, trees offered leaves & made apes strong
A ripe green Perrot composed fronds from date palms
human beings sat in their glasshouses, sold arms and napalm
Siddhartha Gotama’s novel was based on the meaning of existence
Lichens. They breed with such persistence with no easing or a litmus
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Cruelty is no alien concept.

Posted by Erik Moshe on Monday, April 1, 2013, In : Rhymed Verses 

Was there ever life on Earth? The alien race frolicked at first
Grey, weightless bodies, inert...
Data sponges sucking up human history for all it was worth
Their research highlighted all of the worst, from nuclear war to genocide
Of course, pesticides were abhorred, & generalized as lawless cause if pressurized
These visitors from the Northern Gemini’s were universally lauded, and recognized
As the most empathetic race in the multiverse:
Their disciplines auroraboreal, not perennial
They’d stop ...
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Dissecting a Profane Mystery (feat. Nigma & Split Eight)

Posted by Erik Moshe on Thursday, March 7, 2013, In : Rhymed Verses 

Dissecting a Profane Mystery

Enigma    Vulgar     Split Eight

I'm a cloak and dagger vagabond who shadow box in blackness with assassins thoughts
Last attacks have stopped, it's re-enacted mummification the way you wrapped in gauze
Planned combat with bars have trapped me
Use the hand of God to crack the padded lock
I'm past Islamic, stand in chalk and ink a magic psalm that plants a massive bomb
That latch to thoughts, evolving fast beyond the passive pawns and terrorists who stand in awe
Go grab ...

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Lindbergh's Legacy

Posted by Erik Moshe on Sunday, February 24, 2013, In : Rhymed Verses 

Lindbergh's Legacy

"One should see the world, and see himself as a scale with an equal balance of good and evil. When he does one good deed the scale is tipped to the good - he and the world is saved. When he does one evil deed the scale is tipped to the bad - he and the world is destroyed."

The only thing in this world crueler than a child with a magnifying glass
is the man that takes the brainchildren of a just and equal society ransom.
Here’s an alibi at last, taking fatality’s...
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The Flight of Shere Kahn

Posted by Erik Moshe on Monday, January 28, 2013, In : Rhymed Verses 


The flight of Shere Kahn

Bangladesh, the festival of lights
Children running naked in the monsoonal rains, object to infinitesimal delight
A bedraggled old man lugs his barrel of insecticide bottles along
One man fleet upon the cobblestones - in sorrow, he roams
When the rickshaw wallah comes home, legs rest on his moth eaten sofa
but if he swallows he'll choke from the particle smoke
How can he be a grandfather and cope -
With an unbreathable mist shrouding his living quarters?
He marche...
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St. Sigmund and the End of his Thought Oligarchy

Posted by Erik Moshe on Friday, January 18, 2013, In : Rhymed Verses 

I’d forgotten what it was like to wade through marketplaces
Another morning in August ought to be placed in songbird cadence
was it all worth it…in exchange for hellacious inauguration?
This nation of solemn faces, tent pole monarchs disarmed and graven
bloodline compartmentalization left 'em huddled like startled ancients
Squeezed for every cent in debt on deadly whim for some petty bricks
I find things in common with repenting Russian czars, the Serengeti prince
living above where the levees ...
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A Meeting of Esteemed Statesmen

Posted by Erik Moshe on Friday, January 18, 2013, In : Rhymed Verses 
There’s Doctor Octavian, President Markovich and Chancellor Agony
Three warlords sitting at a round table in Warsaw sharing some daiquiris
while their respective countries are dealing with unbearable casualties
Do they despair? Maybe casually, in their lairs, taking care of their majesties
Priority One: With piss-poor minorities flung, we’ll become lords of the sun
severed limbs as collateral for disorderly tongues, treating locals as scum
Dr. Octavian pipes in with a story of his own:
"You wou...
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the Immortalization of the Ruthless One

Posted by Erik Moshe on Monday, January 7, 2013, In : Rhymed Verses 

I stare at the faces and formulate theories as to why they should be revered
could see it scenic, clear, a 1970’s street veneer
where a dark legionnaire separated great clouds of thought when breedin stares
Is he vocally incapable? Is he hearing impaired?
it was the year of the mythical bear. The fear he’d ensnare, left a tedious share
We’d remember his soul for the epic soundbytes… not the ears he would tear
the thunder of his punches were Dresden down-sized, in 18th century lair
dodging ...
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Christmas spirits are Shinigami.

Posted by Erik Moshe on Monday, January 7, 2013, In : Rhymed Verses 

All I needed was a glimpse to spot what it really was
the gauntly spirit launched itself over my desk to give me hugs
Unwanted affection - I saw mottled reflections, it picked me up
Dark and fanciful yet perfectly skin-woven into human form with wings
it whispered into my ear scornful things, corporal of immortal flings
and yet the midnight princess doesn’t mince words
Crypto-pagan in style, lays in a scowl, hair braided, mangled in towels
Never kisses a frog prince, she just places grenades in it...
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Dinotopia: The Triceratops Museum

Posted by Erik Moshe on Thursday, December 20, 2012, In : Rhymed Verses 

Take note,

Welcome to the Prehistoric Museum,

[contemporary music: volcanic wasteland soundtrack]

Old fossilized bastards get shimmied up, their parchment found in the city dumps eclipsing dust..
Prehistoric bird on a stick, crisp deluxe.
River Styx is the thickest grunge, these lipid lynxes can lick me up...
Critical images enter each cymbal’s snub, 380 ways to view marine life from a crystal sub,
*shrugs shoulders* I figure it’s simple enough
to take a mechanized platypus plantation & reasse...
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Winston Churchill's Masonic Minutemen (feat. Genocide)

Posted by Erik Moshe on Monday, December 10, 2012, In : Rhymed Verses 

I'm the man, the myth, his legendary pen beside the candlestick
the point of view, misconstrued, and the truth inside the manuscript
A man with wisdom, peeking greater than all of Britains steeples
Peaceful, Once I wrote a book about an english speaking people
Deep cerebral, dark, in depth, the secrets lying on your chest
Lies you've kept, I was in the nightmares adolf hitler often dreamt
Lost in bed, off with his head, where he shared his mothers warmth
I was something pure, before the wor...
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Jodie Foster's Holy Roster

Posted by Erik Moshe on Monday, December 10, 2012, In : Rhymed Verses 

Is it a crime if I combine lines that inscribe simple cadence?
This is Jodie Foster’s holy roster…another random title you might find innovative.

Under the starry skies of Afghanistan full of grunge and pollution
Waiting to make the next move but won’t budge cause he’s clueless
Snowy mountaintops surrounding me, nose numb from the mucus
That’s built up, awaiting a sneeze. Impatient, awaiting release
Military contract obligation, he’s got the basics so he stays at unease
He hears at old a...
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Sir Isaac Newton's Grapefruit Vine

Posted by Erik Moshe on Saturday, November 24, 2012, In : Rhymed Verses 

"If I have seen further it is by standing on the shoulders of giants."

I’m comprised of neutrons, sitting under Isaac Newton’s grapefruit vine
While the blinding hues of a rising moon debate the skies
Arguing logic, analyzing the smog from the tropics at Solomon’s cottage
Yet phantoms lie in the bottom prerogatives, awaiting their time
The view from the Tower of Babel was dismal so we stapled the blinds
The blood is the people, the nation’s the spine, the emulations align
This planet is a fo...

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Theodore Roosevelt's Bathtub

Posted by Erik Moshe on Saturday, November 24, 2012, In : Rhymed Verses 

Whenever I’ve lost myself in the countryside, my own reaction’s to follow me
From the outback to the colonies with a mustache the color of waxy mahogany
Photograph cracked, and fiat flak distracts that the dollar’s but a hollow green
Product of fractional reserve banking black market bastion monopolies
I’m a novice, a sheet metal technician, a man who cashed in a lot of cream
I’m a rusty titanium American, stabbed in his arteries
A cross between Julius Caesar and Marcus Aurelius, duality ...

