Creativity Corner

I am trying to decide if it is bad enough to be good.

Oh man, we've been dissed, how to deal
better close your frikkin eyes and feel,me lookin thru the lies, that reach the skies,
I think it's about time somebody dies,or atleast, gets injured intellectually,
as long as we get the real stor-E.Actually, I don't know why im even on this track,
i'll let my homies attack your weak azz whack.Xong here, been at the bar,
saw the agnostic allicance signal hopped in the car,what the hell is going on I thought we was one,
mind, im shocked, dissen me, I thought we was done.dam bro, you best flee, im all buzzed up,
from some vodka mixed, with 7up.I was chillen, relaxing with anal emm-a,
are you ever gonna recover from your amnesi-aforgetting my posts, i've been contributing,
just once it would be nice if you started admitting,my posts are real, and honestly,
represent, what none of us can see.whether it's you, mod, bluegenes or panda,
why the hell you gotta slanda,my name xong last name smith,
what the hel is it wit you A-theistwe disagree, so what, get over it,
i'd be shocked tho, if you did, I can't help you get rid,of those thoughts, these fellings that haunt,
day and night like a open 24 hours resteraunt,Im not on the fence, get it right,
I think your inconsistant, like a cold summer night.Im done, for now, i'll hand it to my brother,
try and stop acting like my dam friggen mother.RAZD here, or Zen Deist if you like,
don't really matter, just hand me the dam microphone, that's right, I gotta bone,
to pick, so listen up, or feel the wrath of a menace,cause im about to ground up yer azz like venice
son-im agnostic, for the 1000th time,
if this were a phone call i'd be on my millionth feeekin dime,get it in yer head, im a 3 on most gods,
as far as Lord V he's as fake as Mod'shumbleness, I tell ya, or Panda's intelligence,
so get it in your head or i'll jump the dam fence,and finally end this, like a dam crime spree,
so tell me Straggler, do you agree? Yes No
I hope so.

No Chuckles. I do not agree.
And for that I make no apology
Disagree on the topic of spirituality
Here to debate the nature of reality
Could just drop it. Could just let it be.
But then what is the point of E-v-C?
Discussing these topics relentlessly
Never been known to lack tenacity
If you don't like - Go find a tree.
Give it a hug. It won't fight back.
Won't treat your misapprehensions to verbal attacks
Won't pick you up on your uncomprehending ways
Or send you into a vocabularic daze
You and your tree can just be friends
Or take things further. Who knows where it ends?
No disagreements in Chuck's world of let's pretend
Although conversation pays few dividends
A man and his tree. A match made in heaven.
All is bliss for Chuck seventy seven
But one day after a tree-cuddle you need a leak
Nobody around. Should be OK to sneak.
Drop your pants. Give it a tweak.
But then the trees roots begin to creak
The tree roars "How dare you piss on me"
We were destined for human-foliage matrimony
Now it will end in acrimony
All because you needed to pee
With urine on his feet Chuck has to flee
Pants around his ankles back to E-v-C
A harsh lesson in life's travails
But now he's back on RAZ's scales
Back again with the agnostic alliance
Still bumbling along through their misappliance of science
At least with RAZ wrong or right
You know he's always up for the fight
Convincing those not so bright
That Venn diagrams are a sign of intellectual might
A few others add passion and the odd insight
You however simply prance around in tights
RAZ is the leader and you his boy blunder
Whether you understand his diagrams even he has to wonder
But don't despair - some of us are here to plunder.
To show why these arguments should be put under
To demonstrate that and send the uncomprehending asunder
But. Stop. Is that the rumble of thunder?
Like the hammer blows of mighty Thor
Here come the rampaging gang of four
Modest Mod. Epistemologist supreme.
He'll ask how we know reality is not a dream.
Panda will poke fun at you. And in doing so put RAZ in quite a stew.
Cheese just is not jam. This will always be true.
Bluegenes has a theory still unfalsified
"Hindu Hypothesis" RAZ has cried
"Anal Emma" Xong has tried
Meanwhile your brain continues to be fried.
Couldn't even keep a tree as a bride.
Then of course, last but not least, there's me.
The focus of your ire and rhyming spree
If I was your target - I'd say you missed.
But others will ultimately judge who was dissed
Needless to say we could go on
To this rap attack we could each respond
Until admins call time and sound the gong
Either way - It's time to end this particular song
With one final question - How could you be so wrong?

Dr Seuss may be dead
But it seems his ghost inhabits this thread
I could go on in vain
But reading this would be a pain
The man himself once said
"The writer who breeds more words than he needs"
Makes it a chore for the reader who reads"Very funny on both your parts...I needed a good laugh this morning. Edited by fearandloathing, : No reason given.Edited by fearandloathing, : sticky keyboardEdited by fearandloathing, : No reason given.

A lesson many here (including myself at times) could learn. Then the aim has been accomplished.

