Poetry - The Best Battle Won - Poem and brief history

[Ballad of Birds]

So I have been writing for a few years now. I enjoy rhyming things. It started as a silly foray writing messages to people for fun. Not too long after I fell in love and writing poetry became a serious form of expression for what my young mind was experiencing. After heartbreak gave me a mountain of overtly emo yet worthwhile scribbles I moved on to battle rapping. I mopped the floor with pretty much every opponent I had but was quick to grow weary of all the bullshit that was inseparable from that scene. In my junior year of high school every single assignment and answer I gave in my English class rhymed. I stalled out towards the end of high school. Life moved me away from writing. Life was still very full, and in that time I accrued a wealth of story and insights. My birds would bring home stories of fathoming hell and soaring angelic with just a pinch of psychedelic. So when I came to college I had shit to write about again, but I still needed to push my style. Very early on I decided multi-syllable rhyming was the way to go and became quite good at it. However, my new trend then was to exhaust the living hell out of the same multi through out an entire piece- keeping the same rhyme for 10+ lines. This coupled with personal growth and experience pushed me further and further into the abstract and bizarre. I experimented with novel rhyming techniques and let the content go wild. I recently went through a very productive spurt after lending my structure, not just content, to the bizarre and abstract. The majority of this poem was what spearheaded that movement in me and now I have finally gone back, touched it up, and gave it the proper depth & story it begged of me.

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The Best Battle Won is encapsulated by struggle. It first examines sadism and barbarism and prods the psychoses and neuroses that harm the individual just as much as these individuals harm others. It wanders into the justification of wrong birthing war and deeper conflict. It breaks down to general struggle internal and external, rational and irrational, bringing them onto a stage of equality. The movement to overcome this indomitable foe - letting going. A release of the fear and pain driving the machine that is finally exemplified by the embrace of death by a suicide jumper.

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The best battle won
Killin' it 'til the death rattle's done
Capricious range simplicity missile
Vicious fangs, sympathy distal
Gimme epiphanies twisted in thistle
Sing our sweet symphony, pistol
Double barrel parallelism
Lewis Carroll on seroquel, parable vision
Tarot card terrible lesions and cerebral palsy
Seminal thinking with marital status
Imperative passion, saber tooth serotonin, seraph assassin
Mangle the bangalore, merit the action
Crush these mother fuckers with new fangled contraptions
Anger, Anglo, and Saxon
Claw hammers and clamor
God damn 'em to phantoms
Banana clip bonanza grandeur wrecked
Panoramic panic sans panzer breath
Pfizer fret, imbibe the bible
Fly to death, diatribal fighter jet
Tongue tie the neck
Bear trap synaptics
Meth labs and cactus
Jet lag infraction
Switch blade position
Dig graves and listen
This day is different
Fists raise in triumph
Display the giant
We die tomorrow
But today we weed out the sorrow
Breathe deep and reroute the laurels
We don the sacred
Because everything’s okay when…
You free fall and realize…
It's only your face that hits the pavement.

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Thanks to all those who gave me their time. I hope it proved to be worthwhile. Feedback or any comments on anything are all greatly appreciated. Bests.