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William Taft’s Satellite

Posted by Erik Moshe on Saturday, November 24, 2012, In : Rhymed Verses 

Mastered monsoons, his hair matted down with apricot gloop
He damn near tried to wear a black top hat on an astronaut’s suit
Every rocket mount had locked routes, cordless but the coordinates varied
The journey into dead space: it was more than just a mortuary
Sir William had a pair of great gonads, he’d elate both hands
Gripping the steel handles of a grand old orrery chamber; a claymore man
The first 18th century pioneer of the United States Space Program
In a time when slaves roamed lands and...
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Zsubordination. Zurich. Zilch. feat. Beyond

Posted by Erik Moshe on Sunday, October 14, 2012, In : Rhymed Verses 


The Illuminati’s got me, I’m a New Age kamikaze
Don Versace, honor nothing; neither you nor God can stop me
I’m the central banks, I’m Hitler kin. The strep throat angst while whistlin
I’m intricate, the intro kids - it’s infinite… it’s SWITZERLAND

Afghanistan avalanche war mongers hunger for Obama’s blood
Osama’s thugs still carry the burning torch of their fallen leader
Federal Reserve in decline, signs of an alien outbreak at large
Out takes of car bombings imminent in t...
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The Pale Crusader; Justice is Served

Posted by Erik Moshe on Monday, October 8, 2012, In : Rhymed Verses 

The desert wanderer sits down for an on-the-go history lesson
He was a bonesman, Geronimo’s head in a tin under his bedding
He was a marksman, a statesman, had what you’d call an arrangement
Signed an agreement in infidel blood he’d have to honor with Satan
History books lie covered in a cloth by his satchel, embedded in sheets
Mankind’s exoduses through the ages, the dead ends that they’d meet
Gnostic anklets, anthropologic pages, Gods impeached
Lost in exchanges of Zimbabwean battles en...
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Woodrow Wilson's Briefcase

Posted by Erik Moshe on Saturday, October 6, 2012, In : Rhymed Verses 

Biotic bastard berserker with a bionic basilisk disperser
Krylon canisters, burners, Tylenol cabinets and burnt earth.
Watched Saigon ravaged in first person,
I’d describe it in plain language but iconic masters prefer cursive.
This isn’t exactly how I imagined this to gradually earn turf -
nobody could average my words worth
Anglican girders micromanagin' Mary Magdalene’s birth terms
to create a holistic baby and feed it immaculate Gerber
because compassion and nurture only go so far…
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Posted by Erik Moshe on Thursday, September 13, 2012, In : Rhymed Verses 

The headlights splintered pale color through rustic horns
Hitman grimaces, knowing the figure outside the car won't come aboard
Black Chevy funnels forth - tornado of intestines, stomach gored
Contracted matador reflecting on what this client muttered, coarse
"Five grand up front... expect hundreds more"
It was hard to refuse Benjamin Franklin faces pasted in deluxe decor
in exchange for organized sirloin steak basted in the blood that poured
"All you gotta to do is hit the pedal," said this ...
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The Tale of the Tiger & The VHS Player

Posted by Erik Moshe on Thursday, September 13, 2012, In : Rhymed Verses 

"The Tale of the Tiger & The VHS Player"

Wherever and whatever the case - the setting is high
The day a tiger happens upon a discarded VHS and decides
To invest in the time to scavenge hiker’s trails
No need for sharp pelican eyes or wretched Nightingales
To spot the black surface of the VHS player that it swiped with nails
More metal and less steak, chrome embryo but square shaped
On a trash heap stacked creek - home video cassette tapes
The tiger saw a glimmer from within, a promising reflectio...
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The Meaning of Life

Posted by Erik Moshe on Saturday, August 25, 2012, In : Rhymed Verses 

The giant squid ascended from the deep with it’s focus on a man
Leaping upwards from the ocean floor like a locust from the sand
“The human’s magnum opus is a sham. They lack the visual memories
The individual dexterity to live in supremacy
Their brain’s hemispherical nature severely limits telepathy
Intelligent beings other than themselves? Far from fictional entities
We’ll charge the isthmus, Peloponnese bridges with propositions delectably
dislodging positions of fishing missions, the ...
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Freewrite (Saturday evening)

Posted by Erik Moshe on Sunday, August 19, 2012, In : Rhymed Verses 

Pomegranates hang from Lady Shallot’s locks -
as she waits patiently in the shade of apricots...
by the caves of Camelot with tailor made sailer maiden satin top
You graze with camels, flocks pour in like the rage of Ragnarok
Hoards decay from ravaged crops…subordination matters not
If you can become the lord of fate and correlate the battle bots
It’s been instituted that you’ll fornicate at Tavistock
At the border gates with the corpse of Isaac Asimov
Cooking communism on stovetops with molt...
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The spotlight's on you, Underachievers

Posted by Erik Moshe on Sunday, August 19, 2012, In : Rhymed Verses 

"We all have wings, but they have not been of any avail to us and if we could tear them off, we would do so."
Franz Kafka

“The spotlight’s on you, underachievers,”
Announced the curator, “for not being able to stomach the fever”
The glass will always be half full when your self needs are bottomlesss
And unleaded brain fuel whets your jet streams of consciousness
There’s nothing wrong with setting left field accomplishments
Thinking outside the black box and going airborne
So if you were ...
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Tyrants have flaws too..

Posted by Erik Moshe on Saturday, August 11, 2012, In : Rhymed Verses 

Does effective leadership come from an assertive design?
“This one’s gonna be a president!”
The notion of superiority, it stands out as a perk in our mind
“Cause the grand counts land clout with the merchants of time”
An incomprehensible breed, with chemically sensitive needs
are leaders the ones who exemplify elite qualities, the wisdom to lead?
Balls to take charge, underlings willing to aid them in their integral spree?
Or are we just slaves to the dark ages of conditional greed?
(I ask...
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Notes Towards the Identities of Ancient Cats

Posted by Erik Moshe on Saturday, August 4, 2012, In : Rhymed Verses 

The panicked breath of air that the rat consumed
eyes like the solar moon’s incomparable black lagoons
Made the city halls dank beneath the sewer system
but it’s quite clear now, so thank the Theban steward’s gypsum
It’s part of the sermon, to particle surgeons
discarded while searching for various parts of the murdered
In compartments of vermin, moving through darkness, subverted
The purification of the ark is for certain though it’s partially Persian
Rah’s harbinger worsens, the calen...
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I'll NEVER ride the short bus again.

Posted by Erik Moshe on Wednesday, August 1, 2012, In : Rhymed Verses 

I’ll NEVER ride the short bus again.

Peggy Machowsky was the daughter of an expert demolitionist
who was also a slick businessman on his second set of mistresses
Everyday she had autistic fits, wild tongued, clenching fists
like a riled up Romanian javelin coach on a body riddled Olympic pitch
Experiencing unrest in her predicament ‘cause kids would throw objects
feelin’ pigeon-holed in transportation systems cloaked by city-owned projects
born into a working class family but couldn’t get a ...
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Mayhem Gardens: Welcome to the Projects (feat. Mr.Write & ACcentuous)

Posted by Erik Moshe on Saturday, July 28, 2012, In : Rhymed Verses 


It's a jungle out here, it's a clash of the titans
It's a war of words and everybody's fighting
When did it get so cold, What are we doing?
I'll fight tooth and nail just to prove that I'm Human


Whoever said i was a beast, i apologize, they lied
The Umbrella corp. Fashioned these genetics of mine
Or so it would seem, being trapped in the hive
Has me prejudiciously attacking any action benign
My faction's inclined to be a threat to the mind
When words move you due to kinetic design ...
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Alien Campsites: Are they overrated?

Posted by Erik Moshe on Wednesday, July 25, 2012, In : Rhymed Verses 

You can’t make a crop circle without farmland in the first place
So they hit the Northwestern Ridges - parched, tanned in coerced haste
The moth man was a curse; never much of a threat to the prairie dogs
But they ate them - roasted over a fireplace where terra rarely fogged
In quiet areas of Chantilly, embers flowed, scantily remembered
tent poles installed around the camp like macro animal antennas
A family indentured to traveling locally, which meant planets afar
that spanned from Arkansas’ g...
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Stranger in a Familiar Land

Posted by Erik Moshe on Saturday, July 21, 2012, In : Rhymed Verses 

“There’s other fish in the sea…”
She realizes as inner doubt penetrates shrill silence
But that encompassing phrase for relationships feels biased
“There’s other scales to be balanced, it’s life interloping with each shingle”
Love-disease lingers but keep your eyes open and keep single
When people assemble…
socialize on the surface like microbial reef builders
She had a history of flooded emotions, was rightly termed indecent
As evolutionary heights perturbed the hypodermic creases...
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Rags to the equivalent of Ragnarok...

