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Yeah yeah yeah ….it’s ya poster’s favorite poster Zugga Zin in the building again with this weeks jump off. Aww man Aww man this week is clasSick two poets going head to head ….for what may prove to be the first of many poet battles to jump off in the jump off we call WNF’s …gyeah! In order to maintain the integrity both the poets names have been withheld so you will need to vote as Poet one or Poet 2 Also the topic has been with held until now!!!! This weeks topic for poetry is something we need to all not forget about AIDS….. let’s get it cracking!!!!
P.S. Don’t for get to check for the flyers in reply number two…. And let’s get at Yukon about this month’s YUKON MAG!!!!! WTF!!!!!!
Poet 1
The Ninja
He paints a perfect picture,
and tells a flawless lie,
He sings a song of beauty,
A haunting lullaby.
His song is one of sorrow,
A portrait of his life,
And those who hear are captured,
Haunted by it's strife.
He will leave you crying,
and will wipe away your tears,
But compassion is a falsehood,
Created over years.
His brush will penetrate you,
A knife straight through your heart,
it's poison will plague your footsteps,
A seductive work of art.
His lullaby will sooth you,
His song will give you wings,
His mournful voice will trap you,
Every time he sings.
The song is one of anguish,
An image of your fate,
But you won't know it's purpose,
Until it's far too late.
Her acid tears will burn you,
Her knives will slash your skin,
Her crimson blood will stain you,
Empowering you to grant others eternal sin.
With silent steps he'll slay you,
His shadow will let your soul fly,
His purpose is flawless sorrow,
Death's haunting lullaby.
"1.the ninja
(n): acquired immune deficiency syndrome (AIDS)
a serious (often fatal) disease of the immune system transmitted through blood products especially by sexual contact or contaminated needles.
Given the name Ninja because it sneaks up on you. One day your fine.... the next day your dying. "
POET 2
Altho.Im.Dying.Slowly
altho.im.dying.slowly
will you still hold me
and love me like you did
that night
when friendship morphed
and flesh meshed into one mold
you were my personal savior
everything that was me
became yours to hold
so hold me now
as i wilt into the earth
and travel back thru my history
of mystic fruit hanging from shea trees
this is a strange sort of humility
as.i.depart.sadly
i need your
hand to stroke me
urge me to close my eyes
so that visions of african lilacs
swaying and bending in elysian breezes
can somehow overwhelm
the potion of death
you gave me
and.i.drank.swiftly
your nectar that
tainted me
and now i travel
in dreams
to asiatic laboratories
and fester in petri dishes
under the eyes of evil scientists
whose ambition is fueled by fear
of the supreme awakening
as.i.die.slowly
i need the world to cradle me
in her bosom
and not be afraid
of serous fluid
seeping from lesions
that are the end result
of the way you loved me
and the way she loved him
and he loved he
and they loved it
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