The Golden Pen Series *returns*

[UFO the Phoenix]

The Golden Pen--Chapter 1: The Stranded (written by DaJackle)

09/01/04
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The ocean was angry that evening
her roar whipped lightning chains
chipped the veins of my ship
clipped the dreams of my crew
and the black wings of death rose from beneath
the boiling blood of her under water currents
while torrents of mermaid manifest before my eyes
carressing my cheeks with rough, rigid palms
until the salty winds gave me a breath of rebirth
coughing watered lungs and loneliness tamed heart
fooled my eyes to dilate with fear
until my senses revived the feelings in my body
and reality came back to me like a baby's first vision
after swimming the harsh sea of its mother's womb

Illusion soon eluded my third eye
the sun's glares tricked my pupils with mirages
day after day
while time froze for me, i see ships fly into my hands
when a shiny object blinded my dreamful eyes from the horizon
a bottled ship, inside
with a golden pen
and a starched papyrus

The cork was moldy and damped
i opened the bottle and retrieved the pen
gazing it behind the sillohuette of the dying sun
freedom lies in its tip
bleeding black blood but red on the papyrus
I spit rescue and help like a lost child
and spoke my dreams and visions within the barrier of starch
as each letter changed race from black to crimson red
as though each words were scorching on fire
dancing its own rhythem manipulating the clouds

the heavy air flew the papyrus out of my hands
out to the darken nimbus, dancing with the wind
till a switf lightning crashed the edges
lighting it on fire
It must have been the sirens singing to my brain
as though the squared earth was spinning in circles
and time has a wish of dying young
while the rapid movement made my blood rushed
till i collapse letting go of my hopes

when i came about
hell sounds like a busy market street
foot steps every where with wild chatters and screams for deals
my head was spinning inside out
with the hard golden pen in my hand
with the papyrus blank and clean
with my face confused and sick
when i stood up, a gust came like a rushing crowd
making my treasure fly into the busy street
"Get out of the way!" a cart driver yell
losing sight of my saviors
but
gaining my freedom
and another chance
to live



The Golden Pen--Chapter 2: Lust (Written by Poetickz)

10/01/04
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days go by when i sit isolated in my apartment, starin blankly at the white wall that stands before me.

god, i need somethin else to do to occupy my time, but watchin tv, drinking, and jackin off jus bore me.

i felt like my inner being was being sucked right out through my eyes from staring into this wall for so long.
im not religious but i began to pray, praying for god to help me, to help me find something to entertain myself, somethin that would challenge me. then one day, the answer came...but hold on....

i was walking through the busy streets of a market, shopping for the daily groceries and "reading material".

grabbed my items and went to the lady cashier i wanted to hook up with for some time to check out, i pulled my check book, but no pen, odd thing, i usually carry one with me, but as luck would have it, a strange golden pen, kicked and battered, yet still continuing to have a golden aura. as i picked it up, the weight
of the pen seemed ethereal.

as if it was floating, but restrained by the grasp of my hand. i wrote my check, gave it to the cashier i knew so well. and left with the pen.

a mistake as i would later find out, for as i observed this pen, etched in the side, a phrase, "unlock all your deepest desires within".

it seemed as if god had answered my call. i was hoping it was true. i continued my my usual nightly routine of fantasising about the cashier, and suddenly the phone rang.

stange, no one ever calls me. i answered, and a sweet feminine voice followed. it was the cashier i dreamt of so much. could this be? she wanted to meet up tonight and so to my feet i sprang.

we met up in the park that night, but somethin happend, while talking with her, i felt a sensation, feelings i couldnt control.

i felt as if i was possesed, i began grabbing her, kissing her, licking her, she resisted but all it did was make me more determined, i felt like vermin and wanted to stop, but my body wouldnt, and i dragged her into the bushes hoping to avoid the night patrol.

the night grew cold, and i continued, ripping her clothes off, muffling her screams with scraps of her shirt stuffed in her mouth. then suddenly...i blacked out....

