47. MC Greg Braid E 1-0 vs. 48. X Sample 1-0
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12-15-2003, 01:12 PM
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Baron Mynd
 Join Date: Jan 2002
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 Born unable to speak, he put his Heart Into Sketches No vocal Pallette, and so he'd use his Artists Perspective to Chart his Aggresion .. a Means to Release His Anger Yet His Final Portrait left critics at some what of a Cliff Hanger The meaning placed behind it was never Revealed or Seen so this is my interpertation on what this picture Means to Me . . . His inner Child walks the Stomach's Lining Afraid and Hopeless Silently Sweeping his Secrets Beneath a Wave of Emotions Attempting to Stay Focused as the pressure's Teething his Mind and Crashing Lightning interrupted the Cleavage Of The Skies the Heathen's Opened Wide .. he Breathed a Sigh of Disbelief As he Doubled Back, Awestruck at the Sight He'd Seen the Lightning Ceased at that moment, something was Reaching Out Suddenly two Glaring Eyes had appeared Beneath the Clouds Piercing Down on the Youth, it's mouth Opened to say Something He realised it was His Conscience speaking to him From With In . . . "Listen to what i tell you, as i won't Say This Twice These portrait's were All Leading Up to you Paying The Price and Taking Your Life inevitably, as Depicted In This Painting With your Back To The World and the Distance Fading Plus you feel Caved In .. shown by Your Hostile Surroundings The Low Sky, Closing Ocean and Colossal Mountains. but you've Lost It Now & there's Tears on Saddened Faces As your Work's Admirers see your Death as a Talent Wasted It seems Faced With constant critics, & a Deficiancy of Speech Led you into a Bout with Depression, leaving you Mentally Weak the Abstract Scenes you depicted were actually Due To Ya Madness This wasn't a Brush with Death, it was Suicide On The Canvas" Peace. Last edited by MC Greg Braid E; 12-17-2003 at 12:55 PM. |
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12-17-2003, 10:14 PM
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watch me shine
 Join Date: May 2003
Location: in yo sisters bed
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 We must be quiet, we dont want to break the silence, He potrays elegance, in the manner of his defiance Ive studied him for years, and its become quite clear, That this knights triumphs, have only brought him tears Now pause a moment people, as we gaze on him from afar, I know his stark beauty makes us feel, closer than we are But a tale must be told, of a glorious time now old, In which this aging knights footsteps have now grown cold Studying his anguished frame now, with his head hung low, Its easy to forsake good memories, of a time long ago Born of a poor man, his childhood was planned, To possess him of all the attributes to make him a man The clan, taught their young, to survive in the world, And the seeds were sprung, tended, and then unfurled This knight learnt well, lessons and obstacles fell, & of a young boys journey, there is too much to tell But manhood was reached, the teacher became the teached, & this young man became a warrior, & sharpened his teeth He fought tremendous battles, knocking men from saddles, His fame grew each day, and opponents became rattled The clan now possessed, more land then the rest, They pressed with eager zest and the best was no test No less, than 12 other clans were overcome that year, Without our knight they would fail, this much was clear He had all the glory, and was hailed as the saviour, But love was another story, and he was yet to savour Someone to hold at night, someone to be his light, Someone to tend his wounds, when he returned from a fight Many damsels knocked, throwing keys at his heart, But it stayed locked, they could not touch the right part This caused him great distress, was this his destiny? He would utter at night, "i just need someone next to me" But he was content, and gradually accepted his fate, He battled at a rate that took his mind off a mate Until one spring day, when chance took him out of his way, He stumbled upon a glen, wherin a damsel in distress lay Her dress was tattered, fresh tears stung her cheeks, Her hair was mattered, but through grime beauty peaked Our knight carresed her face & put her fears to rest, Of her robbing and assault, she brokenly confessed Faced with the grace of her heavenly face, words were said, That resulted in 2 weeks later, the couple being wed More festivities were seen, then before there had ever been, The scene was a dream that turned jealous girls green Our knight and his love lived in a wonderful bliss, And not for the world would he miss the taste of her kiss.. Many years later, the knight rode home in victory once more, The battle had been hard, he was drained and sore As he appraoched the village, smoke and fire appeared, He urged his horse to a gallop, and his house he neared The village was plundered, and a horror met his eye He groped at her form, but she lay where she had died... And so he stands, deep in mournful thought, Desolate as a man, enshrouded in thoughts he brought Her grave stands alone, as does this great knight, And soon he will disapear, to become one with the night... Now we must move on, the gallery has many to view yet, But to me that painting is easily the best in the set.. |
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