Under The Sweeping Blaring.
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.
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"It was the past and the future too, and that he liked to imagine that those likely held only this present senses. It's only till thons must've stood stills."
By: John (Tyler) Mouncé
AKA 'Tyler Somebodies'.
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They said, "Exercise Not Required"
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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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Andy Warhol's Marilyn Monroe.. ah, lavish.
To those that made to still making.
Noting a curable crazy
If only without self doubt
A turning atomic earning
That was whenever a spark
Had to develop thy sinful
But amended with the praise
For merely life's adventures
That taught that truth sticks
Whenever one falls it explodes
The outcome of always there
Even when not face to facets
Adorning the brilliance of sped
Glory when the aim was pleased
Still their want is strong
Enough to prevail their vision
That'll forever imprint the
Impressive print made creditable
Working gave this light
Of damn of those blue eyes
Stillness that embarked
And will forever be the fan
Of true gritty talent.
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