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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.
It's Pat (1994) - Official Trailer #1
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Delivered Misled by Missing Link, Bitten.
Freedom of nipple
A right of passage pointed blankly
Schema thine's untold visionary's format
A customized collective actual showing classically
Finer then format that pivets
Prince that is unbashingly chance
Millions could venture the witness
Ever told you to be reactive after retelling
Higher Learning Lives found finally
As an entertainment of this addict. Sought.
In plenty of actualization prestine.
The possible first feature film
Only if this attempt of trying..
It would be earned explicit graphic
Produced to Directorial Mite, milestone.
Taken to stoned script.
The harsh realities but giving effort
Detailing exam too entailing
Elaborative want/need/time
Harden the intention.
Delivered doubt that misled as thy mission.
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.
Phlox is this person, Purity.
Obeisance their obvious angelic maybem
Velleity those verily vision, Chalice.
Lousewort laying near a gravesite
Atrophy to one's own attention span
Patrimony the Pilgrim's day of Christmas
Gobbledygook the fiction and facets to facts
Euphemism these erratic gestures, gaining..
Wantonly this witty wordy web of electro
Portmanteau amongst any pupil's peeking
Attrition those without their academic
Nauseam the negative and know thy positive
Adage any adjective, noun or pronouns
Affidavit the authentic actual events
Aitch an honorable mention, Hemmingway
Vapulatory the Vikings violin's strung
Gestate a pro choice to living or adopt
Phlox, name is pansy.
A step, but dance we met
Whenever their action
Understood thy accommodation refer
This was control that let go
To future that became unstoppable
Always a fan that plea to let be
But glamour a fight that solely won
Not burnt just a soul that's learning
The able to identify oneself is survial
Only tokenism that will always be solid
But knows it went sour to uplift
Not a jealous type until the degree
Which didn't shock but speaks
Now I try to cope to regain
The spite isn't to blame, unstable
Write to rehab this sobering state
The brain shall get bit to bit
A muscle that shall never repeat
Hard to forget, never thy regret
A wholly that flowers dry to repent
Never wish death only success
I speak into existence a blessed
Again, we'll remember but run
The race is to stick to a chased
That the angst will forget
To inspire is all creations mended
So foretell a feature, remind
It was but won't and shall
We dance to a step..
(via Whitney Houston captured by: David LaChapelle. Hardcover Journal by John Tyler Mounce)
Keepsakes for your prayer thoughts, meditations and vibing towards one's harmony.. may your head rest easy.
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.
