mouncejohntyler

[mouncejohntyler]

That's a blonde licking brunette battle wounds.

Knowing when the vision is clear

A step into the hallway is gloomy

Finding a cursed treasure underneath

A fortune to the royalists waiting

Into a special side compartment that hides

Hands holding the secret message hidden

Offers of gold came before silver crashed

The red was burnt and brought out the blue hues

A purple was sitting poshly next to a lime

The yellow burned with rays of orange spilling

A technicolored parade played a song

Music only the Mafia had heard of

A presidential plea was informed before eating

The taste of perfection is cruel

You knew you'd find yourself lost

So seek a soul's revival, twice.

[mouncejohntyler]

The used withering is unruly in Judgement, fallen under faults.

All is good in mind since

All is left to their own mind

All is flustered and fornican a fever

All in amounts of pills despensed

All in an academics' authorization

All equipped in an error of fondue

All is package without a name tag

All is surfacing the solar glares

All is brighter when not seeing the pretty

All is ugly in the mass of money's movement

All is granted a key to a blown lock

All is vacation in Jesus' scriptures

All is rocking is a smooth escape

All another bump amongst roadways

All is big until met one's body

All is soul, class and a cheer.

By: John Tyler Mouncé

March 13th, 2025

[mouncejohntyler]

Element to our astrology evolved behavior.

Belting to those as a fixed circling

Earth has a humbled human future

Made to a making twelve constants

Vowels into an even carried cut of

A letter that is an array between

Which hometown are light to a sin

That are type A, B or O as a negative

Positive that the undetectable is an era

Another first at a line-up of the twenty-seven

Dishing an I to each other's eyesight

Weathering an iris of a glued kite

Flour an ear of an opera's string

Stung with a horror's of this rocky

Lectures another offspring to fame

Foreseen as a musical experience when

The entire collaboration is in the riot

Awarding an authentic amused

Attentive with a swamp muse of a

Tree into the strength to this violin

On the typewriter as known for Anne.

[mouncejohntyler]

Lost in the space of noticing, shall.

Emotive to a sight assumed behind

Front is a censor of one's home

Owned by a creator that shed

Light thru the basks of clarity

To a blue, green, red and a pink

Cream is the soft beige of a skin

Nothing shy by a passing time

Feeling an old, new or borrowed

That is my kind as on His time

Depth to a window behind skull.

[mouncejohntyler]

And your name was..

Openly soaring a reason

As to the womb's deep

To spin a spool of the

Comical has-been that

Had to provoke what

A television made one

Think? But we aren't

All lab labs, reports or the rattle that was feeding?!

#Undetectable9206093

[mouncejohntyler]

There's only one, four or twenty.

Babbling a numeric system aloud

Resultant to various outcome

Automatically making you think more

Receiver is to gain an award

Overtly exercising the digits demand

Faltered by the fantasies winnings

Dispose the jackpot into the account

Hesitation to the many plays you won

Glimpse to the better life that awaits

Ignorant to the better life that awaits

Subsequent the serious matter of money

Blankly writing checks left and right

Revelations to the game of the casino.

[mouncejohntyler]

Another turning point stuck, drifted.

Turning around out to sea

A crash of the waves rush in

The sea salty foaming gush

Is a relaxing overcast of relief

The sorted dreaming bubbling

Pop to a crinkle in this sand

Our tone matched to a difference

Of shady glowing desperation

Running forward stuck in the

Tumbling of trying to swim

Through all of the fish who are

Schooling a group all of their

Own notices of creature that

Merely only add a look of life

Under the murky waters that

Keep the body floating from

Shore to surely the intentions

Of a flip to spread a trick

That forwards a display of

Your own mastering the under

The current of yielding to

A drowning plea.

[mouncejohntyler]

Interpreters served freely loved, Ours.

Magically weakens the used of fools

Sides setting on a smile of a dark

Raging the ready to break a magic

The way one feels so real without

Caring where the kiss forgotten

Was the love the way you feel

It is magic and still forever

Even with blurry lines to fight

What one carefully lays at

Your feet for the stillness

Trembles of caring the lips

On skin to fight to tell

You all that is it can belong

As long as we want to go

Outside again and gas the

Fumes leftover from a crush

That's high above the sayings

That really meant sorry even

When the drive was on a

Holiday to a traveling time

To cry for the trying.

[mouncejohntyler]

Hearing a gulp take flight, drink.

Okay now sip the mister said

As all his meat made way upon

My mouth as payment for this

As to what he needed one knew

So as much as I could I blew

Shot range inside his heart flow

The blood to the dark roots

That took afloat to his part

Another blowing man on thy's hunt

To plow a feast for one's throat

The gush or medicine not yet

To expire after the rushing

Of a pump, suck or toying

With one's lips curling all

Around a girth of nine of

Solid darkened meaty manhood

That slide like a snake onto

The already mouth that was

Able to take inch by inch

As a notable prize of an

Affections of the darken lights.

[mouncejohntyler]

Stop the dirty talk, elusive.

