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He’s a stranger to the world
but never stranger to his words,
Once a stranger to the world,
but now a visitor of my own.

You, who understood silence,
You, who wrote “sonnet to science”
you, a lover in penitence
who built castles from conscience. 

Your heart, beating at discordant melodies,
a genius knitting horrors and other rarities,
and the night a raven whispered to your ink,
your letters rhymed the blackness of what night reveals.

Wake from far beyond,
sleep through insanity,
how would you come to know,
come to know that you’d be loved?
now that your soul is gone..
so long gone..

I can see all through your eyes,
the universe inside
of your restless soul and mind,
you guide me through the light
 of worlds untried.

Come back to tell me a story
of death, fears and beauty,
wicked minds, a dream-like masquerade.
Your presence has not decayed 

And I’m thrilled to imagine what you could write
of all the mysteries you’re living on the other side.
With you madness had never been so sane,
streams and lines, and rhymes of nocturnes
in your veins.

You’re a metaphor that echoes through the years
discounting seconds to mere dreams..

Past as unreal, life as a dream,
forever live, no more to bleed
beneath your skin,
your pages recite everything,
ventures, mazes and atmospheres, 
the fear, the love, the thoughts within,
you’ve been here after all these years,
to all your words I hold so dear.

Wake from far beyond,
sleep through insanity
how would you come to know?
come to know that you’d be loved
now that your soul is gone
so long gone…

Edgar Allan Poe,
Oh Edgar Allan Poe.
You were never gone
Edgar Allan Poe.

Echoes Around A Poet

V.1
Its RE: Verse the meanest team on earth no need to research, we work like we worth millions for killing each verse 

A rebirth of words we murder in beats to be heard by any person we see hollering at us, "ME FIRST!" 

I'm a sweep the turf, knock Em feet first and make Em eat dirt, bleeding through his t shirt and stomp em until his spleen burst 

Precursor to me furthering hurt again, these jerks know ima guillotine or be leaving em needing to be nursed 

We Neanderthals and goons assaulting bafoons, catapult fireballs in there tombs this is salt in the wounds, crawling to there tombs with dangling limbs, grab razors and pins, and engrave our names in there skin 

(Fuck em up) AOK is gunna shred the competition it's essential not coincidence...wreck em all for insolence, pressure on em infinite so question our equivalence? the beat is what I beat em with, the weapon drawn is instruments 

Chorus 
RE: Verse is back and we'll give it to that ass, Definition of a Rap Flow within what we have

We dont give a fuck, we don't give a fuck We dont give a fuck (fuck) fuck (fuck) fuck (fuck) fuck (fuck) fuck (fuck) 

RE: Verse is back and we'll give it to that ass, Legends Never Die so consider it a wrap

We dont give a fuck, we don't give a fuck We dont give a fuck (fuck) fuck (fuck) fuck (fuck) fuck (fuck) fuck (fuck) 

V.2 Verse 
My music's a mixture a sipping chlorox, and sniffing board chalk/ sicker then a morgue, and running with scissors in cornstocks/ wizards and warlocks, raping bitches in porn shops, me and AOK advise you don't listen or watch 

And Massaka my family, attack'd be insanity, a fantasy, no factory, the rhapsody comparably a masterpiece, apparently ya strategy is barely impact I'll be in fact the reenactor of calamity 

Shocking like a defibrillator, gut you like a Garcia vega, toss you in a incinerator, it's nothing to humiliate ya 

Generator of heat but still colder than a refrigerator, infiltrator of beat murder call me the liquidator 

A dictator quick to cater sick lyrics are in my nature, ink hits the paper and disintegrates ta mist an vapor 

Take a picture of my ass bitch and kiss it later, scintillators to the senses of a simple hater 

Chorus 
RE: Verse is back and we'll give it to that ass, Definition of a Rap Flow within what we have

We dont give a fuck, we don't give a fuck We dont give a fuck (fuck) fuck (fuck) fuck (fuck) fuck (fuck) fuck (fuck) 

RE: Verse is back and we'll give it to that ass, Legends Never Die so consider it a wrap

We dont give a fuck, we don't give a fuck We dont give a fuck (fuck) fuck (fuck) fuck (fuck) fuck (fuck) fuck (fuck) 

V.3 
I'm a rapper that's schemin, leaving you battered and beaten blood splatter an leaking, between every crack an secretion want to play with the sultan, the name of the game is repulsion brains are bulging pain to indulge in when im caving ya skull in 

Bile spitter I'm sick, the vile shit ima kick....a god born man profit of lyrical hits RE: Verse get used to it, AOK and Massaka are lunatics coming through...better getcha crucifix 

Chorus 
RE: Verse is back and we'll give it to that ass, Definition of a Rap Flow within what we have

We dont give a fuck, we don't give a fuck We dont give a fuck (fuck) fuck (fuck) fuck (fuck) fuck (fuck) fuck (fuck) 

RE: Verse is back and we'll give it to that ass, Legends Never Die so consider it a wrap

We dont give a fuck, we don't give a fuck We dont give a fuck (fuck) fuck (fuck) fuck (fuck) fuck (fuck) fuck (fuck)

Definition of a Rap Flow Contest Entry (Sam Peckinpah)

MY L.O.V.E                        *NEW MUSIC*                LIKE | SHARE | FOLLOW

The Lighter Side Of My Music..
Inspired by Love, Loss, Confusion, Life.

