(via Britney By Herb. Magnet By John Tyler Mounce)
(via Britney by Herb. Magnet by John Tyler Mounce)
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Diet, to whole written, of fundamentals.
Tailored by a brick lettering of tea
Nondescript the dialect of diagrams
Muddled under the swampy moss
Slovenly the stations that fry gator
Polite to put a stick that's chicken
Surroundings that are unknown
Impulse the intent of iron
Self-conscious that the score is
Cram another concert of country
Cumbersome drip of pig's blood
Wedge the King's stiletto pumping
Distinct to a blue or violet hue of
Knell the crazed eyesight to beholden
Politely this own parade, hilarious.
A Vitriolic Vision: Reverbage
Wasn't too emollient accepting
The jaded are now relatable to thee
Restive relations overcome mindset
Complete outcast amongst outings dimensional
Vitriolic visions vex verily shown
Complete to eschew erratically earned.
Wish, only, for their spirit, grief stir.
Every sporadic moment comes forth..
Pliers places shaken down with cope.
Anomalies begun to the sewing machine
The nebulous of her social disease
Modicum came through her stool
Lauds of an overloaded spite.
Malaise the missing of her womb.
His soul is back with her designation
Palatable praise put to heir's pillow
Deftness denied but doesn't dynasty
Mistaken misdeeds misled by mindset
Deviant death that curse I felt
Scathing with a soul that shall succeed
Kinship with only kindness my heart to retrieve
Purportedly place the memory bank
Fraught with a foreign storm of sound
Alas her pain has surrender to thine
Pernicious this proper place
Loathsome the longing of this man
Futile to a fight that held they hand
Inscrutably idiosyncratic illness
Protagonist prayers that peep
Ailing the magnate to.. rest easy, verily.
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Ninety to Pink, incapable.
Vise of a voiced
Chisel to thy creation
Amourettes around aura
Patriarchs plea a pounce
Folly finery fought
Hapless hoping to honor
Feeble fixations focusing
Treason thine's told, as known..
Impetuous insight to incline.
Mellow Twice Romance, spit.
Attentive episodes spit
Amongst those that verily
Notice to thine's in choir
A soul to peer the periods
Of the fails to reboot
A sung note fallen to crest
Lightly fading into a new
Blues trip a guitar's string
With solid amp to accept
A hinder to persuade beauty
Word of noting these lyrics
That's actual a poem incomplete
To form thy hymn overlaying
A degree to out this base
Of a joke that died
To hit never hurt a pain
That releases this womb
A shot in darkness shall
Signify the stance
Of a mellow romance.
Photos by a true eviction, art.
John's doe eyes linger to viewing
Exile the harsh but true beauties
These are people whom became muses
Complete models that withhold traits
Their own personalities delivered prints
Or images that went viral to outlets
They are treasured moments passed
But shall always live until lightyears
Given a shutter that sped freely
They are my payment of creating
A look that defined themselves captured
A pixel or imprint their grains of life
The spirit that was in front of camera
Through a lense that discovered humanity
A peaceful pose play on realness
Totaled up past portfolios that reign
Upon a time that once was
The true eviction of art, photography.
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Lovely Ending, my dears.
Not a single clue as to who did it
The mystery is still not solved entirely
Those two took an Innocence that
Cannot be retainable or reworked
Only to push forward with harsh
Boundaries that speak to others violated
These victims are voices that aren't always
Heard and takes decades to heal
The pain to not know how to love
Afterwards, is the difficult part
You start to trust not to care
Letting in just to have somebody there
Never fully gaining a bond since
What happened was tarnished
Torments of turning points of
Giving up come around time
And again, the end looks lovely.
My dears.
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Love's Pushing, Headed Firstly
Once this time upon
The gated hours glass
Needing to rid the existence
Completely rid to reformation
The holes in my brain leak
Leak the sounds of family
Held to yesterday's glory
Forever trapped the sonic
With waves the frequent
This manically toasted mindset
Sadden with unholy truths
That ran on repeated to use
But only ones in that set time
Given the chance to rekindle
If only the icy witch hadn't
Casting a new spellbound rebound
That shouldn't render rememberance
The time spent learning was cherished
Until a brink of dispair
That packed the push
Head first, soldier
Did it for my country.
Freedom's regained once pleased
The demand in need
Took the calling
Of abused with love
And love hurts.
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