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A piece that I did for uni. It mixes Shakespearean and Eminem styles. |
Lose Thyself Perceive, if thou hadst a single shot, merely a solitary chance To capture all thy hopes and dreams in a single instant Wouldst though grasp it tightly, or perchance would it slip thy grasp His hands doth sweat, his knees doth shake His arms hang as if dragged by weights Upon his doublet vomit sprays betray The dread which he dareth not display His face is with calm and certainty scored And yet from his memory is hid the record Of the script he hath prepared, the audience roars His mouth gapes wide, but no words burst forth He does cough and gag, the audience bored Depart, the act ended, play cancelled, curtain falls He returns to the ordinary, down in the drudgery Oh, sSee tis Will , he cannot act! Oh let no light see my black and deepest desires Poverty irks me, clings to me like dirt, it Mires my progress, aids my frailty But they underrate my capability So I return, my quill and ink quickly Refilled record this moment for eternity Thou shouldst lose thyself in these lines, this time only Is thine own, Thou hast but one chance, allow it not to pass you by. This opportunity, once past, is lost forever. [x2] My spirit dashes through this gash in my breast Mine is the Universe, I will seize it Crown me monarch of a kingdom more glorious Than this. But this renown it proves murderous It grows ever more laborious, ever more torturous Strumpets flock, beauties throng round him From Globe to Rose he will flow never ceasing, Like a river he goes, Heaven only knows where The distance to his home is increasing He knows not his child, his beauteous smiles ignored But hold thy breath as icy waters pour O’er his benumbed head, whores and wenches deplore His advances spurned, despised, ignored, tThey espy A fresh carcass over which to fly. He is cankerous, ruined, reviled, decried His life is the drama, revealed a tragic saga But hark, the trumpet Tra pa pum pa pum Thou shouldst lose thyself in these lines, this time only Is thine own, Thou hast but one chance, allow it not to pass you by. This opportunity, once past, is lost forever. [x2] Cease with thy Jests, I will test the limits of anger Cleave this theatre apart from stage to rafter What was begun as a farce collapsed in disaster Am I a worm to be jeered at by every stranger Yet I shall marshallmarshal my strength to pen the next production Taking heart someone must desire this rare vision Of Hheaven . My frustration magnified by degradation Barely scratching crumbs from the table of privation Keeping my family from the clutches of destruction My unanswered prayers feel like excommunication. Perchance the very devil is mounting his contagion To scorn me for my repute throughout the nation, But tis ever more precarious a balance now A plague on Hamnet’s mother and her rows Hollering and mewing till I bow to my vexations And depart, this heart-rendering farce of life Bites me like a knife. I must this talent use to Fight the strife of a life void of revelry. Mother, I beseech thee, I can’st not mine dotage Spend in this nest of vipers and thieves. I shall seek my reprieve, my good name retrieve And attempt this immortality to achieve. Thou shouldst lose thyself in these lines, this time only Is thine own, Thou hast but one chance, allow it not to pass you by. This opportunity, once past, is lost forever. [x2] Thou canst all things attain, if thy heart is set true upon them. Dope Sonnets XVIII - 18 You’re like the sun in the middle o’ summer Better even, of that I got no doubt Hurricanes blow petals off the hummer Blink and summer’s already movin out Sometimes the sun beams hit me like a train Sometimes it shines so little I can’t see Beauty don’t last, it wrinkles and it stains Old age, make up and a sun bed spree But, babe, your summer time will never end You’ll never lose your beaming eyes and face Nor will death say “I got you in the end” When these lines I writ he can’t erase As long as men are livin’, breathin’, seein’ That’s how long you’ll live within my rhythm. CXVI - 116 No-ones gonna convince me of this fact That true love can be stopped. It just ain’t love If it flips with every bling new hat Or with some silly fight can be removed. No, it’s like a battle wound, a scar Ain’t changed by any insult or bad day It’s like a sign post to a long lost car Which after miles of driving points the way Time won’t beat love, even when he takes Your full red lips and adds some wrinkles to boot Love outlasts all of fashions fakes Through anything it is strong and won’t stay mute If this ain’t right, and you can prove it I’ll tear this up an’ then I’ll eat it. CXXX 130 My girl’s eyes ain’t nothing like starlight; Blood is way more red than her lips are If bronze shines bright, then her skins sickly white If hair’s gold thread, then she got hair like tar. I’ve seen roses bright red and bright pink, But I ain’t never seen em in her cheeks And I enjoy her Chanel more, I think Than I enjoy the whiff from off her feet I adore her singing, but I got That I enjoy Beyonce’s voice well more I know a movie star, my girl is not My baby, she’s got two feet on the floor But hell, my baby’s worth far more than any Stuck up bitch compared with a day that’s sunny. CXLIX 149 Yo Babe, why you saying I don’t love you true You know I’d fight your side against my own. Ain’t I always thinking just about you And beatin’ myself till I can see the bone Who disrespects you that I call my ‘blood ’? Who do you bitch slap that I well admire? If you glare at me, don’t I beat and thud Myself tTill my head feels like it is on fire. What about me is so great that I Would refuse to be your personal slave All that’s dope in me adores the shite In you, you know it,it; it is in your gaze. But, Shorty, you can hate me all you like Cos I can’t see you hate me out of spite. (Please note that ambiguous last line reflects same ambiguity in Shakespeare's sonnet) |