Posted by Erik Moshe on Saturday, July 21, 2012, In : Rhymed Verses 

Rags to the equivalent of Ragnarok…

The grandest Andromeda was an exaggeration,
That’s at least according to a handful of less-than-candid philosophers
Mountain folk, middle men of middle Earth, banished photographers
They never had a plan for the bottom serfs, no understanding of commoners
With what wisdom did the Mythology Buffs so gallantly place...
Royal Greek lineage over the regular Josephine’s? - it’s a coward’s charade
Banded together the masses elate, “We Are The 99 Percent Mo...
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Blood and Roses ft. Eviscerate & Rawn

Posted by Erik Moshe on Wednesday, July 11, 2012, In : Rhymed Verses 


Amongst the cloud ruins you’re now tuned into a sequence of realness
The reason why Mitt Romney has some debt demons to deal with
What’s that bleeding through the ceiling? We see the same gore spread
Beyond time and space, the universe seen through the eye of James Flores
It’s not homage to you it’s more like the higher conscience -
Short circuiting Shire hobbits, I’m your most admired novice
Building Dostoevsky’s Molotov cocktails through reverse osmosis fiber optics
Out of th...

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The Humans, the Birds and the Bees...

Posted by Erik Moshe on Sunday, July 1, 2012, In : Rhymed Verses 

The humans, the birds and the bees...

Realize the hive mind’s identity crisis -
This is a Sparta overrun by the plague, it depressed Leonidas
Hessian fly pits, measuring depth perception by death and it’s silence
You’ll wish you hadn’t been born, you Papa New Guinea pigs
You’ll damage your corneas looking for the beams of the gleaming truth
Region of beetle juice, Petri dish species as green as mosquito gloop
Now that’s a freedom coup, blessed and receptive to plunge -
Into exoskeleton d...
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The mind controls us all

Posted by Erik Moshe on Tuesday, June 26, 2012, In : Rhymed Verses 

The mind controls us all.

His heartstrings were ripped, torn, in split forms
Holographic image of his beating organ on screen, obscene like nymph porn
The monitor hummed a faint melody, electrode currents, wrist chords
Brooklyn bridge born - pestered by emerging lip sores
They felt similar to barbs around a bush that inflict thorns
Meanwhile, in subversion observing were determined, rich lords
who’d reigned since German blitz-wars, demons leaving millions in shambles
Doctors were in another room ...

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The route of all evil is not a short cut

Posted by Erik Moshe on Saturday, June 16, 2012, In : Rhymed Verses 

There’s no backdoors or scapegoats… just axe gores and slain throats
Iraq Wars approached at face value - translated to cracked jaws and bankrolls
Estranged, numb enslavement, to instincts that enflame up the matrix
Route 66 at Death Valley indoctrination center, trained suffocation
Earthen angels and water demons on our shoulder blades become enraged & abrasive
We live in an original century where sinning essentially is the crux of nations
The road to the holy word of the landlord is a highly...
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Brom's Lighthouse

Posted by Erik Moshe on Sunday, May 20, 2012, In : Rhymed Verses 

The ocean swayed to and fro, yearning to reach the dead fleet
A chaotic tide reminiscent of Poseidon stirring beneath his bed sheets
Purposefully he tread sleet, ice deposits and reef slick
Would you believe this - lighthouse operator slightly nautious and sea sick?
When cerulean-green waves superseded the beach, a lichen opera proceeded
Right wingers started a grievance, leaving us with no Viking-Spartan agreement
They were large, discarded Agamemnon’s guard as the weakest -
Modern armada eliti...
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Words are clouds

Posted by Erik Moshe on Sunday, May 20, 2012, In : Rhymed Verses 

The psychoactive timeline goes as follows:

Man gets dementia but dimensional man tans in a frozen grotto
The latest hunch is I’m supposed to follow the white rabbit into Chernobyl’s hollow?
Stone Diablo, saliva foams at the corner of it’s jaws like old risotto
Who dares brave the beast, no bravado, just soup of quotes in an open module
Mongolian time globe, white walled hospital with no major perks
They’ll label you insane if you’re crazy enough to fill out all the paperwork
So you chose...

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Story of a Sniper

Posted by Erik Moshe on Saturday, May 5, 2012, In : Rhymed Verses 

Faith crosses every border and touches every heart in every nation.

George W. Bush

His eye circumference splits to one-minus, squints as if stung by the sun’s vibrance
In position to hunt, sufficient enough, a militant hunched in abrupt silence
Cylinder muzzle was clutched tightest, commissioned by political thugs to conduct violence
With plans to kill enemy grunts with relentless blitzes of gunfire -
He was a living religious one-liner - stumped, from one line of relinquished one-timers
Being ...

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Unrecommended Methods

Posted by Erik Moshe on Tuesday, May 1, 2012, In : Rhymed Verses 

A maestro of a man commands a central mass in epitaph emporium
Old dogs rarely do new tricks, unless they’re bred like Cheshire catalonians
He managed to sit up on his death cot, wounded from pelvic gash, emotionless
The threat of chemical gas in Poland had the Chechen pastors rolling in
Reaching for musical architects to wrench the past from holy men
For days with skies as gray as Dorian, he’d clench a stash of opium
To smoke away his hopelessness composing notes of bliss through everlasting s...
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Making the Mojaves the Most Memorable

Posted by Erik Moshe on Monday, April 23, 2012, In : Rhymed Verses 
The Mars residers marched from light and made the darkness liable
They prophesized a tomb - psychologists could not prescribe the fools
Dreams split in the crosshairs of a lens: scavengers would part the vines in two
A scab in the Nazca Lines that drew a camel‘s blood, caramelized in hues
Stars provide the tools, gazing through this sprawling, dry lagoon
Mirage ignites at highest noon - Molotov peroxide lies in pools
The art of rhyme’s my fuel so I just let the sun’s oils cauterize my wound...
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Wrath of a Fragile God

Posted by Erik Moshe on Saturday, April 14, 2012, In : Rhymed Verses 

“Welcome to your first session of celestial family therapy consultation
Take a seat, please. You may begin by introducing your parental obligations.”
Greetings, I’ve come on behalf of my children as they are busy at the moment
I go by no name - I am known as a chemist of human embryonic potion
You see… we coexist in a symbiotic notion - I created them in seven days
Now they can die in several billion ways, and hatred has compelled their brains
Ashamed, in dire need of counsel, in pursuit of...
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Pigface Goes to School (feat. Spoken)

Posted by Erik Moshe on Friday, April 13, 2012, In : Rhymed Verses 

Note: My apology for any vulgarity expressed in this verse. It's meant to be rap.


Pigface is scrunched up with the paper lanterns, so
He's holding human nature for major ransom notes
This was my city, it used to have my cradle rocked gently
Of the greatest men who ever lived, the 40 thieves were top 50
You're not grisly because you praise yourself on some art of war
You're not developed yet - lay back down in the larva dorms
On Mount Olympia it's a given that you meet dividends
I'm content bein...
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Straight from the Laboratory (feat. DRscribblez)

Posted by Erik Moshe on Friday, April 13, 2012, In : Rhymed Verses 

Straight From The Laboratory

syringes and acid, a flask and a casket
a canibals practice, was chemically drastic
cacoon of elastic; a hell for the spaztic
the semen was blasted, cause hand-sex never lasted...
injected, infected, with skills he perfected
intellect's best in the pills he selected
teaspoon-stir with a whirlwind purr
and his typhoon myrrh was a hurricane blur
an artificial embryo, a kick at the feet
a boom boom thump, now its got a heart-beat
scribblez on a tablet, the Doctor's...
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Move your thoughts aside... (feat. Testament)

Posted by Erik Moshe on Friday, April 13, 2012, In : Rhymed Verses 


Move your thoughts aside for a moment -
Isaac Hayes and Bernie Mac were cloaked in the smoke of the jazz lounge
Samuel L. Jackson on the saxophone, he went global from Naptown
Said he was holding the map down -
Pot of Moroccan coffee brew absorbing the black grounds
It's all in the vast sound of the sound barrier plains
The Red Cross didn't even remember the carrier's name
So the three kings of entertainment buried their fame
Bought a Styrofoam cup and headed to the ferry for change
A few peopl...
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A Knight to Remember (feat. Lord Shivas SiQ'al & Po*Tense)

Posted by Erik Moshe on Friday, April 13, 2012, In : Rhymed Verses 


This a Folk-Tale; So Far Ago, That Earth Spinning on Itz Axis has Reversed Time back to the Age of New-Technology..! Now Known as the Year 2010 This Folk-Tale Goes So Far Back to the Diamond-Age; Of the year 3084

As the Demons from the Under-World, Dwell to Take Over the World; Only 3 Knights Prophesied in Earths Beginning Can't Protect Our Way of Life...These 3 Noble-Man Fight as Earths Only Enforcers and Protectors to Stop the Plague of Demons from Wiping-Away What We Now Know as Ea...
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Richard the Dyingheart & The Kingdom of Good: Chronicle I (feat.

