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[roki]

Is the audience supposed to laugh at "She is Mulan?"

That was good. It was like super cheesy turned into massively and unexpectedly cheesy and it just worked.

[Underlined_Negativist]

I'm having Fun reading what you write

Yes, maybe people are supposed to laugh, most of them

[Catoptric]

@Catatrophic You use many advanced Words

I wrote this like 2012 in The Madhouse:

Wakeful at sleepless Nights
No alibies
Tryin'a find a Way
And who can say?

Reflection on The Road
Construction to be told
Death to Leave away
Who can sa Nay?

Honor has gone before
My lady at The Door
Searching for a Way
And Then Go play

With the garden tools, i gave today, planting a Flower, for yesterday, doing what she really wants and who can say nay, doing what she really wants, and who can say nay

*Now* She is The Government. She is my Defensive Weapon like The Brainchild of Zeus ... She is both Beautiful and Strong. She is Mulan

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KK8FHdFluOQ

I have incorporated free-verse writing, in addition to intentional prose, at times; I suppose the gist of the character, Mulan, is that of playing a part of a social caste, which incidentally I wrote about a few months ago.

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7/31/2020 Vestigial

Remnant's of a caste
Saunters off, the past
Ebbs of freedom, goes
Long, for reason; known
Servants to a cause;
Circuits to a fault
Worships, to assault;
No higher, purpose; for us all.
Bent toward, untoward.

RMP

Which is not unlike a much earlier writing:

12-22-2006 Directory of Lost Pages

Directory of lost, pages;
Tome to all our, lost sages,
Begins with work, of loss; brazen,
Endlessly, for sought, wages.
Bourne to lead, for sought, haven,
Bereft, with ease--torn down--gave in,
Along notes, to gleam, of life saved;
An endless deed, turns out, faded.
Drawn, to all our, safe-havens,
Care, with ease for life, bathed in.
Derelict, this brought,
As we leave this, fraught laden.
And so, we squeeze out, time,
Taken to, please all, signs,
Lost too, for the wise,
Seeking out, all, our whines.
Strewn out, lifeless; imbued,
Like strenuous slight, too strewn.
Benign, for all, whom knew,
Though, if not, for plight; few do.
Trend, to endless, news,
Grasped by, very few.
Finds, are given, lose,
For all, who care, to do.

RMP

I keep on altering the grammar as I'm not sure if it's poetic license to use commas as syntax, or to evoke a sort of tempo with the word placement.

[Underlined_Negativist]

It's a bit too poetic. You are trying to make a song (lyric pluss rythm). It is not so difficult. In time i've learnt to put other lyrics to known beats effectively, at the drop of a hat.

It's an art of making beats and rythms and melodies (call it style). It needs to be taught. It is a theme for muscisians to "create own songs".

[Underlined_Negativist]

You said Vestigal https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ER0Cu0KQFqM

[Catoptric]

Chrysalis 1/3/2021

Wrapped up in a message,
Of comfort in distress,
And coddled insecurities.
The pangs of metamorphosis;
Cloying and furtive,
With pensive eyes towards succor,
Of self-restraint.

The manacles of a persona,
Collectively pursed against enmity;
Towards calamity,
In a vacuum of self-admittance,
And self-acknowledgement.
Persuasion’s tattered mass;
Of societal-entropy.

Finding fault in disharmony;
En masse with collateral,
On the back-end of a new season
Is a stoic-mummy, reborn anew.
A zombie, vetted with life-experience,
Sated by the wrappings of persistence.

Of compliance, conformity, and compassion;
The illusion of magic,
Is song of coward's mock.
The parsimony of sages is that of refrain,
With the appearance of bliss.
The sleight-of-hand is not remiss.

RMP