(via Struggle to Dimensional Outings. Throw Blanket by John Tyler Mounce)
I need to diet and exercise.
Desperately sought this edifice, gonzo.
Edifice these earning thine's erractic
Gonzo this glamour knowing a fetish
Titillations toss a readying lay, hunger
Libido is taught by kid of letting a want
Ecstatic these ready whom are safely you
Albeit an alluring appease too attainable
Obliterated an octagon's obvious angst
Annihilated the angles to look back
Draping a diary-free mainstream sold
Lacerating a Virgo met Aries, this trio
Bequeathed thy beholden first sight vision
Admonitions an Artistic array against
Futile those frigid then a frozen gleam
Exigency an external intimate determination
Taut told to be taken to a twist
Nominative those nerves that never were
Polemical their prize hand-picked pixels
Scoundrel thy solely sought retro's instant
Heresy a haunting to an honorable hero
Surmise the sudden risk named Susan.
True to these Facets of Youth
These teeth mend what's broken
In such true facets of youth
To revolt a sunrise's midnight
Towards an elegance of fury
That'll expose a nature of nude
That's kept private for our view
Our own rightful stance that kept
To an overlooking glowing plea
That forsaken thy destiny's dance
Spun around these trying hymns
Solely a conducted cry to accept
Us like we were brutally brave
To have known such harmonics
That have seen a sight of dual
The match, pair or full housed
Only made sense with you and I
Glaze of the frosty summer heat
That awareness meant to heal
As an arrow point to a dream
That's the reality's reaching
A status too actively, art.
That sunk as JTM.
Citrus gives life
To a vitamin's belief
A held ache to regain
Once the moments
Are told elderly blue
Within hinting a red
Where are the white cells
Blood embodies a hope
The viral are cuffed
To give full range
Over to under an escape
The room's left cold
With my mere bones
A life's that's draining
It's that timed thy month
A thick fluid dream
That sunk at six three
Born almost eleven pounds
A mere mortal as JTM.
By: John Tyler Mounce
Idiosyncratic Flare of Former Fangs, Fallen.
Barrage bent towards reformation
Paradoxically poised disinterested beings
Preponderance the postal thy served
Inter please ret the innermost idol
Spatial the spirit's mighty grace
Cognitive called sights within whimmers
Datum the dead, alive and with us
Perceptual with a prayer put forth
Ellipse the human left their whereabouts
Nonlinear the naughties needing new
Contradictory the called too brash
Holistic thine's wholly healings
Simultaneous thy sung song's bridge
Sequentially solid structured sermons
Cortisol kept cold, refrigerated.
Ingenuity this individual idiosyncratic flare.
https://idiosyncratic.com
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.
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