the next morning i awoke to police draggin me off of her mamed body, bloodied, dehumanized. the police searched me, and pulled my belongings out of my pockets, including the golden pen.

and now, i sit in a cell, convicted of rape, and 2nd degree murder. staring at the blank walls again, back to where i started, except now, i have no soul within
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[UFO the Phoenix]

The Golden Pen--Chapter 3: Words of His Own

(Written By Forword aka Sole Sovereign)

11/01/04
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Two months had passed since he had done his bid
A ton of shit weighed on his mind including this golden gift
A present from a guard to go along with the check
The present from the state for his blood and sweat
Fuck the rest, he needs a page to bless
No need to blaze the sess, just get to a place and test
his steeze, he has to know
whether or not his flow had to go
He could destroy a mic before he went in
But he replaced his life then with some weights and consignment
He uncapped the golden pen and pressed the tip
What came out was something blessed and righteous
But something’s funny, these words were familiar
They were dope then, but right now they were iller
Who cares right? He just wrote it
He could give a fuck if before they were quoted
So he found some production and sought out a show and
Rocked that bitch from top to bottom
While his ego was growing
Night after night he had grown to fame
But never mind the fact it was over someone elses pain
Till one day he realized what the pen had done
Everything he hated in a bitch, he had turned into one
Looked down at a stack of papers as he got out the shower
His greatest hits in one place, rambling with power
Each page was plagarized, only words had escaped him
lonely verbs had been taken to rendevous with a pen,
of a repeat offender who said he'd never do it again.
Wiped the mirror clean, held his breath
'til he was blue in the face.
Wrote with his finger, an empty promise he knew was a waste
cus he knows how it feels, when you cant think of a line
and the thoughts are racing, but the ink's running dry.
Been on writer's block.
Been where writers flocked,
and in his worst of years seen perserverant fighters drop.
With all the expectations, he thought maybe its time to stop.
When he couldn't tap the page, and have a blazin rhyme to jot
Then he reminisced on the days before the cash was pourin'
Blinked for an instant, his life flashed before him
Picked up a notebook, he was so shook,
of his former self he was scared to just go look,
at the raps of a cat who was outta the high beams.
A cat whose fake •••els turned his neck lime green.
A lonely kid whose only bid was for the throne.
whose itchy trigger finger had no cortisone .
No more shit’s gotta end, my affair with the pen
To repair and just mend he threw it into the air and just then
He realized we’re all just here as men
We're led to the water, each man must pour his own
or his very last words, scribed on the cornerstone,
will read the regrets of a man
when not a soul is left in the stands
and the tide washed away the footprints he left in the sand
he sees himself in the mirror, eye to eye
Words of his own,
….. something to be inspired by


"The Golden Pen--Chapter 4: Where the Pen Goes, I Shall Pursue"
Written by Realms
11-22-04

Out of reach was this "gift" at one time,
Now I can only speculate if this was supposed to be.
Was I the beneficial one to come upon this pen,
It rose from the awakened orey-eyed waters somehow...
Captivating me.
Or maybe victim of such a gyp,
How can I label me victim,
Besides one of a beast,
The product of being who doesn't deserve second breaths;
Conscience no longer feeds me alibi to speak innocence,
Maybe if I blow my senseless skull
Against these wonderfully absurd blank walls...
Maybe if I
If I
I
Maybe if I...?
...Relapse...
Writing with this pen again
Ironic in its return
Curiosity to question where did the guard
Get this,
But nobody converses with a criminal
Who holds stained blood on his hands
I'm not seeing repetition,
On the side engraved the selfsame mystery
Not mysterious for my mind,
To unlock my deepest desires within
Now its taken every thought I had
From my mind.
And I relocate myself without being on or beneath the surface,
But respiring a cold hell's hoodlum, within.
Inattentive to my needs, to see Sun-harvest seeds,
So I, script the walls animating its bare cover,
With a paint and brush negotiated from some long-termer
Constituting my useless plea
To withdraw accepting me ever free
Into a place everyman claims has gates,
When I decay take my remnants into fire-cremate...
Dash my ashes over the lands, of my first encounter
I'm soon running out of red and black,
It drips down onto my hands
Mixed with my blood from a cranium that lacerates its membranes,
I rub the blend all over this crumbling place
Mindless to fall reasonless
A manifestation of lost sanity.
Hunger to inscribe but I have no tools
Why did I trade away the one
Thing my center seems to lose?
Looking for the negotiator I passed
What was mine in the beginning to
But I got word his cell's about to be vacant, damn,
Transferring to the upstate penitentiary.
...Writhing without valid cause
Except these thoughts cannot be seen
Vengeance to destroy this interior demon,
There has got to be a way to
Fly the coop and escape.