Posted by Erik Moshe on Friday, April 13, 2012, In : Rhymed Verses 
Richard the Dyingheart & The Kingdom of Good: Chronicle I


"Arise, King Richard approaches the court..." exclaims a maiden rogue
Draped in robes, covered head to toe..
Beard as long as his life, contrasting gently with the raging snows
He trots the halls; the smell of wine and cheese poached on his breath
The last of his blood line, nobody left, yet managed to cope with the stress
Summons his knights, the throne room drenched with decaying cob webs
In the age of the dead, the Round table fragile ...
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New York City burns

Posted by Erik Moshe on Friday, April 13, 2012, In : Rhymed Verses 



Before I shot Franz Ferdinand, I tried to tell the man
For rear protection, please clear direction for this telegram
He turned his head and scoffed, I gave the signal to the sniper
The bullet spliced the jugular as it ripped into his piper
That day the great war began, or so the people thought
A philosopher once said -
There's no such thing as great wars for man
So armies marched for their feeble cause, conquered beach and tar
Thousands of paratroopers landed over steeple barge
One giant st...
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The Moon Also Rises

Posted by Erik Moshe on Friday, April 13, 2012, In : Rhymed Verses 



Godbody was the name of the carnage that loomed in our wake
Earth collided at the dawn of the omega and the moon was agape
Men spared no lucid constraints to colonize an outpost enroute to the plains
The blood of our descendants burned blue in our veins -
Universal councilmen tried to burrow deeper but they knew it was vain
All was still on the moonscape, no fluid to move the terrain
We were purposely immersed in earthen breed contaminents -
There were once apocalyptic visions of burning tr...
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The Monolith

Posted by Erik Moshe on Friday, April 13, 2012, In : Rhymed Verses 



"Mark your constellation grids, calendars, emancipation scorecards
We're approaching the North Star"

The brotherhood, the mothership.
The nebulus cumulus clouds stretching over the land of the coveted
On tornado watch, the guard tower, in it's galaxical central silence
Providing the living populations with a form of monumental guidance
Above the span of war zone it waits, in morning haze
By the EARTHDOME where the fallen machines once swarmed the gate
Biomega hovercraft winged being, gaseo...
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Rap is Deadpool

Posted by Erik Moshe on Friday, April 13, 2012, In : Rhymed Verses 



Drumrolls, curtains, we took the commoner's precipice
Now the godcatchers look upon us as treachorous
If they say humankind is gone with the nethermist
We'll uprise the sinking continents with blinking monoliths
Until spheres of warmth and light exist within our submissive consciousness
You live on a futile Earth that surrounds you, the blue cirrus around you
The universes confound you, if you can cruise the lunar surface
And assume it's purpose - supernovas embody the tragedies of life...
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Beyond the Tangible

Posted by Erik Moshe on Friday, April 13, 2012, In : Rhymed Verses 

From 2009,


There's no room in the darkness for saints
When the revolution starts to constrain
Beyond the luminous harbors the strange

Gaze closer, you'll find vixens at eye's breadth filtering mind sex
People distinguished by crime debt huddled beneath the withering pinecrest
Engineered us to stand on our own two feet with stilts on our hind legs
Take a good look at the air above the Coliseum's dome
Radiation always loved to watch bodies decompose
Preying on carcasses of polytheist clones caught ...

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Detergent Clean-Up (feat. EyeRaC)

Posted by Erik Moshe on Friday, April 13, 2012, In : Rhymed Verses 

(written sometime in 2009)


The durex is out had to purex their mouths!
The durex is out had to purex their mouths!


instrumentals battered in dirt, devoured by more rocks
fable writtens scattered the earth…empowered by CLOROX
is a new Don(DAWN) symbolizing the XTRA Pay back
they scream gats…Im MR. CLEAN strapped Spraying my AJAX
creatively blast GLADES like a volcano to ash raid
I can dish.water in a TIDE get u drowned in my CASCADE
SNUGGLE the cash pay…ERA sponsored by mere riches?
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Circumcised Sirens, Abandonment of Time (feat. NoteBook.)

Posted by Erik Moshe on Thursday, April 12, 2012, In : Rhymed Verses 

Circumcised Sirens, Abandonment of Time


Oh, horror.
You're so harboured in the cavern of thought.
Antagonist caught in a pattern, distraught.
Normality swallows reality, vomits it out for balance as apathy's lost,
but found again upon a canopy, rationing hearts…
A snowy marsh covered in broken glass and frozen ice amongst the homes we have will lead to mostly bad forensic science.
Testify against a demon in a sweatshirt bleeding from the neck, eating the pieces of a dead bird?
Teething on the ...
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Dr. Deranged Love, or How I Learned to Shrug the Bomb

Posted by Erik Moshe on Thursday, April 12, 2012, In : Rhymed Verses 

Dr. Deranged Love, or How I Learned to Shrug the Bomb

Paradise was exhausted, with rhubarb rocks that seemed to smolder
Peace was over, the tint of the land turned butterscotch from heat exposure
Grungy, hot Korean odors embraced a sodden people’s focus
Every top Parisian soldier smoking black dust with mausoleum locusts
An ugly beauty revealed on the battle field - Coliseum ogress
The demand for fuel disbanded rural honesty, put economies in toasters
Humans dealt a stiff hand in this dichotomy ...

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Posted by Erik Moshe on Saturday, April 7, 2012, In : Rhymed Verses 

Hunchback leviathan in the remnants of Notre Dame
Holds in his palm a sparrow spinning tendrils of sober song
with no memory focused on, the cold temperature bolsters on
Bolshevik bronze petals settled - soul benders had shoulder launched
Oak timbers that convulsed with mulch exhaust, plant life mostly gone
A couple weeds poked through holes in the scorched asphalt every hopeless dawn
For a machine it had an icy demeanor, two synthetic eyes like frozen ponds
In the corrosive fog, within himself he...
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Grotesque Silence of a Homophony (feat. NoteBook)

Posted by Erik Moshe on Saturday, April 7, 2012, In : Rhymed Verses 

& Vulgar.

seeking beauty in pulled strings...

Tight-rope around the trachea.
Caught inside of your hold, your rounded labia.
Throat without escape and lust has grown profound and makeshift, love the choking sound so tainted,
it's the toneless shout a sadist wants.
You can coat my clouds with pain and blood.
I feed off of the open mouth with papercuts.
The corners of these lips stretched by the Chelsea Grin delusionist.
Held me in the lucid bliss then bent the creases left between the emp...

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The Congressman and the Mechanic (feat. Sign7)

Posted by Erik Moshe on Saturday, April 7, 2012, In : Rhymed Verses 

Sign7 …The Congressman
He opens his eyes thoughts marred by how far lord seems…
Cuz he sleeps on a concrete mattress, under cardboard sheets…
Oblivious to how considerably harsh his pain is…
No choice but not to care bout only ownin a cart an blanket…
First thing he remembers thinkin is “Why does she touch me?…
When I slide to the side why does she sigh cryin “Why won’t you love me?”…
He denied no one’s loving he…….lacked the ability…
To assume the role of a rationa...

