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 Dec 2014
John B
[C]
Crows caw chanting cheerfully conquest comes

contemplating Corinth cutting crucks cradling crucifixs

chamber chatter checks corruptions cost

contemptment's cunning cloth

contained corrosion's cornering confrontation

coins claimed confirm crooks carry charges

contaminated city's crumble

community's commence

citizens content

come correct

collect

C
 Dec 2014
John B
aeipathy addecimate acrasial

affictitious affuage alabandical agonarch

agonyclite apanthropinization artigrapher auturgy

autexousious archigrapher archiloquy aretaloger
 Dec 2014
John B
[B]
bawling ballads, blankly bask

basque baroque bent blessed be

beats bleed burn black bombastic babylon

bury berry's bandulu bashment

brake bodderations balking bahamut

blend borders

beckon bredren

banter balladry
B words check
 Dec 2014
John B
Seldom sitting with nothing to say

Still something says something needs saying

Serendipity's sisters surreal squander not the hour but steal

Sour the syntax of squatters, societal squalor

Signal schism split on the dollars solder

Stop, don't take the **** its costing so sock

Silly ceo's who save up and stock

sextillions of things they have and you do not....

oh well I had it going for awhile there... "not"
If you look closely its a bust of squidward...
 Dec 2014
John B
Tactical testosterone
  
Testaclese of datum distribution

Darker barker then doomsayer

Truth be told the end is Nye

Not ours or mine

But if you stick to yore's and ill keep my nine
Just the public execution of our 1st, 2nd, 5th, 6th , 9th and 10th amendment not like you know anything about that tho...
 Dec 2014
John B
Not so cold under all that fir

Faust the crack ****'s life

Not so chumey under all that hurt

Kind madens of the night
alwase treat women well and rember evrey time you use sexuly darogatorey slang you **** block a *****

*(Edit)*
I love ******!
Its like smores!
I want more!
 Dec 2014
John B
Fandango cartography

Dance of our lives

Verbarxenelasia breast but not thigh

Ruricolist unmentionables off to the side

Blowlamp irradiance, pistil niche guide

Sacerdotal ceremony the cloven hoof of ******* saints  

Intrinsic allegory to despoil trust and heart deflate

Inaudible uproarious potvaliant jingoism schism

Suppurateing deep held fears ungrounded sparks annihilate
 Dec 2014
John B
no man starts in hiding there must be something from witch he hid

for all the words of love and longing stem from empathy we give

its not lintel are hearts are shattered stone to sand and sand to glass

we feel it best to guard are platter sweet the fruit concealed from pests
 Dec 2014
John B
Mandatory ignorance

Enforced through early cognizance

Until we come to recompense

Serrated lines of quote "logic"

Complicit as an etiquette

Preemptive nondivergence threads

United though we bow our heads

Suspension stasis animus

Alarming lack of sapience

Vendetted waking populace

Intrinsics lost to "evidence"

Orphans to our mother Earth

Regressive ****** immigrants

Staggering seductions ways

Lethargic lecherous hedonist craze

Ambrosia brown to black tar goes

Vivacious love to skanky ***

Entropy or as that goes

Remorse I say might have some pros

Solemnly a lie you know

Empathy not lost on me

Retracting threats though not my thing

Epiphany perchance to sing

Nocturnal beasts of legend spring

Damnation comes to every fiend

Innocuous solutions seen

Perception slanted serpentine

Impressions sit supplanters quit

The jury rarely gives a ****

Yet here Im relating it
 Dec 2014
John B
Let me spin you all a story bout the sinner and the saint

Because happiness and sunshine in this world there ****** ain't

So the party and the running form are problems is the paint

On the tapestry In limbo were the gods and man embrace

In our land of independence we still fail to contemplate

That there's a ripple in the water radiating form the date

That you stepped into this world and began to find your place

But I digress my minds a mess

And making sense of all the rest

Has been a chore but I feel blessed  

So just ignore the ranting stress

His name is John and so is mine

For several years are lives entwined

He had no roof I had one spare

I scooped him up and put him there

He started off tried to improve

But he still had the need to use

His drug of choice a moral vice

Not a nihilist's first word choice

But man it fit him like a glove

We did our best to show him love

But it was pain that brought him here

So love to him was cash and drugs

That's not to say he didn't care  

He felt like crap he so bad it scared him

Maybe if he had a mother

She was there but 6 feet under

Same addiction kept her smothered

Not a drug, not one but many

Gravity just felt so heavy  

Anything to ease the weight

Until the day she couldn't take

All the love that she couldn't make

Never said bye to her husband and her son

Just coped out and left this place

So coming home one day from school

Cuz fates a ***** and life is cruel

He found his mom laying there dead

He shook her arm and slapped her head

She wouldn't wake but in her place

Were left the words she couldn't say

Like a tragedy incarnate god knows no one won that day

But he went on

His dad a wreck

He tried to scoop up the hole mess

And put the peace's back together

But I guess is dad was next

He talked A lot about his father

How he taught him all he knew

And how he hated that he left him

How he should have just puled through

What ever happened next

The peace's of his life turned to dust

There was no more need for tape

It blew away with just a gust

Alone and scared beyond repair   

Hopping one day not to care

And even though he keeps on living

You cant live never admitting

What he did he did the best

H and ***, ******* and ****

But when he picked up a guitar

His pain was clear beyond the eye

It filed the room

With sorrowed gloom that Erebus could not deny

But this was real not angst but fear

When yesterday was never here

Maybe he'd Play a song of cheer

If one day death brought peace to all men

And even now on present day

His sins are ghosts and sades of days went

But he was safe at least wile here

Tucked in my arm stead fast was kept well

God nor man could best me here

Because no strength was left we both fell

Like bullets, in bile the drugs were expelled  

In pain none see, not here, not in hell

We keep him up, we knew that he'd drowned

If life was left to keep him down

And so he moved on inch by inch

He kept in stride with every pitch

And of his life he makes the best

He's back in school, passing life's tests

I think one day he'll know there's time left

A saint of men still marching on

And I am blessed to sing his song

But who's the sinner here you coo

The same that made this world of blue
Its true.
 Dec 2014
John B
Hark verily my indignant venipuncture retrogression

Saudade anthropomorphic coveting empathic repression

Bask wholly in its self indulgent verbose serendipity

Happenstance to necromance enigmatic anonymity

Applied psychology catharsis my make believe aggression
I recited this peace 4/24/15 watch that here...

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0kJ5wXZppnE#t=18.5
 Dec 2014
John B
there nothing left

he says I'm so sorry

as superman eats kryptonite

it burns inside

the pain almost as bad as has been his hole life

but it's familiar

like a face you haven't seen in many years

Lois lane was shot and killed

because superman had loved her dear

and the farm was sold when Jon and Martha ran all out of years

so he sits around and wonders

hanging hollow from his fears

so he looks down at the bottles that have gathered on the floor

and calls up old Lex Luthor in a move to end the war

when he came his nose constrained as the smell of ***** pervaded

supper man gave him a gun

thanked him for the games

he told the tale from his perspective and asked lex to deal the blow

because he new he had worked for it and didn't want to take his goal

so with a bang his life was ended not a word more ever spoke

and to this day the name will still make pore old lex tear up and choke
in life I have found its your enemies that understand you the best and your friends have time and motive to just stab you in the chest (Et Tu Brute, 11/22/13)

I recited this 2/12/15, If your interested in hearing it the way I do.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GALDGfazB9o#t=25

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