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Badd Grammer (revised)

Contributed by gospel.apostle on Sunday, 25th September 2005 @ 03:46:47 PM in AEST
Topic: toughstuff



I’ll rewrite it ‘till it’s perfect
Even if it has to be reworded
Cause I’m that kind of word smith
Practice makes perfect
I'm a mad scientist scribbling away like a lunatic
Every bead of sweat I dispense from my forehead is worth it
then jot it down like verbatim
Those who know me, know this
you won't find my fingerprints
On something that’s useless or worthless
despite the bombardment of rejection slips
You see, jealousy runs rampant
But that kinda **** happens
Sticking to your guns cause you know you're talented
and take one any challenge
Refuse to turn back with your tail tucked into your pants
Whether it’s horror or sci-fi or poetry of romance
My words on a page aren’t the same song and dance
But I wouldn’t put anything past everyone who asks:
"Why do you write about horror and violence?"
I bask in their silence, when I justify it
And I just reply with:
"People love to be scared and lost in the darkness."
That means I’m my own worst critic
I'll be the first to admit it,
Even if it’s a line or a lyric, sarcastic or satiric,
a stanza or paragraph, polished manuscript or first draft.
I test my limits in fiction
I can't imagine being just as passionate about another discipline,
and be driven to accomplish,
something my doubters have been praying against my dreams and wishes,
simply because they're childish and selfish,
curse me behind my back and when I turn around they offer hugs and kisses,
but the Lord will dismiss this,
so they'd better smarten up and beg for his forgiveness.
Which means I don't cut these corners
I'm gonna remain a creative soldier,
who embraces his supporters,
by erasing these borders,
and carrying a massive load on my shoulders,
if it means to embrace weather plunging from warmer to colder,
then I'll drop words like bodies--
someone better get me a coroner,
and deliver an informal eulogy minus the mourners.
What can I say, I'm a slave to this trade,
start at the beginning and return full circle again,
the best way I learn is from others mistakes,
I bask in the pleasure and humble in pain,
but that's a price I'm willing to pay,
cause I've gotta stare in the mirror every morning and study my face.
If it were that easy: that ideas grew on trees,
from buds and blossom into leaves,
pluck 'em and cash 'em like overdue royalties.
These words are my medicine,
runs through my veins like creative adrenaline,
down into my toes and back up to my head again,
fertilize an imagination like a fresh breath of oxygen--
I inhale, to spin these tales,
down to their final details,
gotta keep 'em fresh--never stale,
that's why I put my pride and discipline on the table,
hellbent to keep the output running stable.
As long as my heart's still in it then I'm capable,
to attain the genre's staple,
hold every agent payable
who's bread and butter is strictly by their label.
I'll save you the suspense,
about which side of the fence,
I stand on cause it just would make much sense,
If I spent, my time preaching if what I said contradicted with what I meant.
The bottom line is I'm gonna leave your mind tangled in knots,
write circles around you like you got writer's block,
I don't want a penny for your thoughts,
since the change won't be enough.
Wait a minute, I've got a better idea: I'm changing the plot,
answer the door they say opportunity knocks,
spill the ink let's see what you got!




Copyright © gospel.apostle ... [ 2005-09-25 15:46:47]
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Re: Badd Grammer (revised) (User Rating: 1 )
by Scarletrayne on Sunday, 25th September 2005 @ 04:50:36 PM AEST
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Very long but i liked it, good write.


Re: Badd Grammer (revised) (User Rating: 1 )
by Shade on Sunday, 25th September 2005 @ 06:01:28 PM AEST
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ill rap!




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