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Internet Explorer: Logoff Warning

Posted by Erik Moshe on Saturday, April 7, 2012, In : Rhymed Verses 

The Bill of Rights prohibits censory; that’s what freedom epitomizes…
Stop trying to legitimize assemblies of internet police.
If you’re tryna toss my salad - give me some vinaigrette at least
This is no smoke alarm, I’m just tokin’ on this info-sect cigarette in peace
When at work under strict contigencies, chicks are disturbing to me
I’ve been at this computer so long the skin of my fingers have merged with the keys
The mission is simple, deter harmful mergers that curb our words supe...
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Taking the Plunge

Posted by Erik Moshe on Saturday, April 7, 2012, In : Rhymed Verses 

Mankind exists in a hopeless condition, a slope of it’s own bogus volition
Show your admission tickets and you can own your own ridiculous vision
Military run states, moral peripherals twisted with poor conditions never lifted
Warlord supervision, forcefed foragers horded into torturous prisons
Unloading buckets of dystopian fiction onto the shores of a torrid Olympus
Peacekeepers claim technology is their course but the lord is the mission
People camped out in the ruins of NYC - the Waldorf Asto...
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Rediscovery of the Excavated Man

Posted by Erik Moshe on Sunday, March 4, 2012, In : Rhymed Verses 

God speaks through HIM, without the means to find a medium
the rise of helium prices preceded him in a life of mindless tedium
Divine resilience, he dined with Brazilians
in his studies he admired the Indians, in his mind he was brilliant
stone mason, stone carvings, stone basin, stones thrown at a stone cottage
somewhere past the stone age he lost it - in the snow, alone & exhausted
A frog in a moshpit, trampled, a winged moth that was frostbit
starving, head in the sand like he was crossed with an...
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Don't tell me you've never given the Grim Reaper a dark look.

Posted by Erik Moshe on Sunday, March 4, 2012, In : Rhymed Verses 

Just freeflowing...

Killing hesitation through clockwork, I am the top searched suffix
An invisible hand manipulating Mankind like sock puppets
The reason why you met your masters and they awkwardly stuttered -
Your strings were cheaply made from flea markets and bunkers
The harvest has suffered, no scarecrows sprouting ‘round the swarms of the buzzards
And a bloody algae violates the reaches of the field that the frost hasn’t covered
No legionare Jihads in the jungles, just target marksmen mobb...
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Posted by Erik Moshe on Saturday, February 11, 2012, In : Rhymed Verses 



1,035, the year to remember
The first signs of manhood had nearly developed
Original coordinate, and that's only a part of it
On the getaway with the terrestrial taxi driver with African origin
Naturally, the thicker the fume a particular mood
The use of streams and landforms, lose power at the peak of a tune
Only one peek, it keeps on missing while the earlobes drifting
Just another contaminated organism harming the ecosystem
Take the knowledge of what you know today
Imagine eve...

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Posted by Erik Moshe on Saturday, February 11, 2012, In : Rhymed Verses 



What comes next is the summer glow
And why roots only spread when they're planted in the undergrowth
The universe circulating, I'll search in sight of
Observe from my space and begin to process the word survival
Read this information - what it contains, I'm running in search of
The end of everything, because certainly there is an end to everything
But nothing is certain.
3rd time around, you've got the hang of an individual person
Take no sides, no prisoners, no women or children

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Posted by Erik Moshe on Saturday, February 11, 2012, In : Rhymed Verses 




Daily rituals,
The feeling when you're getting up
Jungle fever, if it bleeds it's worth ridding of,
Slowly, smoldering, inching up the upholstery
How can you not catch the revolution?
First of all, you've been looking this long
Self defense isn't murder, so don't look at me wrong.
A black cat walked past and superstition collapsed the gutter
Inhale the words through one nostril, your words go out the other
Escaban Taliban Alkatraz madness, bamboo cabbage tattoo bandage
Which means...

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Posted by Erik Moshe on Saturday, February 11, 2012, In : Rhymed Verses 



In my hoody sweating a feverish tone, background of white, beekeepers and swarms
It's all one big monkey business, the street is my home
Interpret it how you want to, you've been believing this long
One teahouse apartment building the Cheech and the Chong
One step and my kneebones creaking, feed the feeble at dawn
Skin is peeling my palms are bleeding, falling off the mezzanine, the crystal beam key to the bomb, Thenstead of discussing where your people are from
Suck up the m...

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Posted by Erik Moshe on Saturday, February 11, 2012, In : Rhymed Verses 


Be a dictator when I grow up, throw a few anchors around
When my knees sprout dead weeds and my hardship sinks to the ground
Awaiting the wind to guide the strand of weight in my hand
When it's all gone I've still got my 3 acres of land
Everything builds off another so I pray as a man
Sit and soak in the rural warmth, aim for a tan
Aim for a plan, that trickles down the roots of rebellious folks
Grainy armies of farmers aiming to stem their own rebellion's hope
Spend a crummy summe...

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Posted by Erik Moshe on Saturday, February 11, 2012, In : Rhymed Verses 



"A man of his revenue, at the eve of the war -
Standing in a canyon of residue"

If you think green, then the forest survives in the inner me
When war is not an option, reuse the energy
Earth's most powerful industry - do you speak of the profit?
The hive's population, always keep a leaf in my pocket
Land lord of the mountain, burnt tires and car seats -
Steam from the carcass resonated through wildfires and palm trees
One citrus weed manages to rise through the concrete.
Pack a pair...

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Posted by Erik Moshe on Saturday, February 11, 2012, In : Rhymed Verses 

SURVIVAL GUIDE Vol. 1 - Vulgar

Struggle to survive, keep to the jungle ground floor
Alone in the warzone - run home in the downpour
Adapt to the environment, wildfire spectrum, lay in the heat
Follow the water source, arrive at the end of the rubble
And before you return to your daily life - REMEMBER THE STRUGGLE.
Join an environmental organization, climb a mountain again
REASON TO LIVE - Little black girl going down with...

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Posted by Erik Moshe on Saturday, February 11, 2012, In : Rhymed Verses 

Light of brethren, we all question the right to question -
but never question the growth of the dead descendants bestowed
There's a world beneath, forget what you know.
If the human eye is within a telescope's boundaries
Then the power of electricity is envisioned through a telescope's batteries
The morning dew tells us that we've come ashore it seems
Human cores recede with the arrival of the warship beams
Mortals are born to breathe in continuance to form and teem

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Posted by Erik Moshe on Saturday, February 11, 2012, In : Rhymed Verses 

I think there’s heaven for the Buddhist, G, and the Christian
Listen, There’s no science behind it all we just transition
How the Afterlife looks to US depends on our belief of it
While the galaxy moves in its rotation just try to think a bit
No disrespect but why do you think that we're all disconnected?
Don’t we all have the same thoughts during our introspection?
Not the exact same but it all comes from the origin
In my afterlife, there’s starry scenes with flybys of aborted ki...

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BRB, gonna go get struck by lightning. (feat. Orc & Schematic)

Posted by Erik Moshe on Friday, February 10, 2012, In : Rhymed Verses 


I once found Peloponnese where creatures dwell with no breath,
..location: at a netherworlds depth,
In empyrean fashion I felt evils passion freeing ANY that Zeus's metal hold gets.
Crashing through Elysian gates singing to any angels feeling distaste,
Humming a deathly tune of ineptitude whilst freeing the place.
My mindframe is reversed facing angels & worse that's set to unfurl:
I'd say it's a curse - now, the death of the world.
Burd's seeking a dying crush from a giants touch ..
I lon...
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Farewell Carpenters (feat. Half Wit It)

Posted by Erik Moshe on Friday, February 10, 2012, In : Rhymed Verses 

Half Wit It

A walk to remember, back when the thought of it didn't hurt.
We built a life together - the splinters are still immersed.
Quench this bitter thirst; a purpose that vengeance serves.
These many twisted memories are footprints in dented dirt.
Wordless, I've learned to vent the rigorous turbulence.
This mirror's forgetful so the ripples make perfect sense.
I found the graves in our happy place and disturbed them.
The road to perdition, doesn't have any curves to bend.
Bury me in Germany - or ...
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Creed of the Scholar Djinn (feat. Orc)

