Numb right hand, problematic
Held back in the first grade
Still had passed but needed to expand
So many moons ago, still green
Yelling a silence to my questioning
Shall never find a truth to core
Must just partake life's circumstances
Tens of decades still schooling
Taken life's courses once too many
Educated guesstimates occuring lately
A little off a bit, misguided.
Turn to a graduated formation.
Bring in the elevated, scholars secure.
Still writing to rightful existence
Honored just to be mentioned
I am capable, trusting.
Life shall carry this pupil's degree.
One day achieved, misfit.
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Lost her way, scream
The screams are ringing
Under the echo's calling
She pled my fifth element
To come in and disrupt
I wish her a hoarse throat
To shallow the deep volume
She paid a crunch of freedom
That had fought out restraint
Trap her core to padded walls
To punish her beast
Defeat the demonic yells
As we watch the sanity
No longer remain obtained
She has lost her way
No fighting a devil
So her battlecry must be
An overwhelming
Uniformed plea
Understand psycho
Too default a dismay
By: John Tyler Mounce
Profess your Resurrection, Chalice.
Venerate visions especially Sixtus sworn
Merits minted towards melodic mazes
Internally always timing whole mite belonging divine
But proven yearn honestly
Thons oblation obtained obviously other
Thence timely tokenism taught
Following others torn but damnation
Approval to thine's offered respectfully
Eye third to thy venerable chalice
A firm faith solely spoke to meditate.
Done,
In this memories towards the mystery of..
Fate.
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Eunice's Example to Endurance, error earn.
Showgirls thons shimmer
Paint twice numerical Orleans
New to a city's voodoo
Louisiana Lotto accredited checkpoint
Dots that dapper a dancer
Decadence dawns thy's midnight
Fatal of frenzy that fixation for
Another spray to slink a shore
Backless can an open being
Barely theirs or brass impaired
Borders the brilliance to brighten
Maiden a Mouncé that might've
Mistaken to mend a mirror's maze
Often to oxidation's a seventies silvering
Shouts of solarized sticky sour
Sugar freedom to equal a packet
Lines left in a lobbyist's linger
Rewarded the reckless return
The ex-mistress thine's method
Chemical that crowd a cinnamon
Made by a kitchen's criminal
Cry's that calories of this clearance
What's worse to be found as forgotten
Embeds an erratic echo in Eunice.
Under the sweeping blaring.
Blaring those that bare
Under a sweeping Earth moves
To pull a side that's sparkle
But crushed by profound nature
The sweat of aging dilutes era
Took the ripe that may endure
The soulful pride hidden too queer
As star of another explicit pun
Those gave a start that fresh
To power the can of vegetable soup
Served to a healing when digest
The mere struggle to remain
Can get better as day praying
A solid long of a grasp gravel
That burdens my feet's stomp
To bring forth this alone
But with many the same
Together is bleak but unified
With a Hope, awaiting truth
That sealed the pun, again
Let's rhyme a tension.