Please Straggs, you think im embarrassed cheerleading for RAZD, you couldn't be more wrong,
now would you please step away from the heavily resonated bong,and clear your mind, your rambling you know?,
on top of the bong hits I think you're snorting blow,you seem lost, confused, delusional and stale,
you're acting like a #1 on the outdated Dawkins scale.im a cheerleader so what, I add my takes,
seems like you tho, just disregard and shakes,your head, what's wrong? you gotta make fun?
like you never once refered to bluegenes as hun?please, we know it's true,
bluegenes preparing bubble bath's for you,come on stragg, get with the program bro,
we both know you and bluegenes are ho-mo sapians, just like the rest of us,
don't get mad at us cause you both ride the short bus,don't be shy, don't be coy,
we all know RAZD uses both of you like a dam toy,now face the facts, you lost, it's over,
case closed, just like in Dover,the four horseman, plus PaulK, have taken quite the stance,
so sit back, clear the way and let bluegenes and Straggler dance.Edited by Chuck77, : No reason given.

In light of the current Wall Street demonstrations, here's a song of mine that you can find athttp://www.diskfaktoryjams.com/Nate_Smith/and, in the player, scroll down to #11, Shame On You. It's the 2nd from the bottom.I'm the singer and rhythm acoustic guitar player and also have my A harmonica in the rack for the instrumental part. My band is backing me up on drums, bass and electric guitar lead. This is much more of a rocker than usual from me.The lyrics are posted atLyrics to Nate Smith's songsand echoed here for inconvenience:Shame On You
copyright 2009 Nathan A. Smith

your parents were young when they walked ya to school
they were tryin to instill ya with the Golden Rule
they were hopin you'd become a model Eagle Scout
but, when Harvard came callin, you got up & got out
     now you're gone.....gone.....gone
     ya, you're gone.....gone.....gone
     ...........gone.....gone.....gone.....gone

so ya pulled your first job at the Main Street bank
they took you under wing & moved you up through the ranks
you'd learned it so well, you were real killer stuff
they even made ya the Boss, but it wasnt enough
     now you're gone.....gone.....gone.....again
     ya, you're gone.....gone.....gone
     ...........gone.....gone.....gone.....gone again

so ya went after Wall Street with your gun-metal eyes
you were gettin real rich, you were gettin real high
you'd even worked up the ladder all the way to C.E.O.
movin bundled securities, derivatives - whatever would go
     now they're gone.....gone.....gone, all gone
     yeah, they're gone.....gone.....all gone
     ............gone.....gone.....gone, all gone

[i]instrumental[/i]

the ticker tape went dead when the market was closed
your hot-potato world had been peeled & exposed
the gang with the cash wired your bonus parachute
to your offshore accounts & left the country destitute
     hear the howl.....howl.....howlin in the wind
     hear the howl.....howl.....howlin in the wind
     .....the howl.....howl.....howl.....howlin in the wind

but you know what gets to me, right down to the bone
is how you can stand yourself when you're standin alone
you were brought up okay, but got caught up in the game
what's the matter with you - are you really this lame?
     aww..shame.....shame.....shame on you
     .....shame.....shame.....shame on you
     .....shame.....shame.....shame.....shame on you

               - Apr05, 2009

Nice man!

I like it. It's cool.And far more worthy of Creativity Corner than the nonsense myself and Chuck are engaging in.But that won't stop me.....

OK Chuckles. You’ve had your fun.
Shoulda given up before you even begun.
So far I had my gun only set to stun
But I’ll unravel this story you have spun
Dude how old are you? Like ninety one!
You give it large with your gangsta beef.
But that’s’ ridiculous when you’re sporting false teeth
Good job your rhymes are written rather that verbal
With those gums you sound like your suckin a gerbil
But this isn’t about your rodent perversions
We both know you still sore about Religious Conversions
It’s time for you to end your rhyme excursions
It’s time for you to stop these laboured exertions
I see you’re now displaying homophobic ten-dencies
No doubt a sad by-product of your religious depen-dencies
I ask you to just stop these please
Along with your well known proclivity for miso-gyny Message 1705You imagine me and bluegenes in the bath
I guess that turns you on. It just makes me laugh.
You daydreaming about atheists in soapy bubbles
Makes you giggle and wriggle like Betty Rubble?
I think you protest a bit too much
Come on hun just release the clutch
Make your move. See you groove.
You got something to prove?
Come on Chuckles — I dare ya - Join the dance
Open your eyes. See the light. End the trance.
It’s a breakbeat and you can’t stand the heat
Spilt your bedpan. Urine on your feet.
You try to dance but it’s an embarrassing sight
To contain your bowels you have to fight
Murder on the dancefloor. You don’t look too well.
Not surprising judging from that ran-cid smell
You collapse in a tragic mess. Having a cardiac arrest. Pity you I must confess. If that really was your best.
Your points — All have been addressed. FAILED is your mark on this test. Now go and find another quest.
Because I have swatted you away like a pest.
But where are your friends the agnostic alliance?
They look at the floor in embarrassed silence
But it’s not over. Things get worse.
Oh Shit is your final curse.
You get taken out in a Hearse.
Geriatric rapper dances to death. Now there’s a first!!Despite these faults I think deep down you’re a decent guy
Just deluded about the man in the sky
Like so many need to ask the question why
Even though reason and logic it does defy
All just part of the human condition
Not your fault it’s an irrational position
Maybe I should learn to live and let live
Maybe I should seek to forgive
But it’s more fun to give you grief
More fun to rhyme our beef
And when you leave — Don’t forget your teeth.