[UFO the Phoenix]

Thrilla-Ali: golden book chapter 5 - the escape

02/01/05


Guard: 20100!

20100: present

Guard: arright ya'll know what time it is boys
Guard: lets go!


20100 conscience:
headed up state to the penitentiary
was here initially for a 3-8
damn, it wasn't done intentionally
but all of us died already
since 88

guard: Eh!
guard: c'mon I ain't got all day!

20100 conscience: damn I did it!
why was I so stupid back then!

*guard gets impatient*

20100: aite I’m commin just hold on a second!

guard: well wtf you waitin for bwoy?

20100 conscience: yea I’ll go, but I won’t stay

*20100 gets aboard*




I woke up half dead! my lungs clogged with seaweed and ice
had a nightmare, that I was sentenced to life
nothing but blood everywhere, im heavily wounded
in some fucken gutter where sewage wildly oozes
I remember it like bread and butter, the thunder
from the line ups to the guards reading out my number
I remember how my mind stemmed my roots to freedom
and I remember how that fruitful thought forced me to beat'um
you see, when I hooped the pen I sharpened its end
so I could slash myself & pretend I was wounded then
guards came in, I counted 10 before I went for their coccyx
as I castrated both I went for the CO's revolver and cocked it
let off three shells for each then checked their pockets
all I found were a set of keys and three wallets
unlocked the main switch and set the others free
looked up at the rusty bars & shot at them rapidly
kicked off the window and quickly tied up my bed sheets
all I hear is mad sirens, I make my way down
shots ricochet, the sheets break, I fall flat on my face
feelin paralyzed from the waist, but I’m still running from jakes
ahead of me's a lake, so I decide to leap into my fate
I hit the water at an incredible pace, & I’ll do whatever it takes
but wait! this shit isn't fake, I was awake! now I’m dying it seems
my wounds pouring like streams, and this pen defining my scene
this nightmares not a dream.. let this pen forever more be unseen
*throws pen into the sewage system*
with these last breaths, I'm finally gonna be redeemed.

[UFO the Phoenix]

^Chapter 6 coming soon - 9/11/06 (provided by Pent Up)

Ch 7: UFO
Ch 8: Mind Soul
Ch 9: YesikaStarr
Ch 10: ?
Ch 11: ?
Ch 12: ?



1 pen thru the hands of 12 poets.....this is our story......if you want to be in this epic storybook series sign up in this thread I need 3 more poets....

[YesikaStarr]

*waves*

i was lost for a little bit.

[Nebulaz]

Whats this about?

[UFO the Phoenix]

^Its a fictional story that started 2 years ago on this board....about a magical pen that could write your deepest darkest fantasies.....whatever you wrote came true and its power would change and control the writer.....its been thru 5 hands already (5 chapters)

The story isn't over yet

[Nebulaz]

UFO send me some info on the piece and your expectations, I might be interested. Let me know if you wanna read any of my past work to see if i'm what you're looking for.

[Bhitiah]

lmao...

[HILARIONSOUL]

Hummm... this is what motivates me.?!?
When is the deadline?

[Deaf Def]

UFO i lost ur e-mail addy... i got the haiku tho... so here it is just cuz i promised you it'd be on time.