Poetry Slam
Sms-battle mellan två DP-fans...
Snabb regelgenomgång för icke-initierade: Sarkasmer, ironi och cynism är som tomat ost och skinka på en pizza, det blir inget utan det. Capisce? Ok? Box!
Presentation:
In the blue corner:
Oh life full of sorrow,
Too boring too long.
My heart is constantly bleeden.
Keep falling in love but keep doing it wrong.
And I am Victoria of Sweden
In the red corner:
Love has found its way at last,
Mending up my broken past.
Every girl know who I be:
I am Mike from Juoksengi!
Rond 1:
Blue corner:
What, I ask, is wrong with me?
With all I do I disagree
One part says no, another yes
I want to lie but yet confess
Can I explain what I don't know?
Like why I stay when I should go
If I don't know me, how can you?
How can your feelings then be true?
How could I ever make a choice?
Which one is my inner voice?
Will I ever happy be?
With all I do I disagree.
Red corner:
Oh tragic is your song in minor key,
So unbecoming a woman like thee.
Instead listen to my joyous melody:
To get love right-
You must put up a fight,
And see what's behind all monogamy!
Does she know what she misses,
Between flowers and kisses?
A friend that cares for our mrs.
Rond 2
Blue corner:
Would you love me forever,
If I'm polite and well spoken like you want me to be?
Smile when appropriate and never,
Speak my mind or make a scene when someone can see.
If you're holding a dove,
Never letting it free
Would it really be love?
Would it really be me?
Red corner:
I don't want to sound cheezy,
But it is very easy;
Remember my words
when you fly with the birds
And cupid sings of love's wonderful things:
You cannot have both roots and wings!
//
The referees calls a split decision!
Snabb regelgenomgång för icke-initierade: Sarkasmer, ironi och cynism är som tomat ost och skinka på en pizza, det blir inget utan det. Capisce? Ok? Box!
Presentation:
In the blue corner:
Oh life full of sorrow,
Too boring too long.
My heart is constantly bleeden.
Keep falling in love but keep doing it wrong.
And I am Victoria of Sweden
In the red corner:
Love has found its way at last,
Mending up my broken past.
Every girl know who I be:
I am Mike from Juoksengi!
Rond 1:
Blue corner:
What, I ask, is wrong with me?
With all I do I disagree
One part says no, another yes
I want to lie but yet confess
Can I explain what I don't know?
Like why I stay when I should go
If I don't know me, how can you?
How can your feelings then be true?
How could I ever make a choice?
Which one is my inner voice?
Will I ever happy be?
With all I do I disagree.
Red corner:
Oh tragic is your song in minor key,
So unbecoming a woman like thee.
Instead listen to my joyous melody:
To get love right-
You must put up a fight,
And see what's behind all monogamy!
Does she know what she misses,
Between flowers and kisses?
A friend that cares for our mrs.
Rond 2
Blue corner:
Would you love me forever,
If I'm polite and well spoken like you want me to be?
Smile when appropriate and never,
Speak my mind or make a scene when someone can see.
If you're holding a dove,
Never letting it free
Would it really be love?
Would it really be me?
Red corner:
I don't want to sound cheezy,
But it is very easy;
Remember my words
when you fly with the birds
And cupid sings of love's wonderful things:
You cannot have both roots and wings!
//
The referees calls a split decision!
Guerrilla Radio
All is fair in love and war
All in love is fair
Never would it let us down,
barely missing by a pair...?
But...
What in war is fair I ask;
to send our young ones out to bleed,
to meet their horrid task?
Never does it satisfy
never will it please you
hollow are our promises,
exactly like we're used to.
Choke on wine and cheddar cheese
life is what we make of it
I still have my own ideas
BREAKING NEWS:
A truce has been called in the war against loneliness.
Armed forces has been ordered not to cross enemy lines and to respect given boundaries.
The situation is described by eye-witnesses as a "watchful wait" as negotiators run their errands of diplomacy. Chances for further battles are, however, by experts deemed as "poor".
Further updates on the subject to follow, Stay tuned.
Thank you for watching http://definition.blogg.se
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All in love is fair
Never would it let us down,
barely missing by a pair...?
But...
What in war is fair I ask;
to send our young ones out to bleed,
to meet their horrid task?
Never does it satisfy
never will it please you
hollow are our promises,
exactly like we're used to.
Choke on wine and cheddar cheese
life is what we make of it
I still have my own ideas
BREAKING NEWS:
A truce has been called in the war against loneliness.
Armed forces has been ordered not to cross enemy lines and to respect given boundaries.
The situation is described by eye-witnesses as a "watchful wait" as negotiators run their errands of diplomacy. Chances for further battles are, however, by experts deemed as "poor".
Further updates on the subject to follow, Stay tuned.
Thank you for watching http://definition.blogg.se
XXZZZXXXXZ/////VÍVALAREVOLUCIÓNXXZX//X/X//XZQ
Automatic Writing
Ett slut är en början.
Ett slut är en början.
men det är det som händer där mellan slut och nystart som är det intressanta! För början och slut innebär alltid det samma; avsked, allvar, anticipation, och vart vi tar vägen däremellan är egentligen helt upp till oss själva; vi kan ta kortaste vägen, en rät linje mellan punkterna, vi kan vända blad för att hitta en ny sida, läsa och förundras över sidospår som leder en till nya platser som vi kanske bara besöker en gång även om vi alltid längtar tillbaka till den trygga famnen till en kvinnas doft i en kort tid ryckt ur all kontext, en parentes som aspirerar på att betyda mer än sitt sammanhang (jag DIGGAR dig!) som du ändå tröttnat på för verkligheten är ändå ett ekorrhjul och visst har väl Ali rätt, man kan inte ha både rötter och vingar men rötter har du aldrig haft för du rör dig framåt framåt framåt och framåt i en driven rörelse utan specifikt mål men framåt ska du för vid målet väntar det du förtjänar, ett slut som leder till en ny början, för varje början formas av det föregående slutet men du slutar inte förrän du når en punkt av tillfredsställelse eller är det kanske resignation det vet du inte förrän du är där även om du närmar dig sakta men du gör det taktfast för du är trygg i vetskapen att...
Ett slut är en början.
Micke 2.0 (beta)
En betaversion, uppgraderad men med brister. Små buggar och detaljer som måste putsas och prövas i verkligheten så man ser hur det fungerar.
"Micke, du är en bra kille, men inte riktigt klar med dig själv", tyckte hon som tyckte om att tycka till om allt.
-"Tacka fan för det!" tyckte jag.
"Micke, du är en bra kille, men inte riktigt klar med dig själv", tyckte hon som tyckte om att tycka till om allt.
-"Tacka fan för det!" tyckte jag.
Mera Dorothy
Godspeed