Difficult to find catch or

Retrieve whom the stop may

Begin again at the writer's

Blockage of the caffeine that

Drips from the machine that

If we are, aren't or if we

Already have been the baby's

Love of the drug of the hug

From a man's embrace that

Takes a toll upon the dance

That makes a bubble pop the

Color red to the ones that

Have a good time Christ of

The Lord that is in the

Soul of the sex that is man

Or Woman whom waits for

The matters of the heart that

Is all smiles once seeing these

Body parts alive and well

With the hair that could be

Wax upon a house of baby

Jane is missing.

[mouncejohntyler]

Humble to those heard, holistic healing.

Seven to ten business days have come

In patience for waiting for fifty

Eight thirteen is the missing fund

But the balance is at a dollar

And another cent to this gent's

Mind being played over and over

Without appliance to refund anything

That'll just be another spam

To correct the supposed junkie

That needs her coffee spilla

Onto another day without

Any work is due to those

Disabled to daunt thy's task

Of just being the human that

Had the falls from the governed

Plea bargain's faulty dispense

Of a happiness that's not all

Too much but enough to say

They should stop the control

Because it hurts the soul,

Seeking without finding.

[mouncejohntyler]

Crossing A Jordan's Riverbank, sky drive.

Hooked by color code seven or eight

By now the perfect ten that's A

Debit to a Credit that's too evoking

Of the spelling that's bond to the

Four letters that make a framed

Word that is in the jumble from

The lesbian that once coupled up

And bought the first painting

In less than ten minutes out

In the plunder of public offered

To the stellar sales that soaked

My playful eyes with a salted

Caramel's kiss of richness

That sprung a career since

The player's den opened my

Lion's roar that can create

A coy meek individual's eye for

An active awareness art form

To help those focus, beathe

And belong with their own

Artist's sake due to a prince.

[mouncejohntyler]

Across this street there's a sign.

Caution towards the windy skies

Full throttle with a reckless force

With a gun in hand for choice

Professional widow towards husband

Whom shall flee before shot down

Amongst the civil reasons as to why

The pondering thought wouldn't happen

Too crazy of something too cruel

Full of a maybe just because it's time

A deadly currency within the crew

That'll land behind the bars of prison

Full blood shed over a graveyard

The cement has the ruins of guts

Within the glory's dance of getting

Caught and the other seeks a

Revenge against as to why not

Isn't that the happiest marriage

A bullet to free form it's enclosed

Placement in a heartfelt kill

To ensure to never abandon by

The lies taken over the most, sealed.

[mouncejohntyler]

To A Tunnel that peeps shut, gated.

Hands, feet and entire body captured

Under your influence through music

The rush of the beats are entering

And they don't leave till they're played

From start to finish on a whim

An escape for the hungry and thirst

The quench to relive a tracklisting

From the Artist's mindful eyesight

Flawless of any tonic pulses of poem

To erupt a churn for the milking

With your oats on the side dish

For a good source of vitamin

To overtake a total charge into

The deepest unknown places

That is safe to experiment

With the kindness of cinema's

Credits rolling to a sound that's

All too solid of golden eras

With a combat of glamour

And designs of the decadence

To deliver the shouts that sell.

[mouncejohntyler]

The crossed pigments to nude, effort...

A sheer underneath evening tone

Set adorn the smallest seen ties

Fully curled up and masking a

Done look of everlasting to

The centerfold's interview piece

In life, suck age and voltage

Venture out into the appendix's

Type casted roles per playing card

A deck for fool's lucky first

Time as an openly upfront

Upheaval of a racial impede

To the abrupt conclusion onto

Another's gleam in their eyes

That'll twinkle a dance all

On their own beat that is

Eluding an erosion's ending

To place your feet upon water

And drift onto a galaxy's

Gushing landmark that is

Solely a journey to your

Own well-being's gloom.

[mouncejohntyler]

Today's forecast is silent snow, airy.

Was just an echo heard lost out there

Problems come and went elsewhere

To a marriage of not remembering

Forget the words, script or meaning

Just a lonely escape to a heaven

All the nameless have a face

They are only seen when searched

For they appeal that actually

Exists formatting a foreign

Frenzy towards the bdellium's taste

Bitterness overwhelms the mouth

With loads of stories about the

Other whichever it was that

Hadn't belonged to this outcome

But for the breathing of

The everyday experience that

Goes with living day to night

And waking up another try

To color the stars that are

Now just a dust to the

Brick's cement, unaltering waste.

[mouncejohntyler]

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Insert a blonde wig, captured.

All eyes glued to the vision

That's made in front for viewing pleasure

To be seen and gathered their intellectual insight

To deem a more suitable reasoning for living

Without the mainstream episodes taking place

But an independent contractor creating a concept

Of what is and what isn't to be able for

A giggle of the most sincere sought after

Exposed efficiency of earnings

That wholely wrought fought a fondle

Too feasible to feast amongst prey

That is only left by lonesome

And needing another masterful mishap

To maneuver the missing links that are,

Captured on citing.