Lifetime Literature

day to night with more than just words in sight
the fear we feel, the unknown path
this our journey we write together
for in these words upon these pages,
we write our lives away, showing our true selves, releasing pressure
as you write, like molding clay, it begins to take shape
let the ink run dry, dont care to smear the insanity
as we look upto the sky..this is anything but vanity
love bound together ..a library of emotion
both transfixed.. a diary of devotion
looking perplexed as We become literature
not knowing what comes next we trust the text
As the letters become words.. creating a picture
binded in this blindness..
entwined in madness forever

hold on tight
its happening
let it flow
from your mind
to your fingertips
spill it out upon the page
exposed for all to see
letters become reality
its time for us to 

opening for the first time..together like a book
as we read through eachothers chapters
turning the pages, together we're hooked
hang off each others every word
fearing we are only going backwards
the words we wrote..will we be heard?
As it comes to the end.. its ripped in two
torn in half.. thrown into the fire
the story inside
a careless action so dire
you dont realise the damage youve done
as the flames rise
you watch it burn
white to black
as the embers flicker
life to ashes
black to nothingness
Dont you see?
We're the same....
me & you.....
a work of art, told by time, so many more mountains to climb
im willing to give you my heart and lower my fist
live in the now..lets not get ahead of time, 
give you all and be freed by your kiss
....for this is my only wish

hold on tight
its happening
let it flow
from your mind
to your fingertips
spill it out upon the page
we'll expose for all to see
letters become reality
its time for us to 

Lifetime Literature

Mirror

NRR79 w/ Tim Lattie (Lattie Ink)

Angels & Aliens

Comic book artist, the creator of NIGHT STARS,
Tim Lattie (Lattie Ink) joins us to talk about Aliens,
his trip to Roswell, New Mexico, comic book movies,
review of Corey Feldman at Southport Music Hall,
WildKat Sports & Entertainment, and what it's like
to go from door man to UN propagandist.

Break Music by: Naughty Palace

ALSO TONIGHT:

Local Entertainment News 
∙ Entertainment Czar goes to Alpha vs. Beta Podcast
∙ Review of Chaos and Insanity: Breach, House of Goats, Jak Locke Rock show and more

For the Masses 
∙ Review of Extraordinary: The Stan Romanek Story on Netflix
∙ PPVGuys return?
∙ Movie previews of The Hitman's Bodyguard & The Dark Tower Movie
∙ What's Mayday gotta say & another Ali investigation

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Season 7

Not Real Radio Episode 79 ∙ Angels & Aliens

I spent some time insanity
East and west the cuckoo flies
Rusty old utilities
Skulls and bones in my eyes
Passionate evil, that passion for you
We had the keys to Hell's quarters (corridor)
Maggots and weevils seated in pews
and when I opened those church doors

Oh look haha welcome now come inside and you'll take the vow
you'd be crazy not to join and pray you'd be crazy not to come this way
okay so you should step in line we'll write in ink and then with blood you'll sign
head the markings upon my chest yes lets join hands and we'll sing the rest

Riddled with sweaty profusions of mud- t-t-t-t-t-today junior
his voice was the cow my mind was the cud- come on sign
put pen to paper and signed it in blood - haha okay time to baptize

Foul as the shit stain's stench on the nose
or bubbling, cindered, and curdeled marrow
seeping like jizzum from ash-splinter bones
And spreading like fever sprung raw from the moans...
Who would of thought of impeccable taste
when penis was abcess in place on the waist
but the cries of the pus-worms sound timbred and strong
when piercing there ways into serum filled thongs
Drooling like bludgeoned, unbearably tame
from maggoty filtrates one fecund name
what festers within his senile brain
but what other than 'I love all this pain'


