The land was barren when the ancestors had come. The Sun glared and the hot earth hissed. The boiling wind tore at the flesh. It was an inhospitable place. The natural order of things here was antagonistic to these common men. What seemed like unshakable forces ruled over them, and made their short lives difficult.
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Should one of the creatures with the ability to decipher these very written words visit the place in which the following story unfolds they would surely find nothing spectacular. The bland tranquil openness would most likely be of little interest, and the upon digestion of the scene the spectator might condense it in the rather unexciting verbal epitome of “Yard.” However, for the seeing eye the area was buzzing with life, and the colours blended in spectacular tapestry. The other senses were tickled with the odours mixing in perfumed fragrance, and the humming of a beautiful symphony played by a cross section of instruments of Nature that filled the space. “Preposterous!” the reading and speaking creature might exclaim, but one mustn’t speak too soon, for it is not Nature who is mute but Man who is deaf. Unfortunately, for the Yard even a slight sensibility to listening would make no difference here, for every time Man came to the Yard he came with such a being-penetrating, air-shaking, ground-rattling, and roaring companion that nothing could be heard at all. (more…)
Hey you! Yea you person on the bus
Dude so calloused, girl without trust
Bitchy whinny bad vibes for all to hear
You smear and sneer hate disguised fear
Don’t you know its bad to air out wine?
I’m French, so let me warn that you align
To cringe and sputter in disgust and anger
Discovering mouthful of vinegar
Instead of the sweet scarlet vine nectar
Of life sipping cup expecting better
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Oenology: science of the vines
I doubt you are licensed, maker of whine
See, autumn chill affects grape quality
Audible shrill simply makes more filthy
product you ferment on public transport
stop that export no one wants to import
Shut down the winery and test this glass
Taste, sandpaper tongue, what could come to pass
If you turn the thorn of your prose
To twist towards tolerance into a rose
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First: the crimson of your grail and being
Will not be blood splattering by beating
But scarlet passion, vibrating meaning
Budding vocabulary blossoming
Once deaf to the divine that’s now enshrined
Carved as your words to the marble of mind
So forget the meme its cool to be mean
Sick to be a queen, above and pristine
Free yourself from restricting crime and rhyme
Won’t you please find the time to shine sublime?
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Second: Go! Flow and glow, don’t stop the rap
Give in to the trap, the pop, the snap
The flow of lines the sounds that bind
The mind to the universe and find
Fire in the beat the heat of the verse
Flint of tongue sparking the soul from the hearse
Immerse in its flame converse without shame
Sharp dialects reflect who won’t be tame
Weave words of worth to win without hardship
Wounds weapons wails, forget bullshit to worship
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Peace in Eden of imagination
Love in the art of enunciation
The liquid members of this vine club
Do with divine elbows rub
Dionysus don’t kick it
With vinegar drinkers or those who make it
So put in your headphones now if you wish
Complain of slow bus so bust English
Language could bring you to destination
If you present yourself at the station
So don’t ever stop the rap
Don’t ever stop the rap
Don’t stop the rap
Julien Dupont 