Thursday, April 30, 2009

Rhyme-a-Day: Crepuscular

Crepuscular \kri-PUS-kyuh-lur\, adjective:

1. Of, pertaining to, or resembling twilight; dim.
2. (Zoology) Appearing or active at twilight.

The hustlers always tend to be crepuscular
posted on the corners, searching for customers


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Wednesday, April 29, 2009

Rhyme-a-Day: Peccadillo

Peccadillo \peck-uh-DIL-oh\, noun:

A slight offense; a petty fault.

Skin tougher than an armadillo
not bothered by the peccadillo


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Tuesday, April 28, 2009

Rhyme-a-Day: Quiddity

Quiddity \KWID-ih-tee\, n.:

1. The essence, nature, or distinctive peculiarity of a thing.
2. A hairsplitting distinction; a trifling point; a quibble.
3. An eccentricity; an odd feature.

My life in its quiddity, is pushing the liquidity
of the flow words from my soul, with sick delivery

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Monday, April 27, 2009


chimerical \ky-MER-ih-kuhl; -MIR-; kih-\, adjective:

1. Merely imaginary; produced by or as if by a wildly fanciful imagination; fantastic; improbable or unrealistic.
2. Given to or indulging in unrealistic fantasies or fantastic schemes.

Rap lines inclined to speak the chimerical
ideas of success, indulging in materials

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Friday, April 24, 2009

Rhyme-a-Day: Ephemeral

Ephemeral \ih-FEM-er-ul\, adjective:

1. Beginning and ending in a day; existing only, or no longer than, a day; as, an ephemeral flower.
2. Short-lived; existing or continuing for a short time only.

Strive to be a seminal individual
building success pass the ephemeral


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Thursday, April 23, 2009

Rhyme-a-Day: Aegis

Aegis \EE-jis\, noun:

1. Protection; support.
2. Sponsorship; patronage.
3. Guidance, direction, or control.
4. A shield or protective armor; -- applied in mythology to the shield of Zeus.

Brave act, hard face, when faced with anxiousness
fear control minds, without a faith Aegis

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Wednesday, April 22, 2009

Rhyme-a-Day: Nescience

Nescience \NESH-uhn(t)s; NESH-ee-uhn(t)s\, noun:

Lack of knowledge or awareness; ignorance.

Nescience is bliss, decadents amiss
conscience on the fritz, by the glam and glitz

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Tuesday, April 21, 2009

Rhyme-a-Day: Etiolate

Etiolate \EE-tee-uh-layt\, transitive verb:

1. (Botany) To bleach and alter the natural development of (a green plant) by excluding sunlight.
2. To make pale or sickly.
3. To make weak by stunting the growth or development of.
4. (Botany) To become bleached or whitened, as when grown without sunlight.

Don't let it be too late, minds do etiolate
If we don't correct paths and set them straight

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Monday, April 20, 2009

Rhyme-a-Day: outré

outré \oo-TRAY\,adjective: Unconventional; eccentric; bizarre.

Situation outré, fearing for the new day,
Got to a make a change, 'fore what we love goes away.

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Saturday, April 18, 2009

Rhyme-a-Day: Labile

Labile /Lay-byl/: Open to change; apt or likely to change; adaptable.

Got a flow, a style, that's agile
Got to grow a life that's labile

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Friday, April 17, 2009

Rhyme a Day:Impugn

Impugn - to call in question

I impugn these notions of doom

breaking the boom, set to consume


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Thursday, April 16, 2009


Susurrus \su-SUHR-uhs\ a whispering or rustling sound; a murmur

Time to get quiet, this part is dangerous
when they plan to riot, it starts a susurrus

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I'm great! Get it! Don't twist it! Embrace it! Can't erase it!
I'm great! whether its fate or not,
if cool is the temperature then I'd be hot.
I'm great! They debate. Get irate. Start the hate parades,
celebrating year and years of hateration in the hater nation,
trying to impeach the occupation of greatness.
Wait! Rush! Hush! Speak! Stand up! Take a seat. Then repeat.
I'm great like tony the tiger cause they are frosted flakes,
with their icicle glares. Freaky like the care bears' stare.
Mommy I'm scared. That's only way to be brave, my dear. Through fear you say.

I'm great! So great, in fact, you name your children after me,
then rearrange the pronunciation because it's too much to live up to.
Right, Jesus? Si. And you say.
I'm great! And it is blasphemous to say my name
out of context of sacred paths towards the highway to heaven.
I am rock legend! And congregation shouts

I'm great! Build your house out of stick, stones, straw or whatever.
Through turbulent weather, bad wolfs, vengeful hawks,
my foundation holds any abode, a la mode, or a la carte, in your heart, you know that

I'm great! Can't spectate anymore, gotta kick in doors.
Wage war for peace of mind; defuse land mines,
planted by enemy spies. Who know I'm indestructible from perimeter attacks.
So they sneak in close, and stick doubt in like a tack.
But I am not the board. I am the wall. I am the great wall.
Graffiti tagged with portraits of my conquest over fears, jeers, jabs, and burns.
I grow. I learn. I teach. I yearn, I earn every battle mark.
My medals? My scars. For all who impugn my claim and jest from afar.
You deny, but they reply,
I'm great! I say, we are!


By Desmond Spann "DLUX THE LIGHT" Copyright 2009


Wednesday, April 15, 2009

Rhyme a Day:Frisson

frisson- a moment of intense excitement

This is the moment that I finally get on

Tried keep to my cool during this frisson


Tuesday, April 14, 2009

Rhyme a Day:Pulchritude

pulchritude - beauty; comeliness; grace; loveliness

Excuse me miss I don’t mean to be rude.

But you have a presence of pulchritude.


Thursday, April 9, 2009

Crazy House Scene


Oh you hard Now, Thug style, no smile, infantile, man child

Quick to throw a tantrum at the slightest infraction

Cracking your ice demeanor, melting with this heater

Smashing through your tweeters, I feel you getting weaker

Got your beaker of liquid brave, here comes the rage, talking loud

Set the stage, start the play.

You act mean in this scene, to be seen as dollar king,

Drinking like you kill bills cause money at a damn thing

Change, now act like you slang rocks like sling shots,

Got Omar glocks, at your chop shop, with them fat knots

Strange, no one knows your name, or realized that you came

This ain't cheers, no one cares, why you're here, or what you claim

Can't claim pimp, just cause you limp and set trip

You play hard on asphalt; your street cred is default

With no fed plot, to snatch your gwop, you better stop lying

Hawks out, caught the wind, of when you send bullets flying

Not tough enough for fisticuffs, call bluffs like debt collectors

Check your vectors and your angles 'fore you tangle with the

Highest Degree, Oh you better hear me clearly

Not your average pedigree of Spoken word emcees

I'm hard like front bus seats, of the mid 50's

Like them fire hosed streets, and them canine teeth

With my bark the might of my bite, Charleston chew gats

Spit back, bullets, to make you Dance Sucka, Move, Sucka

I hit like the KnunChuckas, You Don't want to test

The photons I possess, harness by direct sunlight exposure

A warrior as king, Crown on the front lines

With soldiers on all sides, we revolt tonight

So no bullshit with the peanut gallery

Keep it chill and speak casually

Don't need unjust fatalities

Like Oscar Grant in Cali

If somebody think they got something to say

Wish the punk would try to bring it your way

They know that there is no recess today

When we step in the house, they know we don't play


By Desmond Spann "DLUX THE LIGHT" Copyright 2009



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