Time to baptize

I don't need to read between lines to see lies,
All I gotta do is look right into your eyes,
I can read aggression, depression, and pride,
It's all a game of what I see and what you hide,
Captivate the masses with a flow that rides,
Lincoln Continental's, dreams of being inter-continental,
Killin' em' with simple fundamentals,
I know this will lead to something monumental,
But right now, I feel like I'm stuck somewhere in the middle,
Of this black hole, where all the restless souls go,
Before the journey begins again, I hope God knows,
I feel the heat increase as the blood in my heart flows,
Like the wind blows, through the holes of open windows,
I feel the beat knock between my temples,
It's time I unleash this pen, sins written in ink, and my soul is the pad,
Can't hold-things we don't-grab,
Tell me why good-things go-bad,
In the midst of all the struggle we forget-what we-had,
It's a cold world, some long, some sad,
And for some that's all you'll ever need,
Nothing will grow if you don't plant a seed,
Don't need an arrow, to show you where it leads,
Long way to go, til you ever reach that peak,
Fully elevated, eyes lit by street scenes,
It's how I keep my sanity, among insanity that life brings,
If I was auxilary you'd hear a heart sing,
Of all the blessing, and all the struggle,
It's how I make my way above the hustle,
So high, my soul flys above the space shuttle,
Where more lies than ever could be seen,
And this soon my resting place will be,

What Lies

The Suns Wheel
By Alfred Key

Infinite as the desert
recorded and distorted as a metaphysical river
take a picture
laminate the future
rewind the time and watch
in kaleidoscope minds
genius I've become
ascend toward the sun
with my molecule done
become one
once a shaman man
MetaTronic I am
my voice is heavier than bombs dropped on japan
unpredictable as Coltrane 
My brain
God given as the flame
burning in the suns name
sphere of a spirit written in pain 
no gain
flashing lights
cutting through the night
white pedals held in the palms of a silver scythe
roll the dice 
cast twice 
for a card game
paper cuts, lost touch
the feelings in my legs go numb
mistakes made scratched out on the page
In ink
burned on a Sunday

morning news, more blues
find a different tune
think of all the things to do
still feeling low
lash out on the telephone
free will
red finger nails
cutting my flesh
in a sexual celebration
inebriation
behind the wheel in the sun
my engines run
planets on “top gun”
no fear
freaked out
Blacked out
lights out
be careful
I've bottomed out
flew to low to the sun
I should of known
fire burns when you get to close

some hope
In my gyroscope
cold flash of light
in a silicon rope
suns rays cutting through the haze
golden feathers touching my face
In a daze
Halos chip away
black titles, wax vinyl
pink chains
break away
suicidal tendencies
In a touch of rage
cant complain
Broken face
down in the mud
no blood
Invisible cuts
my eyes shut 
awake
another day
in the cold sun
foundations of the earth
run away
with me
cant you see?
I breath in everything 
you can give me
suffocated
once hated
blank page
of a street lamp
once paved
will disintegrate
and rust away
just like
a metal bird in a

trapped tin cage
cant you see 
insanity is in me
everything memorize me 

The Suns Wheel

Vicious Tattoo -  
Words & Music by Paul Watts - 

Drawing insanity,
Twisting the mind of me,
Wired to the root of me - vicious tattoo.

Insidious ink on me,
Under the skin of me,
Bleeding me, reading me, staining me blue.

Scripting my destiny,
Writing the path for me,
Seeping, its leaking in - vicious tattoo.

Needles like pistons feed,
Puncture and make me bleed,
Creeps an Indelible imprint of you.

Chorus -
Tear out my heart,
Tear up my soul,
Tear me to pieces,
Relinquish control.

Tear me a new one,
Tear down the walls,
Tear into me, Infamy,
Scream.

Solo -

Chorus -

Slowly you poison me,
Dying the whole of me,
Burrowing deeper and drawing me in.

Cover me, smother me,
Sketch of another me,
Evil designs on me – sketching my sin.

Crawls at the heart of me,
Can't for the life of me,
See clear for the image I first drew of you.

Unknotting my memories,
Tangles and broken dreams,
Parasite, second sight – vicious tattoo.

Chorus x 2 -

Solo -

Chorus x 2 -


From the soundtrack of the novel - Tin Men: A Tale of Reenactment -
Song especially written to evoke the dark mood within the novel. 
Words & Music by Paul Watts -

Synopsis -
When medieval re-enactors The House of Alderford attend the grand re-opening of Castle Clastermackle, little do they imagine the living history event they are attending will become just that – living history. Renovation works have breached the seal of magical protection imprisoning an ancient and evil presence which now seeks a host in order to carry out hateful vengeance.

Also in attendance are notorious biker gang The Plague. Leader, Nicholas Maiden, pursues a witness to the castle. By his hand a man lies in a coma and Nick intends to ensure his involvement in that crime is kept from the police. He already suspects other gang members of plotting to oust him but finds his leadership jeopardised further by an inconvenient reunion with long estranged sibling rival Gerald, head of the Alderford household.

As day turns to nightmare, will the brothers' Maiden put aside their differences to unite against the greater evil, or will greed and betrayal lead to the destruction of all? Whatever the outcome, one thing is for certain - the darkness is coming!

Mirror

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