THE DARK LYRIC
THRALLMASTER STUDIES
I: Parts of Poems
Music is the gift of life and death. A study showed that music and dementia may be the key to unlocking memories. With existence of vampire and mermaids, whom have a tune for sound we need to understand what triggers those memories as well as the power of word which is the voice of the soul.
In poetry, you need a rhyming scheme. The basic scheme is ABAB, this means if the first word end's in -ing, you follow -ing with A on the third stanza.
With the Power of Word, your Keys or Major Beat hits the hardest. Usual it comes from the repeat or chorus. We could use the basic know how of poetry but your emotional state and the power of the within matters the most.
Schemes
1. Ballade
2. Coupled
3. Monorhyme
4. Enclosed
5. 4-Line
6. Triplet
7. Terza rima
8. Limerick
9. Villanelle
Some forms of rapping have to do with the tone of voice.
Tones
1. Bass
2. Tenor
3. Mezzo-Soprano
4. Baritone
5. Soprano
6. Contralto
7. Alto
Every poem starts with a line just like a lyric. Every sentence begins and can become paragraphs but in poetry this is a stanza. When you end one stanza, that is a stanza break.
Let's practice some rhyming. Rhymes are simple, but it doesn't always rely on words such as Cat rhymes with bat. Which is where many beginners in rap music fail.
EX
The neighborhood watch is outside but never inside
As nightfalls, and the day passes by, there is an empty house on the block where I heard a kid cry
What you hear are vowels and homonyms. None of the words match or rhyme but it's the sound that matters.
The brain is attuned to rhyming except drunks. The brain is slowly leaving so the knowledge is tanked. The basal ganglia connects your motor skills, emotions, and behaviors.
Rhyming counts as a motor skill and behavior.
This is where triggers come together to help emotions and memory…
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Churn…
Maybe not churn… Turn? Yes, not everything has to rhyme but that's what I put on a sticky note. 'The first word in your head can rhyme with something EL' EL means else, I ran out of room. I mean I wrote front and back, I guess my penmanship is enlarged.
I remember not being able to move. What do you call it when you can't move? Motionless, immobility. I guess another word for it is… stopping but if you can't stop it. You call it, free? Weak?
OH!
What about Wild Animal? Something impossible? I'm talking about being molested and having your boyfriend slurp the contents of your brain out.
Lying ass nigga
Hmm…
Lying ass nigga
What it do?
Uhh… come on brain. Use that… gangly thing.
I don't hate Juls, I just wish he was better at… talking.
Lying ass nigga
What it do?
Tell me what that mouth do,
Uh… come on. If I remember more, I think I could finish by the end of class. July was… I don't know. We did a lot of play fighting. We had sex and he didn't use a condom, thank god Cece was crazy.
I should let him have her. I don't remember why dad much, or the streets.
Lying ass nigga
What it do?
Tell me what that mouth do,
Make ya tongue say my name
I know it drive you insane
You talkin' to these other hoes
Blowing kisses out the window
Is that right? I can't do it blindly. Ms. Gilkes said I was music heavy. Another teacher said I was an AudioHead. I learn by sound the best, maybe cause I'm a huge bitch.
I look at what I wrote. Does sit make sense? I rise my hand. "Ms. G, can I use the beat machine?"
"Use your magic. Everybody do your lyrics and poems first before we start relying on turntables."
But I can't understand without… I turn to the back of the class at the set of mixters stacked on top on a shelf. Goddamn it.
My eyes get heavy, I shake off sleep and look at my paper again… WINDOWPANE! PAIN!
Ok, now how do I work that together?
Lying ass nigga
What it do?
Tell me what that mouth do,
Make ya tongue say my name
I know it drive you insane
You talkin' to these other hoes
Blowing kisses out the window
Nigga you think I'm stupid?
Rollin' in pain
I bet it must be nice but the bitch won't take ya last name
Well that sounds like I've been cheated on. I can't even put that on him but the other shit, yeah, he ain't shit
I feel stupid…
Is this a high beat or a low beat. I glare at my teacher sitting comforable in her plush chair on wheels. I look at the mixers in the back, but nooo!
This sounds nasty and aggressive but I ain't no singer. Cece probably could, Tori had that bass. Juls, I can't remember. He's such a little asshole.
I need something about taking memory. I get out of my desk and grab a dictionary, then return. How is a dictionary gonna help me?
SHE SAID!
We can't use our phones cause technology won't last forever. So, you look up memory
Memory: the ability to recall the past
Did you get something? No? SHE SAID, look up the word within the definition.
Ability: able to do
And you keep going until you understand what the fuck you need for a fucking rap song! Something that correlates with stealing memory.
