Rhyme Of The Month: January 2002 Yes once again the comp we've all come to love is back. Ladies and Gentlemen, I give you "Rhyme Of The Month 2002" ain't shit changed, it just got re-instated, that's all, no more no less. Anyway, I was hoping for a few more entries than what I got, but hey…I suppose I gotta give heads a while to get back into the swing of things, so I'll wait to see what happens in the following months. So to get to the winner …easy one this one really, as like I say I didn't exactly get shit loads of entries, so let me take time now to say… ADEPT… Congrats it's on you. Yeah that's right, JAN 2002 RHYME OF THE MONTH goes to ADEPT with the rhyme "Dear Shakespeare" I ain't gunna break it down as to why I chose this rhyme… I just did ok.. nah serious, the content of this one, impressed me, and the idea was original and well executed. Anyway, enough of the talk… Express Mail Dear Shakespeare, It's your long, lost son, disgraced here. Water in my eyes, begging his father's mind for some aid here I've realized the "Nature of the Threat". Made sure my debts were "Paid In Full" Now I'm come crawling back, in awe at the fact that "Life is a Bitch" and can be so cruel You've been my "Role Model", turned me life into an epic from a episodic novel Converted me from just another brand of poetry to "Ebonics'" apostle I had colossal potential, endowed with your profound legacy Like telepathy, I transcended benign minds with an ecstasy Some got addicted to me. "Common" people said they loved me. I insisted, I wanted my freedom. But they said they'd trust me They drugged me, packaged me. Starved me 'til I was scrawny Then decorated me with gold. I had "All Eyes On Me" I loved the attention I got as "If I Ruled the World." Infallible Warnings of the storm approaching got drowned out, inaudible. It was probable that I'd fall from my phenomenal infinity I was a selfish soliloquy of the astronomical pride within me But I ignored it, swallowed the doubt into my vocal cords, abyssal But now I've learned by faults. I beg to thee in this hopeful epistle Oh, Father of wisdom and etymology, written epistemologically Examine the extent of my distress, accept my deeply meant apology Do I embellish the thesis? Hear my fear as the antebellum increases Develop the pieces, my intelligence is cheapened: an emotional telekinesis And the negligence deepens, sick pathologies. I married my rapists Since when have my letters formed to make me metaphorically abrasive? "Can heavenly minds such high resentment show," and I quote Said Virgil, "Or exercise their spite in human woe?" I'm lonely, so you Earl of Oxford, human, are my only family. Only when masked and swirled in lost words, can you understand me. So do they, hidden behind aliases more complex than hieroglyphics Whether with style or satiric choir lyrics, I still leave in inspired spirits Like the spiraled physics of deoxyribonucleic acid Akin to unofficial diplomas with the most useless of facets I guess I'm not that bad off, I can still master myself and live honorable I've been through chronicles some would consider disaster but still operable You said yourself, "You shall live---such virtue hath my pen" Despite death, "Where breath most breathes, even in the mouths of men." So there you have it.. JAN 2002 RHYME OF THE MONTH … shout to ADEPT, and to the rest of you…if you think you can top him, you know where to send your shit. HennaCee Battle Board Moderator. © ukhh.com 2002