Posted by Erik Moshe on Friday, February 10, 2012, In : Rhymed Verses 


Pancreas cracked in four, on all fours -
Lord of the broadsword, on an airship screening Pangea's lost tours
Bizarre islets, a crossed iris, in the land of the Concord
The survival of our species - a Good Samaritan's lost cause
Talk's cheap, but that's what I have the automatic for
Shipwreck full of Zealand rum, bullet shards by the dragon hoards
In a crag of war, with a bloodsteel fraggled core
Credit our perilous errands to the slowly perishing capricorn
Kerrigan's savage lore is what the bar...
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The Flying Papyrus Moniker & The Cydonian Lighthouse (feat. Orc)

Posted by Erik Moshe on Friday, February 10, 2012, In : Rhymed Verses 

"Will humankind only be satisfied when journeys into space become readily available and affordable?" 
- Jules Verne

Sworn to protect it..
The helm stops. Men drop through the Sand formed by Hugh the Hand,
The truth of man fell as the Lord of The Nexus withdrew his plans..
In a cell block on Hellrock. Trapped in a mad den scribes a tunic'd man,
The Deadclock ticks as he moves his hands -
His boredom perplexes. Still, The tools of the Stupid stand.
Ocean water revokes the border, there's no provoking ...
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Down for Whatever (feat. Destroyer)

Posted by Erik Moshe on Friday, February 10, 2012, In : Rhymed Verses 


I'm here to destroy fools, with ploys, u should have known by my very nomenclature
my stature boasts implements of an incendiary vocal nature
placed in solitude based solely on acts of solo misbehavior
blood from my wounds saved and revered like i was a parochial savior
and I'll choke u like a loco Vader, via satellite I bring doom
dark orchestras start the tune when I, death, march into the room
and ladies? they swoon over my dead poetic rhetoric
I'm in the tomb, u ain't pullin no poon wit...

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'The Riddle's the Answer' - (feat. David Lama, Destroyer & FreshADiddle)

Posted by Erik Moshe on Friday, February 10, 2012, In : Rhymed Verses 
David Lama

why work hard when it feels like we’re destined to fall?
trying to create new forms of energy cuz we got none left in our souls
obama’s speeches used to make the public wanna go rejoice
talk of change going on 4 years with the only change being his tone of voice
everything about our economy is just fucking dead wrong
cutting taxes isn’t enough anymore, we need to cut some heads off
til' these bigots start honoring free health care & medicine
our people been imprisoned by poverty but ...

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A Darkly Fiction (feat. Destroyer)

Posted by Erik Moshe on Friday, February 10, 2012, In : Rhymed Verses 

First edition dark fiction, causin' synapses to spark into action
Carcasses thrashin, smashin glasses and piling up marked victims
Prize fighters with belligerently sick whims, in live cyphers
throwing down gloves... letting hits in, smiling white through the crimson
twisted chef sharpening knives in the kitchen
slicing up ribbons, hordes of foreign spices - no ingredients missin
blastin bastards with sentences sentenced to half-past in the dimness
How's this for a darkly humorous image?

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Sacred Memoirs of the Twin Reapers (feat. Eviscerate)

Posted by Erik Moshe on Friday, February 10, 2012, In : Rhymed Verses 

The Nethergate is dark. Renovated, they’ll never break apart
Inseminate the stars… biblical, wait ‘til we get to the revelation part
How can you get your beauty sleep when there’s a leather face at large?
The way your heads separated it’ll look like a misused exclamation mark
I’m a crossbreed goblin with multifaceted problems… a wallet made from Dolly Parton
Mollywhoppin’ these Polly Pockets… filling their nasal passages with Stalin toxins
The sawdust in their nostrils soften the...
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Yamaguchi's Army

Posted by Erik Moshe on Friday, February 10, 2012, In : Rhymed Verses 

"Yamaguchi's Army"

Lemon hues engulf the green grass of the morning arena
His pale robes sported choleric along the spores of sepia
Lord of subpoenas who summoned students to be scorned then defeated
Sparring Spartans who had sparse in common at a martial arts convention
- with the force of Geneva, contortionist leapers, like hornets and demons
Those who were born in the region were destined to rest at the core of the legion
Subordinate teachings, never a chore for a weakling -
The type of combat ...
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Origami Boy

Posted by Erik Moshe on Friday, February 10, 2012, In : Rhymed Verses 

Origami Boy

He was a mindful youth, a far cry from the silver spoonfed Aryan cupboard
“It’s off to the ovens for the soulless turds” were words his companions carelessly uttered
From the bleachers observing they'd watch candidly as people disbanded and suffered
Is this the skin of a superior person? He ran his hands up his face like a serious surgeon
But he couldn’t see the assertion, he was in a dream that was hurtful
The Jewish family down the street didn’t seem to deserve this evil sub...
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The Gates... of Hell?

Posted by Erik Moshe on Friday, February 10, 2012, In : Rhymed Verses 

The greatest trick the devil ever pulled…was the plug.

What myths to safely dismantle, to make saints and sages entranced through…
Indoctrination, locked as patrons, incarcerated, intangible -
Aboriginals embalmed by the psalms that predate them as ‘Angels or Animals’
Series of messages in bottles of tainted blood transported by Arabian canticles
Based upon the same Pagan vernacular that Satan’s draped in a sacred pentagonal
But in actuality, we’re cavemen who lack fuel unable to gauge...

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“The Looking-Glass with a Sense of Humor”

Posted by Erik Moshe on Friday, February 10, 2012, In : Rhymed Verses 

“The Looking-Glass with a Sense of Humor”

Alastor’s Exotic Findings vendor at the flea market seemed to be goading him in
From the smell of magic carpet fabrics to a melodious smoke from within
Sullivan, a psychologist who was in town for business, eyed Napoleon’s coat in a tin
But it was probably fake - a further look down the same aisle he found the Joker’s syringe
“My patients need smiles desperately” he mused, before being approached by an elderly man
Alastor greeted Sullivan warm...

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Ledge of Darkness (feat. NoteBook..)

Posted by Erik Moshe on Friday, February 10, 2012, In : Rhymed Verses 


I said let's collaborate, converge, break

- beats on doomsday like 'it's compatible with birthdays!'
The greatest trick the devil ever pulled
- was convincing himself he even mattered in the first place..

Enter cryogenesis - biochemists guide pylon exodus
Bygones of the Saigon tetanus think twice for mice & meningitis human life percentages
Life is strenuous… such nice commemoratives
Packaged tightly in a crumbling bundle of love lust
The shadows of the cliff eclipsing the strum of funneli...
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Debunking the <3

Posted by Erik Moshe on Friday, February 10, 2012, In : Rhymed Verses 

What does the heart know on it’s own?
Is it an object of love or just symbology?
Or maybe something with substance, possibly a greater level of cardiology
Facing the peril of clotted arteries, a jogger’s beat lacing the treble for starving artistry
Practice makes perfect, so try plyometrics, compromise your cybernetics
The divine aesthetic seen through the mind’s eye of a blinded biochemist
When timelessness dries and reddens, mortality rates reach a high percentage
I don’t want to be tha...
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Until elsewhere is the place to be.

Posted by Erik Moshe on Friday, February 10, 2012, In : Rhymed Verses 

"Can you imagine what I would do if I could do all I can?"
Sun Tzu

Under the Tuscan moonscape division… who waits to listen?
Pearly white-bronze beneath a milky breast plate - only the dulce was missin’
Back when the days were golden and El Dorado was under construction
The sky above predominantly sunny, beaming against my face in a Kuwaiti fission
Preconditioned, predestined, predisposed to be a pediatrician for intermediate chitlins
The star children casted rubles into the well at world’s...
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Look… just bend the fucking spoon. (feat. Destroyer)

Posted by Erik Moshe on Friday, February 10, 2012, In : Rhymed Verses 

"The mind that has no fixed aim loses itself, for, as they say, to be everywhere is to be nowhere."

Look… just bend the fucking spoon.


my metaphorical fissions in dark days are prone to be immune to fear
like historical visions that spark plagues, u won't find a human here
apocolypse now. stock up on canned food & reserves on ur shelf
but when u realize there is no spoon, u see all that bends is urself
I walk thru corridors of lurid whores whose smiles make me crave to kill th...
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The Legend of Pavlock Olivander

Posted by Erik Moshe on Friday, February 10, 2012, In : Rhymed Verses 

"The Legend of Pavlock Olivander"

Pavlock Olivander had a vitruvian soul - so intuitive, whole
Whose sole pursuit was the crude; yet the task of tapping black gold eluded him so
He’d searched the dry, sodden earth with the help of his prized moniker
On his hands and knees for days at a time with sizeable seismometers
But by god, the work was useless and discouragement started taking it’s toll
He believed his patience would make his piggybank overflow -
And it was hot as Satan in the mines, so...

