John B

John B Jun 2018

Hark, hear me! I spin the tale of a squat dandiprat residing within the cerulean sphere. Sunup to sundown suffering visions of cobalt. As he was inside and all around.

Sky abode! Likewise periwinkle aperture and icy steed. All is azure in his eyes, personally and interpersonally, as he lacks ears to hear him.

I am turquoise non lexical vocables

I am teal non lexical vocables

Behold my beryl lodgings and indigo casement! Such is the tone of all my vestments. The roads and flora follow suit. Lo my sweetheart also Sapphire.

Like the plebeians as they Promenade, as my steed. It is within and throughout. My utterances and perceptions, the operative stirrings deep within.

I am royal non lexical vocables

I am ultramarine non lexical vocables

Most Central and public.
Sky abode! Likewise periwinkle aperture and icy steed. All is azure in his eyes, personally and interpersonally, as he lacks ears to hear him.

I am turquoise non lexical vocables

I am teal non lexical vocables

I'm blue, dabu dee babu die...

John B Apr 2018

Overriding Sagacity

With a snap of my fingers

The fourth wall brakes

In a drop of the lights

I bow for the audience

Saying goodnight.

PSHAW DIM WISENHEIMER GESTALT

YOU ARE A TRIFLE RIPE OF PLATITUDES

#undoubtedly #certainly #doubtless #indeed #forsooth #quotha #doubtedly #banana #privilege #delta

John B Mar 2018

Slander

Sangha saccus scroll scribbles say

Laboratory labourisms leakances legitimatize lavatory

Another actuality altered although abominable

Newsworthy notifications never naturalize, normalize

Dangling doomed decay depressed duressed

Entrepreneurial endeavors erased encased, evapotranspiration

Reason reserved, ridiculousness returned, ritualization

Unjust Because

John B Jan 2018

Colloquia

Tone set by a sun hiding

A king weeps for good men dieing

Clash of steel your exotic melody

Shout and squeal as a choir

The symphony blaring

A wave hits the door to his court

Blast open

A stave of wood anchors his foot to the ground

He hadn't planned on moving anyhow

He stood with a roar

Readying shield and axe

Not for combat but show he thought

None the less proud

He fought hard

Bringing countless men down

Broken weapons and ****** wounds

The body pile stacked around

Eclipses once grand steps

To the last throne worth sitting in

Held still to this day

By the last king worth sitting in it

Holding tightly onto those

His broken weapon and mortal wound

John B Dec 2017

This Harem

May this harem commence

To the beat of my empty chest

We'll best any challenge beset

Without regrets or frets

In the style of Bassett

Melancholy

Missing something

Transition

John B Dec 2017

*******

Forgive me for rambling

Lost in a haze

****** on the oil

Eyes over glazed

No pain on the outside

Slime inside writhes all the time

Generating my power

But it's chiseled my glower

Now I stopped smoking flowers

Just awaiting my hour

Still bidding my time

For reclaiming what's mine

Until things unwind

It's a good thing I'm high

Bloop

John B Dec 2017

No World = Order

Blasting caps for the gigaton bomb

Size of king kongs forearm
And twice as long

Overkill is an understatement

Sometimes you just need to know
It's gonna get the job done

You can't buy manpower for a job like that, But people who believe things are dangerous... #NwNoThanks #Mama do you think they'll drop the bomb #too long to be a hashtag. #shamelessly making a longer hashtag just because I think it's kind of funny that hashtags are even a thing while simultaneously ignoring the tags section blow notes in the editor.