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"Said the Crow to the Sparrow"

RhetoriK
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Decided to post this. It's from a Topical Tourney Semi-Final a while back. Hope you enjoy. 


The atmosphere was a Kadinsky impression. The scenery can’t be described but quotable as a stroke of genius like Divinci's reflection. The sky manifested as if it was painted on. Wavy, soft...Rustic tint set in. Pastels lavish presence projected. The scarecrow stands in guard upon his sector. A pawn in his projecture. Brolic texture to his presence "child of the corn" but his soul has left him. Leaves flirt with wind and it plays them off to graze the soft earth. 

From the West: "Summer" morning breezes whisper soliloquies. From the East: Autumn evening skies arise…The collaboration is blissful. Skyward flashes run across the clouds like thistles and you could stand still to find yourself "trippin" off the images ((The sun further diminishes)) One from the right, one from the left. 

Tired from flight, two birds look for rest. Elysian Fields of yellow wave them happily home like Air Traffic Control. They angle down to their destination; the shoulders of the aforesaid scarecrow. Their respite waiting; Simultaneous landings can’t be indicative of anything good. 

Fiery glances between two species are enough to burn down the cross of wood. A quarrel breaks out only to be interrupted by the scarecrow itself “What’s Good?” Astonished at the monstrous inanimate object; what was then was standing solemn, has now called them by moniker. ((Welcome Sparrow and Crow.. I’ve been yearning “conscience” for so long. Sing me your songs, my heart throngs for a “tale” but wings will do)) 

Taken back with an evasive flap of wings the birds…listen in calm, ears lulled in like a lethal dose of ether that burns. A lingering feeling that either in turn, might not leave with their freedom concerned, they take a position at opposite ends of the Scarecrow’s deceiving stern to learn…more secrets. The birds beak derogatory sentences back forth. Who’s more entitled to score a place to snore? The pace the floor with faces toward each other as if they’d raised their swords. They reach to grapple. The Scarecrow loudly clears his Adams apple baffled ((Look, let me analyze the situation.)) 

Sheesh! Are they Seeking Shelter in the Belly of a sinister, mysterious beast? Or crying on the shoulder of a esoteric, villainous leech? They sit willin to listen to his premonitions and visions, in existentialism. Unbeknownst to them his knowing intention is everything that existentialism isn't. 

This hollow man relic with a stature of solemn angelic presence has a silhouette that's pretty damn dev'lish from a bird's perspective. Nonetheless the birds need protection... A phallic intermission…he sizes up "indicative" premises of both intuitions and existences ((Hmm…Straight and narrow,)) States the Scarecrow. ((Your flight is of the same pattern, but different sides of same tracks'n landed at the same time and just passin...Actually! I see the common denominator to this fraction!)) 

He speaks in laughs and cackles in a Sapphic stanza dancin in the wind baskin. ((Directions inevitably cross, definitions lost; Two birds of a feather tethered once more, then...never again, lost)) Only "severed by a background" like the landscape, a "wide angle" like a camera with the optic lens off ((Listen "Sparrow flocks with the wrong birds, Crow doesn't sound "black enough" On a telephone line Sparrow doesn't 'spare rows', but a Crow only requires half as much...Sparrows stay in friendly territory, as a result they only know half as much. Crows stay "on the wire" info tapped, that's why they laugh so much! The worm in sparrows beak mocks the surface acceptance that "scares crow’s feet" They "move opposite beat trying to cop" enough to eat, it's bleak, it's meek! Rain or sleet with a distinct instinct of survival only for the elite! Sometimes in war the sparrow crows, other times in captivity the crow sings.)) 

See, the scale is Libra hung.. the sequel and the prequel have equal-equilibrium. I guess, its all how you perceive it, or believe it umm..)) *Lightning strikes* The night sky cloaks and daggers in a wicked attempt to deceive the sun. Both birds prepare to flee at once. Agreed they’ve seen a bad dream of proportions from the anomalous. In a honest rush they also realize the lesson learned, intellect just surged. They were the culprits who gave life to the judgmental words of that tepid scourge. 

If they stayed, hatred would eat em up. Indeed a rough draft of what seems as much as greed, mistrust; they’d simply seen enough. Was all in their mind because [[If birds are a scarecrow’s conscience, then who is he to judge?]] Said the two birds [[On the cross we will leave digust and never re-construct this freak disgust. I won’t fly to heaven fueled by this demons touch.]] The epiphany apparent the Scarecrow has just done his job well, they continue on to their destinations amazed of what they just saw 

~Hell~

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Cypher started: November 1^st 2012 at 17:30

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AfterThought <Murda Muzik>	Read this in the semis, crackk. Rated: 10 Posted on: 2012-11-02 15:43:47
Nova~CAIN <Illest-Rated>	Dimed man dope story and rhyme scheme didnt need to cap Rated: 10 Posted on: 2012-11-03 22:47:42
RELLE <CORNER STORE GOONZ>	MY DUDE IS A TRUE POET WITH HIS CRAFT...ALL I CAN SAY HANDS DOWN...SHOUT OUT RHET-1 Rated: 10 Posted on: 2013-02-13 19:07:37

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