Rodney Dufault

We've all this blood passing through our ventricles
snaking through our bodies just like tentacles.
Without heart's our brain's are only vegetables,
and the language of love would be unintelligible.
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You are the only one for me and you always have been.
What you have done to me I never thought could happen.
You found a way under me; Broke through my substratum.
I had destroyed me utterly, but you raised me a fathom.
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I just want to move on,
and be rid of the pain;
Now that my youth's gone,
and I'll be a kid not again.
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Damn, I just had the worst day/ had some turd say/ that my wordplay/ was third grade/ because I wouldn't curse hate/ but there's no worse fate/ than a fake verse spake/ to send you through reverse space/ I think ya'll need a word brace/ before you crumble like the world trades/ and you can end up in a hearse case/ if you disperse waste/ so put away your purse mace/ and nevermind who's first place/ I've loved this ever since I heard 'Face/ and keep up on it at an absurd pace/ and if this was all a bird race/ I've got two fingers right in third place/ so learn grace/ and see how every word's placed/ I turn rage into pages/ and make you nervous like a first date/ I'm an irate/ primate/ hot headed like desert climate/ I thirst lakes/ my nerve's ache/ and in the worst case/ I'm violent/ a giant/ causin' earthquakes/ from the first state/ all the way to the universe's birthplace/ mostly silent/ and defiant/ in the face of the law 'cause I aint buyin' it/ threw me in the wild/ expectin' me to die in it/ but I crawled outta the lion pit/ now I've got a child cub I've sired/ and a lioness/ the magnifier/ of my desire/ who I inspire with/ the strength I have acquired/ and all that I require's this/ my family is my entire bliss/ and if you think that makes me tired/ shit/ I'll fill my mouth with gasoline and spit the hottest fire/ bitch/ punch you in the iris/ with an iron fist/ your spinelessness/ has spread like wildfire/ viruses/ but I resist/ and climb ever higher/ immune to piousness/ and liars/ and I aspire/ to remain riotous/ until the day that I am finally dust/ I insist/ to assist you/ in your decision/ to desist fool/ before I rip you/ a new one in your cranial tissue/ I take issue/ with the misuse/ and abuse/ I have been through/ solely because that is what men do/ so I invent who? / Syrax the maniac in my mental/ I'm actually a brainiac/ who act's like a devil/ in fact/ I'm on my way back/ from an attack/ on your central/ nervous that my system is not impervious to men who/ pretend to/ befriend you/ then when it comes time to defend you/ they just end you/ just like my pad and my pen do/ lyrically rend you/ into so many pieces that nobody could mend you/ I defeat legions with my pencil/ and only swear allegiance/ to my regents/ who have been true/ throughout the seasons/ from ninety four to the most recent/ decent/ men and women who I respect for many reasons/ angels and heathens/ I love you all the same and forgive you of your treasons/ we all have our demons/ I have so many that I can even feel 'em breathin'/ and screamin'/ when I'm sleepin'/ or daydreamin'/ inside my head and I can't beat 'em/ but I need to defeat 'em/ so I can proceed to my freedom/ I just need the keys/ and the cure for this disease/ that keeps me beat up.
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I was born out of hate and fear you see/ used to be/ I loved everyone near to me/ as they appeared to me/ because they appeared to be/ dear to me/ now disappeared to me/ kinda weird to me/ because I still feel 'em here with me/ and it aint fair to me/ I can't be there to see/ if they'd still be there for me/ or even care for me/ or dare to be/ rare to me/ and share with me/ like a family/ I'm an anomaly/ in harmony/ with the army of me/ sometimes I even alarm me/ and no one can harm me/ you see/ or disarm me/ with your blarney/ and fake speech/ so stay out of my reach/ I beseech you/ to let me teach you/ to stop being see through/ people/ good and evil/ something we pull/ from the minds of the weak folk/ but I keep hope/ conquer steep slopes/ and weak ropes/ got deep hopes/ I keep most/ so close/ you'd need a microscope/ to see those/ I bleed prose/ and need no/ body to tell me where we go/ I see those/ like wendigo's/ human flesh eating/ ego's/ reap souls/ from the deep holes/ you leave inside your people/ I see it through my peek hole/ and seek no/ further human interaction/ but I'm not weak, no/ I just need a distraction/ my own faction/ to call into action/ show my dissatisfaction/ with the way that it has been/ not relaxin'/ lack of passion/ question askin'/ answers lackin'/ attackin'/ everything at maximimum/ and all I'm packin'/ is a sack and/ two big nuts for ya'll to snack on/ attractin'/ wild life since back when/ I was born in my parents crack den/ with a pad and a black pen/ sick as Hell even way back then/ a new jack/ who's back/ on the attack man/ I can swing this rap/ and wake you from your nap man/ Syrax/ more wolverine than Benoit or Jackman/ But my new weapon is calmness so you could say that I pack Zen/ Syber hack men/ I'm jacked in/ practicin'/ my verbal acumen/ to get me out this corner I feel backed in/ now go and heal your cracked chin/ you got smacked in/ stepped on you now look at what I tracked in/ crap man/ I'm everlastin'/ exactin'/ revenge upon you half-men.
