Screaming a code of heartfelt.
Exiting the innermost attitude
Coming thru with solid peace
To reform the bruised beforehand
Talking the overrated begins to end
Drugged by an embrace that was once
Pop goes the heart that's fallen
Too deep to catch it before the heat
The radius glows with mere want
A feeling too bold to explain
Complete blitz of a mindset
Head to heels the all-over exposure
Distance kills with time being forever
Since then and forever always will..
Me, myself and as a muse to those interested..
Photos by: John Tyler
Instagram creator of: #isaidnomoreselfies
I guess, one felt amusingly announced for the camera to appeal an illusion intended to create a well-being nudism noted. Along, Activeawarenessart's of thy's backside and designed by my drawing.. the creation is what's posted lastly.
"Freedom freelancer of fairly feverish fought findings, fumbling towards an ecstatic endurance."
-Tyler Somebodies aka John Tyler Mounce.
Zoagli is set as a destined, exotic eluding exit.
Treacherous told by forest embers burning
An enmity of entering again to live
Duly of thy divine dimmer without a doubt
Deification towards a timely possibility to travel
Conflated to creative a collaborative image
Nepotism the Neverland expressions already
Intel their integration to Italy
Manifest this magical Muse's return
Never sworn vendetta to a vision
Cisgender thine's calculus controlled
Blacklisted our tans that reign golden Tuscan..
Amok the Animal's Action
Competent of a calling
Listless within a love
Oppressive to an over
Australopithecus an area
Pithecus of the program
Perilous any of phony
Millennia the most maybe
Instantaneous towards an incubus
Capillaries a century since
Carotid the collective called
Conscientious after a collide
Eroding the furthermost earned
Crates a cite to be seen
Itinerant those illusive indeed
Amok all actions, animals.
Head case.
The truth is I cannot sleep
It feels as though I'm in trouble
Trouble that's too deep
So what I do is just keep my repeat
And pretend it's all fine
When this is ALL I have to pass time.
All the colors I see don't match a thing
Mixed and not bright but subdue
No blues, just grey over me
Stuck in the middle not able to move
Try to escape this feeling, my heart beats
Beating and pounds in my chest
It is very overwhelming, too much stress
I want to run and forget the rest
I'm stuck as the lightning strikes
Rain falls and I am still awake
Thunder rolls while I do the same
Toss and turn in this bed
Sadly, this is what goes on in my head.
Written on: November 29th, 2016.
Loretta's Coals of Gold, believer.
Looking back without regret
Felt like I had a diamond
Cole is this Loretta occupying mine
Within a field of depth that's focused
Memories made moments mending..
A turn to point directly to aim
Believe to such exquisite poise, playful.
The exposed went undetermined
Unicorns drift of true stance
In a company now in high-demand
A right hand gesture to submit,
Merely an offering a bliss to blend,
Collaboration to deem a creation.
No exceptions without figures dating
Strictly caused to perform work ethics
Earning a covet those called too far..
Brash branding.
Believer.
(via A pilot or light that's never divided.. Comforter by John Tyler Mounce)