U(via Ass A Question, Behind No Lie. Spiral Notebook By John Tyler Mounce)
U(via Ass a question, behind no lie. Spiral Notebook by John Tyler Mounce)
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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
Opera's Note Sung, Repeat.
Irene reminds oneself to talk
Express the various located line
The dialogue isn't coming as quick
I pull golden teeth sharply
They bite a truth that was once
Fought till blood settles clotted
The spoon with any cut
Why can't those let the yearn
Amore the firstly, the mink
A tiger in the meadow glances
Hers play kitten that seriously shut
A door that's closed till revisited
But only within a diamond degree
Most counterparts come assembled
Might have to listen for instructed relief
The told scene that's plenty to discover
But unbelievers the bond once removed
Bailing thy beg is ever repeated
As told by the one who never knew
But shall give a rightful try
That's a beaten swing to rematch
My opera's the maddest song sung
All high notes.
That is one, currency too corrupt.
The smoke one inhales is potent
A crash course of key ingredients stirring
The explosive taste that kills with bitterness
An acid to a "where you heading?' glare
Q daze of thy aloof alertness ran over
Walking zombie of mindless puttering
A splish that had a splattered eruption
The only effort came to those addicted
But deliver a time away to regain sane
And sake of my own bythemself
Solely not milking a habit of a decade
Without the want and never to need
Just coding to an extension known dealt
Art that reaps of a facing forward
Glance by the smashing before dry
And wet aren't those geared to hearing
Appointment only to reserve a look
To extend my creations to you, heartfelt
Pain is embedded to elapse an error
Our diplomatic daring dosage, done.
That's my nutty, in a wrap.
Sadly, one endures moments changing
A truest eviction of eerie.
That is one to be known as .
Crystalized currency corruptions.
-John Tyler Mounce.
Penned on: Jan. 3rd, 2024.
So longest too sworn; shaken.
Phosphorescence to thine..
Without any feral figures to digit
Thy beep to sleep to leak, underexposed
If that even exist..
These movements are sketched slowly
Manically these manic expressions
To a forsaken given, but took to escape
A facet to impossible beyond nothing's;
Under from thon's outted amongst
Idiosyncratic to these broken yet hopeful
Venison to vexed verily taught.
Grandiosity twice.
Hudson's Hymn, playing along.
We're not as the same
Even when failing daughter
All that I am's is prayer
On the right foot celebration
Not me are beauty's truth
With claws to get uncomfortable
Too early thy saving nakes
Sometimes being since not you
All in beauty is..
Our truths.
Round 2, As Well.
Forgotten past particles pulse
With a beat pounding forth
All come hence the butterscotch
Creamy voids filled with glee
The holiday's vacation gives way
His present opened after midnight
The stars aligned the event
A done deal of foreplayed
The action set forth an eruption
There went the seed of life
Gulps of him went down easy
His passion in my mouth
Only now I wish him back
Rounds two's on me, as well.
(via Vouray Visionary Vexed. Chiffon Top by John Tyler Mounce)
Once we met a woman who wanted to be the in-laws, with jealousy. Not long ago, their mother had made them take down the ads. Which they pinned to their bedroom wall..
Codings of normalities conducted addict
To start they punished playground
The merry-gone-round effect
To one's dismay to bring upon
A shoved needle into viens
The blood drawn back engages
With the registered shot gave
To enter the rush towards
Holiday blitz goes they brain
Spun to an exhile's corrupt
An addict had needed fixing
So there went thine syringe
With their marriage on the rocks
A divorce should be final, to torment one no longer.
Regain, comeback please
To state of blissful normalities conduct codings..
