RebelRabble's Flow

After discussing with a friend what might attract people to each other, we came up with several planes of attraction:

Intellectual (someone onto it - not just book smart)

Social (generally popular with an ability to influence crowds)

Physical (a fine physical specimen! Subjective, obviously..)

Dexterity (fine control of every muscle in their body, mmm.  This includes while touching you or playing a musical instrument like a master)

Chemical (sometimes your pheromones just match, ya know?)

Now just imagine letting your chemicals mix with someone you’re attracted to on all planes.  Dynamite.  So this is my ode to the planes of attraction.  Thought it would be fun to include the only four words in the English language ending in ‘-dous’ [though I had to cheat on ‘horrendous’(ly).]

so you wanna capture the rapture of being alive?
just try the act ya momma did when she begat cha
four planes to attract ya
Stupendous form and physical stature
Tremendous dexterity, electrical in nature
Hazardous intellect, complexity to match ya
Horrendously powerful in crowds
mixin up more minds than the Turin Shroud.

-RebelRabble’s Verbal Flow

I need to tell you what you mean to me
how much you pleased me
and teased me
and had me on my knees, see
desire burned in
both my eyes
between my thighs
makin me feel that it was
do or die
be real or lie
conceal myself or fly…

you had me polarised
mesmorised
you removed my disguise
and we reached unprecedented highs
for a brief moment in time
we magnetised the skies
our demise came as a surprise
the end was nigh
capsize!

the winds shifted, flimsy bodies drifted
a rift appeared, wider than we feared
fightin back tears at not even one year

if I could undo it, then I would, and I wish that I could
but life is fluid, and we knew it

we gonna get through it
we gonna prove it
can’t fight a silver bullet
or find one ring to rule this
life
let ya strife flow like Enya Orinoco.

-RebelRabble’s Verbal Flow

You,
During regrettable conditions
made the sizable decision
to slice a large incision
with some scissors
in the chasm
of your masochistic heart

I,
Not being superstitious
though at times slightly sadistic
pushed the scissors you incised with
so the gash metastasized big
in your gaping heart

It spasmed from the start
a fantastic piece of art
scarlet splashes scattered far
like red tar, falling stars
what a martyr for
bored voyeurs
from here to Mars.

-RebelRabble’s Verbal Flow.

An open letter to anyone who’s ever sold out what they really stand for.

It’s a spiritual calamity
centre of the flying V
plucked down by gravity
sucked into the rabbit hole like Alice see
how could ya fuck over destiny?
what a fallacy u turned out to be
excuse the negativity
but ya sold out your soul
“poster child for hypocrisy”

can I take ur picture please?
say cheese…see!
smile hollow, speckled cavities
black eyes of a pekingnese

dark and rotten
much like a Rorschach blot n
monotony got ya itchy in ur cotton socks

[break it down]

the clock tick-tocks
reflection mocks
had a treasure trove now it’s full of rocks

thieves

they be pickin at ur locks
morn to Equinox
but nothin left to rob
so they clobber ya

flat as a flip flop
pounded like a pork chop
nothin’ left to top
when the grim reeper knocks

-RebelRabble’s Verbal Flow

I’m the lyrical assassin!
acruing and amassin
vocabulary vast
fantastic
ya can’t grasp it
ya spasm mid sentence
sayin ‘dayum she relentless!’

ain’t no way to prevent this
ya try n circumvent it but confess ur so impressed
n you’re blessed to be a witness
next thing you know
you kowtow low
cos I got you in a hex

tidal wave of verbal flow
monsoon in slow mo
spittin to and fro
ain’t nowhere to go
ya cant find a way
so you start to decay
as I parler
spittin colours like Monet
got ya boilin n bubbl-ay
just like Colbie Caillat

- RebelRabble’s Verbal Flow

Im-a-gine…

An atheist praying
as a pauper is paying
heaving hips gyrating
a sterile priest is mating
a rapist escaping
a buddhist turkey basting
a hedonist ailing
an over achiever failing
shinkansen derailing
daisy chain breaking
conservatist nude bathing
learning your lover’s faking

but nothing’s as frustrating
as a creator who’s not creating
always avoiding and evading
feels a void and starts decaying
desperately copy-and-pasting
conveying nothing, it’s faking
paralysis worse than Stephen Hawking

impotent potential
pain existential
fraudulent credentials
wasted talent exponential

empress of self oppression
…regression
where’s the self expression?
let this be a lesson
not like David Bain’s arrest n
Monica’s confession
or Caradine’s Death, now wasn’t that a mess…

to be the best forget the rest
be a sun, rise in the west! N shine as if possessed.

-RebelRabble’s Verbal Flow