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You're a ghost to most before they even notice.

Posted by Erik Moshe on Friday, February 10, 2012, In : Rhymed Verses 

You’re a ghost to most before they even notice.

In the age of the oracle knights, this page is a horrible sight
And the universe is a dark coastal stretch save for the carnival lights
The sepulchral reside, abnormally wise casting questions to the holy fleets
“Is time a real estates man and can properties of the soul be leased?”
Warm pulsation of ghostly cheeks, vision inundated
Sophisticate serrated - spirituality is contemptuous enslavement
The most diminutive beings imaginable belong to ...

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A great-granddaughter named Nebuchanezzar

Posted by Erik Moshe on Friday, February 10, 2012, In : Rhymed Verses 

To My Great Granddaughter

Time is… the sketchy Jehovah’s witness rapping at death’s ivory’s door
Taking vacations to see you didn’t always rest well with the tech advisory boards
Continuum recoil theory - it’s all a part of the science
Autumn collides with, the parchment I’ve scribed in, the darkened papyrus
It was always my job for providing you a future that didn’t involve dissolving horizons
My voice always surrounded you like the blue colossus Orion
I wasn’t there for your moth...
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I. Foundation

Posted by Erik Moshe on Friday, February 10, 2012, In : Rhymed Verses 
I. Foundation

There’s bloodlust in the compost and it’s more than I can bear
As cords of hybrid snares morph to Mordecai’s despair
Choruses of pouring light soak the dolomite supports until the sulfur-irons scorch
One can always expect those colder nights up north, no Folgers, pipe or broth
The sun soothes it’s fragile bones through the art of war to mobilize the source
As the seeds take the journey through the strata stream like Moses’ plight
Global strikes enforced, putting an end to fer...
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Forests of Brooklyn

Posted by Erik Moshe on Sunday, July 17, 2011, In : Rhymed Verses 

Forests of Brooklyn
He was the merriest of man, never weathered by imperious command
He’d stand, in the deserts of Iran above a nomad’s face half buried in the sand
He put his ear to the artillery shell… how could the overzealous understand?
Unfulfilled human memories, he pooled his energies
In a war of lingering ignorance - who’s the ally and who’s the enemy?
Democracy - a foolish industry, Moorish, crude, bemused with liberty
Genghis Khan with his sword of Günter morphed to a ...

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The art of pulling over a Volvo.

Posted by Erik Moshe on Sunday, July 17, 2011, In : Rhymed Verses 

Approach and identify the threat, and make sure the bass is turned low. Inch your way to the driver’s side, whilst keeping a safe distance..
The art of pulling over a Volvo…
Is not exactly a tale of suburban street patrol -
Gothic automobile factories don’t perturb the sleepless souls
Mustache is brushwire soaked in collard greens and cornbread
Favorite episode of Ren & Stimpy projected on his greasy forehead
Pigs vs. Narcs at the Dragon buffet, Acuras tagged by the gauge
Yakuza’s cla...

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Texas Terror Crusades

Posted by Erik Moshe on Sunday, July 17, 2011, In : Rhymed Verses 

The sheriff approached the gunslinger in the shantytown
Hand me down bullets readily put to use handily now -
Drifter colony templars, embryonic skin granary brown
Warlords who draw wealth from the chemical well where humanity drowned
Stampedes of insanity crowd with their United Nations amnesty crowns
"It's all been planned, bastards. Can you herd these lambs any damn faster?!"
Canyon land bastions of emerald, gold, and palewhitehorse for the grandmasters
Helium rays hit, the sand bags lift -
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Ancient Astronauts

Posted by Erik Moshe on Sunday, July 17, 2011, In : Rhymed Verses 

"Perhaps you will believe the million feet of film that's been taken above...uh... Mexico City, and various other places--if you think that you are alone in this universe
or that you are the guardians of this universe, then you are rudely mistaken.."
- Books of Blood The Coming of Tan, Jedi Mind Tricks

The spanning Orion's where they plan to reside in
Infrared phantom horizons, a dead planet’s alignment
As the red sands shift over our damaged alliance
I struggle to squint with their hellish b...

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“Seeds of Vengeance...In The City of the Damned” Part 1

Posted by Erik Moshe on Sunday, July 17, 2011, In : Rhymed Verses 

“Seeds of Vengeance...In The City of the Damned”

Bronx, NY - 1968

Malcolm was curled up, metal rungs clung to his knees
In the darkness of the Bronx sewer, under the street, far from where the public could see
He fumbled with speech, wished his body wasn’t battered but it wasn’t to be
Sewer mud in his teeth, mixed with bloody lungs thumped into meat
His half severed hand slapped against the wall, a shaman’s death drum in the deep
“There is superstitioussssss… writing on the walllll...

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Quick 'Time Machine' themed verse

Posted by Erik Moshe on Sunday, July 17, 2011, In : Rhymed Verses 

He took a glance at the knobs and wires
Timescape's suspension sphere, fossilize the copper vials
He wished he'd have brought a bible, his eccentrics with the Ecclestias
had the parchment piled in this planetarium of throbbing light spools
The Richard Dawkins files, embarked to Zion on lost recitals
This strangely new prolonged life on darkened isles - I knew the gods would smile
In the historical sense it was probably treason
as travelers branched out to spread the sacred words from the psa...

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“The Chronicle of the Timeslaves”

Posted by Erik Moshe on Sunday, July 17, 2011, In : Rhymed Verses 

The children of cholera laugh at you in apparent aptitude
Stranded in a lair on Babel’s moon -
The eyes of the infidel remain staring back at you

“Ayatollah dipped in zinc - iron toga tinted pink…”

The most impure of the tree czars - his swollen physique parched
He’d conduct yoga on a green plain with supernovas in each palm
He told of besieged arks - the frozen thrones of the sea larks
On an ocean of beach barbs filled with coral reefs infested by boreal leech moths
The lifeblood of the ...
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“Olaf the Bear & the Smoldering Sibannac”

Posted by Erik Moshe on Sunday, July 17, 2011, In : Rhymed Verses 

He was a lone hermit, the most earnest, a home furnished
From his work as a gnome surgeon he’d learned from his Lord Turin
An old merchant, rather droll, dervish; solely took solace in soul searches
His moral teachings helped bestow him with a stony composure and purpose
Slippers on his feet, comfy, as a small pile of oaks burned in a coal furnace
Headed out to the backyard patch to pick herbs when -
Olaf saw smoke rising from the forest by the westward lake..
The bear reasoned, ‘if it...
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Captain Corrigan, is that you?

Posted by Erik Moshe on Sunday, July 17, 2011, In : Rhymed Verses 

Balthazar of the Bermudan fleet considers Salazar and his inhuman league
As the clouds have parted from the lunar sea, outer darkness is consumed in He…
Used to be, a brutish sheikh with the shrewdest youth to make Anubis bleed
The type to get in bed and spoon with beasts imprudently -
Ruthless in his lunacy, Buddhist to a new degree, lucidly entombed then freed
Collecting heads from Nubian baboon regimes..
Improving blueprints only few could see..
The atmosphere was scorching hot, humid fro...

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"Why I hate blind dates"

Posted by Erik Moshe on Sunday, July 17, 2011, In : Rhymed Verses 
Eve Angelica was evangelical - a Christian in her heart
On a blind date with a dashing young stud named Christian at the park
He was a critic, and she was an absolute BEAST at the ministry of art
When he could feel chemistry had sparked, Christian started playing it subtly
He brought up the word sex and they engaged in it comfortably
His eyes glinting with longingness, nostrils flared, he gazed at her lustfully
Emotions erupting with potent substances, she moved closer and touched him
They kissed in...
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“Billy Krazinski…is a cyborg?”