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I just want to be positive and shine bright/ so I write more than one line a night/ 'cause a single line's a negative sign, right? / Still, I know I'm not quite alligned right/ I've the curse of behind sight/ no closure for things I didn't find right/ plowed through life in my blind plight/ keeping my heart and soul behind ice/ and it took me a long time to find light/ but I finally found that in my wife/ to whom I signed over my life/ she makes me feel alive like/ a child's eyes when they shine bright/ the most beautiful woman in my sight/ with her I can even defy night/ and I ain't even gotta close my eyes tight/ she's no longer surprised that Sy might/ at any time step into the limelight/ she know's how hard my mind fights/ a demon and a white knight/ or an alien leadin' with satellite sights/ or an emcee screamin' in an anthracite mic/ that might ignite/ when it hears what I write/ my life/ divided into five spice/ not Made in China like white rice/ I write about my lows along with my highlights/ and I guess that's just what I'm like/ when I rhyme tight/ try to be a night light/ for my child so he can find sight/ in the darkness of life's nights/ teach him wrong from right....right/ I don't even know that yet, a'ight tyke/ but that don't mean I won't keep trying to find out what it's like, right? / for you and your mom I'll do anything 'cept lay down my stripes....psych/ I don't need them anymore to show my brothers that my pride's spiked/ seeing them getting their life's right/ is one of the highlights through the strife. Light.
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I start quickly building up my pirate forts
When nobody near me provides support.
Everybody needs a kind of guide of sorts,
Not just me, so if you ever need a ride to port
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I'm going to keep these rhymes unraveling
like a line tied to a javelin.
When I look back it's like time traveling.
Look too hard and lose my footing in the fine gravelling.
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People tell me when I lose my temper that things could be much worse.
Well, I have to say it could all be better, and it's what our youth deserves.
That's why I'm not like my predecessor, but sometimes still use his words.
They're burned into me like embers, and they've been there since my birth.
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I try to think deep, write and learn from myself,
for thoughts that I keep might return to a shelf.
The price though is steep; I fight and yearn for my health.
Sometimes I weep when the light turns from me. Help.
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I thought that I could take my pain and make it better,
but the truth of that thought is betrayed by every letter.
My wife has helped me forget it all ever since I met her,
but all it takes is seeing someone else in pain and I remember.
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I thought this was really fun and awesome. I woke up today and there was not only snow everywhere...but crows and trash all over the yard. I was not excited for that one bit. Lee got a text from who we thought was the trash guy who we had called to see if they had come or if they weren't coming at all. It was the latter, unfortunately. BUT. It was not the trash guy, just some random person. They kinda got in a little rhyme battle so to speak. To me, this was awesome. I had to share it, 'cause it was nice and all, and there was some rhyme in it from a random person. Lee was like 'WTF, why's everybody rhyming! ? ' HAHA. Max told her the other day that I taught him how to rhyme, but he's perfecting it. Also awesome.

Vlad? : Hello
Lee: Hi who dis?
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I already know that my son's life is worth more than mine is,
that's why anyone who messes with him I will leave spineless,
maybe even a child. Why? Maybe because I'm childish.
Does everyone think it's easy for me to not lead my son to violence;
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It's been a really long time,
but now I've got back my flow;
Like a wolf where I belong. Prime;
Within a full moon and its afterglow.
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When I wake up in the morning
my first thought is of you.
If you're not there beside me
I do not know what to do.
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I can write these rhymes like old world nephilim chants
to open up your eyes and make the seraphim dance.
Used to stomp around with my crew like elephant ants,
now everything I do's to help my family advance.
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I try not to put too many things off until tomorrow,
for what if tomorrow came today and all my promises rang hollow?
What if I awoke someday with no night or day -
would I then realize that all this time I've had was borrowed?
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If a two-headed snake can find a way to survive;
Are they a mistake? Combined vertebrate? They're alive.
For eachothers sake they grind away and they thrive.
They know what's at stake, even designed in disarray. What a drive.
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I told you about my son and his mother just before,
and that there also were a few others that I adore.
I understand the times when you shut your doors,
but do you also understand that doing such ensures
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I wish that I could say that I could only see the beauty,
but when you actually pay attention you then see all the cruelty.
So am I really crazy when I wish someone would shoot me?
My guess is maybe, but I really want to live forever, truly.
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