I write down, 'Stealing memory'. I draw a line above 'Stealing', Stealing equals Thief. I draw another line, take. And another, possess and I guess disown is one.
What about memory?
Dreams
Images
Past
Future
Visions
Childhood
Would that count?
Lying ass nigga
What it do?
Tell me what that mouth do,
Make ya tongue say my name
I know it drive you insane
You talkin' to these other hoes
Blowing kisses out the window
Nigga you think I'm stupid?
Rollin' in pain
I bet it must be nice but the bitch won't take ya last name
I could fit it a little. It's lengthy around, 'I bet it must be nice but the bitch won't take ya last name'
I'll fix it later, it's just a rough draft. So… we start a new stanza. I NEED A BEAT. I look at everyone else in class and my ears are low. They're using the power to have sentence float. I can do it, I just learn different. I'm not retarded tho…
Let's see
Stealing memory = Thief of dreams?/ Robbery/
When you steal, you rob people… and I was robbed. I'm upset, that's an emotion. To be upset; you can feel sad, angry, or happy. That's manic, you can be out of pocket.
Did I write down all my slang?
THAT'S IT!
Lying ass nigga
What it do?
Tell me what that mouth do,
Make ya tongue say my name
I know it drive you insane
You talkin' to these other hoes
Blowing kisses out the window
Nigga you think I'm stupid?
Rollin' in pain
I bet it must be nice but the bitch won't take ya last name
You said you love, fuck breakin' hearts this a new thing
I let it slip pass me, go under my nose
But dogs like us that wear chains
It didn't stick to memory
Does that work?
I NEED A FUCKING BEAT
What's the key? UGH! I'll name it after the book, The Dark Lyric because it is. He didn't hurt me psychically but like it was an act of betrayal. I trusted him to… do something. I have another boyfriend; does that make me a hoe? Nah, cause Hydae is my second.
I don't care.
Its ok to be sloppy, we can change because a day has hours and years have months. A minute can't be trusted and alas I'm wasting every second of the hour.
NOW WHY THE FUCK CAN I DO THAT?
This is free verse, it doesn't have a structure really. No… wait.
I wanna go home…
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Next period
My uncle told me the classes we have now didn't exist at first. It was regular ass school for vampires and it evolved. By the time that happened people were relocating.
Lucky me to find a nigga that's basically related to the damn president of the Ghetto.
I switch out my books in the locker and grab my Scavenging book. Warwolf: Scavenge Werewolf Edition. You learn survival in this class, I know how to break a person's neck with my teeth.
I jolt as Hydae hugs me from behind. "My love, I miss you." he rubs his cheek against my shoulder. "Class last thirty to forty five minutes." I tell him.
"Yes, but without it last hours…" he stands before me with a warm smile. "Walk you to class?"
"Oh how funny you are." I roll my eyes.
"I'm sorry," he chuckles. "My class is next to yours, do you want to go together?" he sounds out.
"Fine." I close my locker. "What's wrong?"
"I'm a bad rapper." I sulk.
"It's good, we get better with practice. You still have the word."
"Yeah…" I sigh, "I do…"
"Ms. Gains!" I turn around and see Prefect Bailey walking towards me. "I need to see you for a moment."
"Girl what did you do?" Hydae has his mouth stretched open. "Stop being overly dramatic…" I groan. "Did I do something?" Like not kill my aunt in 30 seconds?
"It's about your home address. You have an important letter about a scholarship," he grins. "What sport do you play?"
"Football--"
"Basketball."
I do not.
"Did you switch plays?" asks Hydae. "Girl, I never seen you jump."
"I…"
"Come with me."
I followed the prefect to his office where I consciously made the decision to kill a wolf for a pelt or pelts.
"Do you know how to kill a wolf?"
"The full moon myth doesn't work on us."
"What about Silver bullets?"
"Uh…" still slightly associated with the moon. "Have you heard of Coaket? Or Chocolate Locket?
"No," I shake my head. "It's a flower, it's pretty mysterious."
Ok. He goes to his dresser and pulls out a bag of fine powder. It's a dark brown color with little balls of yellow and white. He comes to me and his thumb pokes the yellow speckle, "These are sugar remnants. You know to make moon water?"
"No…" I'm gonna kill somebody. "If you mix a teaspoon of Coaket with moon water you can make a black tea."
"Ok."
"It smells like beef jerky. Dogs love beef."
"Wha--" I blink. "what do I do with that?"
He forces it in my hand. "Give that to your aunt for the bounty. It kills the spirit; like an exorcism." he winks.
What the fuck.
"Hey, by any chance are you possessed by a dog?"
"Uh…"
"I'm just pullin' ya leg."