Event Horizon, by Hugo The Poet

Event Horizon

by Hugo The Poet

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	1.	EVENT HORIZON 03:34	lyrics	buy track
	Captain’s Log… star date… I can’t read the star date a decade has passed since I watched the last charts fade And the last tell-tales and LEDs blinked their last info into the mental inputs of the real captain of this star ship but here I sit, the only member of the crew that remains And for all I know the last remaining member of the human race sent on this ship as a corridor sweeper and generally useless case one more face among the swarms who boarded this escape ship into outer space Now the crew gone without a trace, forever lost all succumbing to radiation poisoning from a hidden source leaving me sitting here on the bridge alone with my thoughts staring at the view screen as the ship is locked into a collision course with a black hole. so this is it… a message from the last soul to ever record a message, stranded here on an atoll an atom, a dust mote, floating on the solar winds my scribbled rhyme book and pen now my only friends moving, sinking, star ships enterprising super nova galaxies are rising new be ginnings as the end’s arriving shooting over the event horizon an atom, a dust mote, floating on the solar winds my scribbled rhyme book and pen now my only friends Yeah, I was a rapper on earth before the planet was blown away and i got co opted on this one way trip and flown to space Rap was the way my soul could play, linking syllables with potency to paint graphic pictures with lexicographic poetry couple couplets with sixteens, crammed with similes metaphors, metonyms, myriad melliflous flows to create a careful, yet effortless crafting like I was molding clay I could freestyle with force and bring forth hope and dismay draw the listener through the full spectrum flexing lyrics to own the profane the sacred, the in between, to the outer limits and back home again Now every being that used to have ears has been drowned in flames I have no audience whatsoever here to spit out a phrase and to present my rhyming, Ah well, the end’s arriving the ship and me are ripped apart in an instant as we arrive in the tide of the event horizon. moving, sinking, star ships enterprising super nova galaxies are rising new be ginnings as the end’s arriving shooting over the event horizon the end’s arriving, a second stretches to millennia prising the ship, ripping it apart as we enter the event horizon Or we entered it one endless nanosecond ago, comprising blinding bright darknesses that swallow light behind them my mind spreads from a body long destroyed, crushed to smithereens consciousness still in the void, I enter dreams of nothingness, no time, not even light beams forever… never… then all of a sudden I’m inspired to freestyle some rhyme schemes I begin to spit slang at the end of time, I enter mind, and mine within the centre of forever to let it combine, intertwined with a tremendous rhyme, and then I let it just fly, wherever it’s night, let there be light, Spreading my lyrical wing span the ink splats across an infinite canvas of my own creation, in a lexical big bang I blast words and patterns and allow gas to amass spread the creative text out evenly across a massive vortex but to be certain that the poem can surge with its own formational energy I deliberately insert some errors mistakes to Make sure it’s perfect, and then the poems flex the eloquent elements of my universe coalesce space time, dark matter, super clusters down to planck lengths with a solar system, a planet, a city, a building with a cerebellum of a rapper scribbling these exact raps in pen