Dawg popped a lyrical cap in his ass!

There was a time we used to take
a chap whose faith we thought was fake,
and burn the fellow at the stake ---
and so he learned from his mistake,
and didn't make it twice.
This argument, if not profound
(nor strictly logically sound)
still worked out rather well, all round,
and in most cases it was found
effective, if not nice.But now the fire of faith's gone out,
and all we do is yell and shout
against belief, or honest doubt,
and stamp our little feet and pout,
and call each other names.
Unedifying? Yes --- and yet
a tendency I can't regret:
these flamewars on the internet,
though heated, never seem to get
as hot as actual flames.

Word up homey.

A break from the rhyme,
I really don't have the time,I read your post and wanted to boo,
instead I offer you a halloween haiku.My my my Straggler - 5
many words, little meaning - 7
atheist costume? - 5

What's this? An end to our rhyming ructions?
Realised you cannot compete in lyrical constructions
Would you like me to provide you with instructions?
While I'm at it....Maybe I can guide you through RAZ's pseudo-logical deductions.
But let's put an end to these introductions
Turn instead to your haiku.
And your proclaimed desire to boo
Your poem was lame. That barely needs stating.
But even more sad is your need to fuck with Panda's rating
You went back in time to boo his every post
That shit makes you the one who deserves to be jeered the most.In my last rhyme you did a dance of death
That should've signalled your final breath
Chuckleberry shuffle to much to bear
Creationist zombie. The stuff of nightmares.
But here you are. Yet again.
Hero worshipping the one called Zen
Lurching around like the living dead
Mind so open you've lost your head
Brains been splattered. But the lights are on
If ever you mattered that time has gone
Knock knock.
Is anyone there?
Tick tock.
Just a blank stare.
They say the the first sign of madness is talking to yourself.
Guess we should be concerned about your mental health. Message 405But I have to admire your perseverence.
It almost makes up for your incoherence
Your support for RAZ goes on and on
Simply unable to see that he is wrong
Oh my gosh! Which scale shall we use?
Has MSPaint ever been so abused?
If Scientific Knowledge is the thing you want
Need more than assumptions and colourful fonts
Pseudoskepticism and logic was quite a thread.
RAZ declared himself agnostic towards the bogeyman under his bed. Xong is a skeptic. But still on the fence.
RAZ has issues with Immaterial "Evidence"
And you Chuck. Why so tense?
Don't leave us all in sus-pence.
Come on Chuckles. Spill the beans.
Are you still having homerotic thoughts about me and bluegenes?
Am I the subject of your fantasy?
I am really flattered by your crush on me.
But whhoooaaahh!! Take it easy.
Put that away. You're making me quesy.
I'm honoured you like me. That much is clear.
The problem is you haven't washed in a year.Let's consider Subjective Evidence of Gods
You and I disagreed. Hey - What are the odds?
You say "He" answered your prayers and fixed your shoulder.
Where there is a grain of sand you see a mystical boulder.
This is the same flawed form of evidence. That inspired war mongering presidents.You have a hotline to God. That must be immense.
But stop and think. It just makes no sense.
Subjective experiences could be fluctuations in the Matrix.
But more likely is the scientific deduction that the mind just plays tricks
Talking of which.. Here comes the agnostic alliance.
They've failed the test for sanity compliance.
Right on cue. It's the white coated men.
Come to take away the woo meister Zen
Load them up. Into the van.
Zen and Xong and you, their number one fan
RAZ - Crazed eyes full of fear
Xong - As usual he's had to many beers
Chump77 is dressed as Britney Spears
Oh no. Not another repeat.
Loss of bladder control. Again - Urine on yer feet.
Strait jackets and a padded cell
RAZ can't draw. He's not taking it well.
"Curiously. Pseudoskeptic. A priori" These words he mutters.
Warden Strags sadly shakes his head and closes the shutters.So this story comes to an end.
The agnostic alliance gone round the bend.
Zig zagged and did a loop the loop
All in the name of woo.
But I want to get through to you
The moral this story does contain. To be so open minded it causes you pain. It's not noble to take that strain. Please please do refrain.
From being so open minded as to lose your brain.Edited by Straggler, : No reason given.