Pauper's DreamsPauper's Dreams:Pauper's Dreams in Free Verse More Like This
The dry autumn leaves
Are like the dreams of the poor
Crunching beneath feet...
-Chen Yuan Wen, 30th April 2012
VinashukaThe cloud that forms above the burning wastesVinashuka in Free Verse More Like This
Hints to many that the dying world breathes.
Beneath the empty morrow that holds the shattered
glass, I see myself whispering 'Vinashuka'.
Cold muttered voices tonguing the edge of my sanity
The creeping walls denote the loss of my inner being
Lick the paper that cuts the tongue into a myriad
of pieces and once again whisper 'Vinashuka'.
But my words will fall on deaf ears and I'm tempted
to once again open myself for torture. For perhaps
the endless grief with which I give myself meaning
will form into the bloodied words of 'Vinashuka'.
This single whispered temptation, a solitary lie
amongst thousands of truths, a comforting security
that tells me I'm alive-
Is simple called 'Vinashuka'.
Now I feel like biting this flopping tongue
This worthless condemnation of meat and drool!
It gibbers endlessly and drives me to madness
A madness known as 'Vinashuka'
Chen Yuan Wen, 24th May 2012
DeceptiveDeceptive in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Tempting with beautiful wings;
-Chen Yuan Wen, 4th January 2013
The IndividualYou wear your skin, with mask of sin,The Individual in Free Verse More Like This
A spiderweb of lies. Of "individuals",
Breaking ties, alone at last
They seem to hide, a fixation of vanity...
I am the "individual"!
This is my golden ritual,
Refuse all that is me,
A web of lies I be!
But can you see, what you've become,
Showing these scars made by none-
Other than you?
They were made just for you...
They were made just by you...
Made to be pitied too...
You are the "individual"!
Lies are your golden ritual,
Refuse what you should be,
To live with agony!
My Name Is?You know I think that it is time for you to go...My Name Is? in Free Verse More Like This
Yeah boy better know, I'm an ancient poet,
With a modern rap flow, so-
I think it's better that you learn to let it go...
Ain't no third-rate writer;
I won't let a poser hold a candle to my lighter, because-
My name is Chen, I'm the Dragon of the East.
My reputation now makes me out to be a beast.
But you'll find that I'm probably a really nice guy,
Just before I take a fork out, stabbing your eye.
I can't help it, I'm just a little insane.
Mom blames it all on my video games.
But it wasn't the screen that left me craving for blood,
It was the twisted little bitches in this world of mud.
See you might call me the furthest thing from a stud,
Even when I drop the bomb, it ends up a dud.
So I get a little sick of those having it easy,
And I like to mess 'em up before they start getting preachy.
Son, you ain't even walked a mile in my shoes!
Go hang up your chains, because you're setting
As The Skies PartedAs The Skies Parted:As The Skies Parted in Free Verse More Like This
As the clouds in the skies parted and fire rained to the earth
The soft keening of the voices trapped within the abyss
resounded throughout the empty plains, as the world prepared itself
to meet a fate no worse than complete and utter oblivion.
The waters turned red with blood and bubbled with a poisonous brew
Whilst the creatures of the mountains, mutated into vicious monstrocities
A pall of darkness, settled around the Earth like a cloak of shadows
and in its grip we knew the true fury of a God gone mad.
Hundreds were slain by the rocks that pummelled the ground
As they fell from the heavens like burning stars of rage and anger
Thousands more fell to the plagues unleashed upon the people;
For famine and sickness claimed far more than the flame and stone...
All this, was contained within a magical snowglobe
A special artifact presented to the crew-member named Reaper
On a special day known as his birthday...
It was a gift from the Captain, forged with the m
A Navigator's TreasureA Navigator's Treasure:A Navigator's Treasure in Free Verse More Like This
For she who watches the tides of the sea
For she who guides the weary ship.
There is no greater treasure for her
Than a scroll of an ancient writ...
This artifact that we did find
Was stolen from a dragon's behind
Plucked it out from the creature's rear
whilst it nestled the egg that it held dear
So gold and fine was this glorious egg
That soon my mind began to renege
It was filled with thoughts of gold and riches
So tangible that I nearly pissed me britches
Me accent soon began to change
I thought like a thug who was most deranged
Gamblin' at tables would be might fine
With an egg of such a rich design.
So I stole the thing and ran fer tha night
But soon my mind returned ta tha light
I forgot that the scroll was meant fer yer birthday
Sorry Lyra, we'll get it another day...
"And that's why I uh, got ye this egg Lyra, uh, happy birthday yah?"
-Chen Yuan Wen, 29th June 2012
The Nature of LeadershipMy friends,The Nature of Leadership in Philosophical More Like This
I come before you as a Captain, but one who has learned from the ways of the past. I address you now to speak both of myself and of the belief that I hold for the future. We are humans, creatures of free thought and free speech. We gather in groups, connecting with those who are like-minded. We form these bonds because it is impossible for us to live alone, but even then, we think and act as freely for that is the gift of our being.
Yet even such gifts can be abused at times. Often we do not realise that the weight that our tongue may be enough to sink another in grief. Each word that we speak must be chosen carefully, for the power of the speaker compounds the weight of his speech. Some, carrying their first spark of greatness, might take this too far and abuse their strength. I was one of those individual, if you had known me in my early days. I spoke carelessly, without concern for any other and I viewed this as my given right. Indeed, I was shown to be very wrong.
Glove Slap!I am a shackled man,Glove Slap! in Free Verse More Like This
Links from my head to my toes.
Don't even ask how I got them,
Man, I don't even know!
But one thing is very clear to me,
I'll whisper it too...
These aren't here to protect me son,
They're here to protect you!
For if I wasn't chained,
If I wasn't locked down tight-
I'd have my hands up,
Taking you on as my next fight.
'Cause all I know is fighting,
Either fittin' or spittin'
You better take up your stance,
Or I'll be startin' the hittin',
And ain't no chance for quittin'!
No tappin' or the ref stop.
Because it's time to teach you,
How we really do hip-hop!
-Chennie, 12th May 2014
You've Gone Far EnoughHow many times have you tried, just to put me down,You've Gone Far Enough in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
The last time I remember, I was underground.
And even then I rose up, just to challenge the greats.
You might be thinking that your wins are all a part of your fate;
But it's not!
You're a little puppet in the game,
And when you try to take me out, you'll be feeling the strain!
I will be breathing down your neck and it's offense;
No nonsense. I am the Word of Chen, execution commence!
And now you're feeling the pressure, I'll make you suffer;
Your words try to cut me, but you're bleeding your brother!
You don't recognize that I'm the one who paved your way;
And now you're crying, sweating bullets, while you kneel and pray-
I don't find you. You're scared! Your soul is bared,
The only thing that makes us different is the fact that I cared!
But it don't matter now boy! You can laugh and smile,
Because the only thing left is to burn you in a Word of Chen style.
- Chennie, 21st October 2014