Posted by Erik Moshe on Sunday, July 17, 2011, In : Rhymed Verses 

The murmur of thunder guides the streams - power hunger, pride, and greed
Lynch a man with a gatling gun stapled to his arms - it'll justify the means
Floating mega cities over formaldehyde jungles lined with trees
are just a separate function of the bustling slums that lie beneath
I’m here to announce that the time vassals are back home..
turns out bridges between portal worlds have no gargoyle statues or black holes
I, Humanoid, changing the soundtrack to Asimov’s progressive rock
I don’t ...
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Consecration of the House

Posted by Erik Moshe on Sunday, July 17, 2011, In : Rhymed Verses 

The Strausses scout alone, in a courtyard of scalded stone
And calloused chrome, a devout commode in consecration of our house & home
Strange theories of lily pad equations counting toads -
Or water molecules in mountain snow
High strung on Marlow Talbot’s own embargo fashioned load
Airship mosques and palace drones all en guard to battle zones
The burglar’s voice a hollow baritone - call it the fall of Navarone
Porches of Victorian estates enamored with the dusty moss of Alamo
Nicorette patches...
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Propaganda in the Mornin'

Posted by Erik Moshe on Sunday, July 17, 2011, In : Rhymed Verses 

and a sprinkle of patriotism.

Opera house in a strange meadow, the phantom in autumn leaflets
Tempura orange lake waters entrenched in dissolvent creases
Tadpoles scramble through jaundice regions like a dance of the Polynesians
Incense rises above the ibis as the tribes ignite candles of chronic tree skin
The civilized man, curse his soul - such a cancerous ball of treason
witch doctors vanished after they had our garrison marred with lesions
Tectonic plates at needlepoint -
If you ...
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HAPPY JUDGEMENT DAY! - Half, Orc, Origin'ILL, Vulgar

Posted by Erik Moshe on Sunday, July 17, 2011, In : Rhymed Verses 


I've got a way with desecrating this native language: sick puns.
The rest is a vague blur cause his wretched behavior eclipsed suns.
Being held in contempt's no better than exemption..
I plead the fifth since intense hellish symptoms left the devil singed some.
I've killed the innocent, and sealed them within demented emblems.
My victims are still women though..or feminine civilians in general.
This hymn's an ode for when the villain's gloatin..
He was sent to kill men so no sentimental emotions...
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God Blues Pt. 2

Posted by Erik Moshe on Sunday, July 17, 2011, In : Rhymed Verses 

Speak your language of the loose tongues, earn your stripes or strive to be a zebra
Soul dry from fleece and cedar - dangling from the skies of Iwo Jima

Dresden never smelled like this, it's bleeding my mirth
Heineken lager overflows the reservoirs so we can enjoy freedom in spurts
It re-occurs in my dreams in a blur, I believe it - I'm sure I can see them disperse
Armies of quazi-argonauts aboard a giant yak with needles and spurs
Or maybe this is just the league of absurd -
And I'm the amputee co...
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The Ringbearer of Osanja

Posted by Erik Moshe on Sunday, July 17, 2011, In : Rhymed Verses 

From the deserts of Gobi to the snow mountains of Siberia...
Wayne Gretsky's eyes ripe with a pained hunger - he slices his blades under
The ice of a gray tundra and in between slopes reminiscing the life of a blade runner
Out in the middle of nowhere, the decision was sinister; he's a little bit nervous
Wondering if the cynical version of God led him here to perform some ritual service
"This hologram is strange... I've followed the contour lines and individual circuits..
and in my mind, body and ...

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I go door to door like...

Posted by Erik Moshe on Sunday, July 17, 2011, In : Rhymed Verses 

Consider your choices - hazelnut chocolates, the cherry of Mary Magdalene
Mostly Mona Lisa smiles back, then they tell me I'm very badgering
Putting their fists in my face like Kelly Pavlik
- and any ravishment is met with rudeness in many instances
Witness Jehovah's witnesses witnessing the pillage of innocents
Mahogany wood architecture built from the kin of minutemen denizens
If I poked my maniacal head out of the frame like Nicholson I'd splinter the images
You've come to percieve as the truth ...
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Opium Paradise Under Siege

Posted by Erik Moshe on Sunday, July 17, 2011, In : Rhymed Verses 
Clutch your last hope close, Susie - the creatures are breaking and entering
Shaking the pendulum, releasing midnight blue crusaders raiding your trachea's jettison
Should've listened to daddy and stopped taking the Ritalin
That vein of darkness consuming your every need, raping your innocence
Can't escape this pallid race as talons scrape you to little bits
I remember the night you got pregnant - the shroud of light in its presence
Then the ethereal griffins descended from the stalactites of perce...
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They built the pyramids..

Posted by Erik Moshe on Sunday, July 17, 2011, In : Rhymed Verses 

It was magic by moonlight, water upon rock
Civilized men cast sacred limestones that would foster the long ark
It was wind, sand, and Arabian knights, a radiant strife
Clay drenched hands stretched over our homosapien plight
War had failed to blow it to pieces, this consortium of ruinous sequence
It was I who brought them canteens of replenishing fluid from Eden
Deathdealing blocks of red granite, they caught us red handed
Thieving the golden tombs of pharaohs, that's the cost of dead bandits
Great g...

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Flight of the Condor

Posted by Erik Moshe on Sunday, July 17, 2011, In : Rhymed Verses 

Desert plague was stirring under the Chilean sunset
A lone condor lowered amongst the vermillion dust specs
It cautiously descended to the tundra and began to circle
An wise creature with dull bronze plumage and a hint of tannish purple
The carnage was baking in the sun, but it wasn't frothing yet
Without any cause of threat, the bird lowered to enthralling depths
It leaped back at the sight of a small child slain upon the tulips
Cities had become wastelands, people made the wrong improvements
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Presenting the Human Oddity Odyssey...

Posted by Erik Moshe on Sunday, July 17, 2011, In : Rhymed Verses 

Presenting the Human Oddity Odyssey

Welcome to the freakshow of...
Exotic Amazonian erotic pandemonium
Black and white photography and bowls of smokin' golden opium
Spider goddesses in stilettos as they wearily strut it
As red-lit faces at the bar prompt another bloody mary induction
Sectarian Russians come by the hundreds
Just to make quick work of their nuclear Bavarian lunches
Bearded women engage in intimate friction to the blaring percussion
Twirling their Viking braids, it's apparent they love ...
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Autonomous Robots

Posted by Erik Moshe on Sunday, July 17, 2011, In : Rhymed Verses 

Russian Robotics, Central Operations Facility - Samara, Russia
Colonel Dmitry's Office

Niko: Excuse me sir, there's been a problem in the G2-Prototype programming division
It seems that there was an error in the Human Culture data commuting engine
Colonel Dmitry: Not surprised. Those goofs always make the most careless decisions!
I'm off lunch in 5, can you brief me? Looks like you're eager to tell.
Niko: Sir, do you remember... in the mid 19th century.. back when black people rebelled?
A few G2's ...
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Clock Strikes 2012

Posted by Erik Moshe on Sunday, July 17, 2011, In : Rhymed Verses 

Superstition binds us together for mass capital use
Just ask radical youths about depopulation through ecol i blueprints
Study the intimate finger patterns in the people I grew with..
This city had scoliosis so we reach for the shoestrings
But as zombified human cargo, I guess it's all equally useless
I'm still reaching for new things... though since this metropolis is costly
My mind's queasy with walruses marauding through the provinces of crossbreeds
Ingrained bristles in my consciousness make me ...
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Posted by Erik Moshe on Sunday, July 17, 2011, In : Rhymed Verses 

Time period: Now
Far, far a classroom within the Milky Way...

Mrs. Gingrich's notes and critique:

Hmm. Baker, I sort of liked your narrative,
but the heavily laden vocabulary makes the woes of writing perilous.
It creates a slow, dividing carapace...
For instance, an example taken from the context:
Riding on a motorbike, disparaging and polarizing Saracens...
Uhh.. frankly, the randomness is known to strike embarrassment
Listen, it’s alright if you want to explore new dimensions ...
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Posted by Erik Moshe on Sunday, July 17, 2011, In : Rhymed Verses 

Dr. Lao’s Final Solution - Why Wait? EXPERIENCE A FREE TRIAL TODAY!

Adam Wilks was a high school mathematics teacher at the peak of depressiveness
The city below a hulking mass of geometry that seemed to envelop him
His skin pale yellow bleached by sunlight into a feverish melanin
To live without reason was hell for him, so it led to this action
Terrible memories of death had entrapped him, vines of guilt wrenching and slashing
A perfect wife and daughter killed in a car crash...
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