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A maddening re-tune this flip-optimist.
Placid savant of scowl repeated.
Thickset, daunt in idle, overly pist.
Identical figuring head of lists.
Circuit loops to retreat.
A maddening re-tune, this flip-optimist.
Brave speculating his death-mix.
Offspring"s statements over slipped.
Thickset, daunt in Idle, overly pist.
Color of choosier brown the analyst.
Saturates sometime smile.
A maddening re-tune, this flip-optimist.
Lucidity reminds this Alchemist,
of dreams, ink wet for keeping.
Thickset, daunt in idle, overly pist.
Wit serpentine, spooling a cyrisalist.
The mystic, realizing the trick
A maddening re-tune, this flip-optimist
Thickset, daunt in idle, overly pist.
I’m certain to succeed.
Straw as thick
As babies thighs
That sprouted from my lungs.
Glory on the lips that blow
The darkness from my bones.
The shrouded gaze, the winters heart,
The reminiscent pose
And my shaking hand.
There’s no escaping light
For knotted golden breaking through
To linger with the day.
The hunger lust deep in our bellies
Is tearing us apart.
An awkward meeting in a place
Is nothing in this world
But a wish away.
If I were tickled rose.
And not ashamed through
Hood or wink
To scribble and impress
If I were pist on love’s sweet ghost
Before the day was long
And all the gracious plans
Come falling from my lover’s eyes;
Into the depths
Put a U in topia
Every house renter is to own,
forget the rich, cos they will moan,
about this change of pitch,
self serving super twits,
Dollar greed is never fair,
for when you're dead it isn't there,
you selfish son of a vich,
time to tear yer heir,
a dreadful thought the switch,
equal for all is on the peoples wall,
those born to wealth will *****,
Bastardry, has cut off balls
not small, says the bugle snitch,
Duty here, is to the all,
get used to it a bit,
people power, the taste of gall,
the chamber pot is pist.
Equal wage for every sage,
or dumb as ducks Tom Tit,
Whiite light doth bring a newbie age,
you can depend on it.
Don Johnson
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cVLA3j71LoU&feature=em-upload_owner
de FORCE
The force does work if you believe,
great faith is needed to achieve,
Spiritual power lurks within,
overcome of negative yin,
barrier gets up to leave.
Don
mental barrier of the mind,
hard to overcome when blind,
belief system doth insist,
you are only half pist,,
giving up the half of trying
Poor lil scammer...
Poor little scammer,
ironic the twist,
you trudge into heaven,
yer not on the list,
a con man is conned ,
at the end of the day,
ironic the twist,
and it wont go away,
un-blest little misfit,
not doing ok,
just pist...
Don
First Adam
Two hundred thousand years before the time of this,
Surfing spirits crost the terrible, the great murky abyss,
One Amilius in command, 5 Adams he had planned,
5 colours he'd insist, before the dawn of hist,
5 hardy human bands! Where ice and snow exists,
within the swirling mists, an Adam in command!
Populated from the stars, cave men smoking big cigars.
Spirit into bodys slipt, in the suitable fellas, {homonid}
Mind expanding, brain a growing, altered forms by spirit knowing,
Mind creates, forgotten knowing, dwell a bit on this!
Negative will draw you ought,
positive forever sought,
see your path a spiritual sort,
after bodies gone, WE exist!
negative IT is evils work,
depression spikes you like a dirk,
shake it off, command desist!
Like pulling teeth might get you pist:}
YOU are in charge of this...
Don Johnson
Homonids were possessed and altered to Homosapien by mental DNA adjustment, creating a human race with intelligent spirits in command. But sometimes the animal Homonid in rage or passion takes command ...a loose cannon...
When I heard your name on news,
I was lost looking for a clue,
Pain in my heart,
Never thought we'd be torn apart,
At least not so soon,
You was the moon in my night,
and in battles you was the fight
in me,
Tears filled my eyes
Anger tightened my fist,
The lingering blur felt like mist,
mad I was?
No I was pist!
You could have been anything you
Wanted to be
God needed you more than me
God brought you up a level to heaven
and brought hell up a level to me
I just never wanted to see
The day you would have to leave.
Hash do not cry,
matter of fact forget your crash.
rash once again try,
connect the peaces and light your stash.
blush! oncemore be shy.
Rest your eyes,
whipe of your tears,
for whatever you weed for has come to pass,
for the lies, let your eyes pay the price.
you where deceived,
combat with what you received.
As you try again
be sure to slowdown the pace.
be yoursef for you are sronger in your own grounds.
learn from your own shot commings,
do not loos your path for onother ones wrath,
so be one withyour frands
but one individualy
solomly or mutualy
loveeach you have as only
for there is no greaer lonly
for the two who are one
for the heartandthe soul separated.
clear your mind,
breath in frash thoats
breath out thos wich horts,
leave it all behind
pride and fear
drop a tear
recognise that pain cant drawn in bear,.
so faceyour pain with an iron fist,
wror your pain like a lion pist,
fear and pride with your conscious in the mist,
together this three is an unbitable beast.
hot air is what i mist,
syllables don't get as crisp,
less yer hanging by hand of wrist,
but the great fall from cliff is inviting:)
betwining betwixt,
nah i don't lisp,
just roof of me mouth bloody lining,
no rum i aint pist,
just some syllables missed,
2 short says Deb,
she's divining....
Don Johnson
WE MET AT THIS BALL.
LOOKING INTO YOUR EYE'S DEEPLY I FALL.
I'M FALLING IN LOVE?
FALLING HARD I SEE?
CAN'T BELIEVE IT'S YOU AND ME?
FALLING IN LOVE HARD.
YOU TOOK MY V CARD.
THE WRONG CALL.
WE MET AT THE BALL .
HE WAS A PLAYER AFTER ALL.
THE WRONG CALL WAS LOOKING INTO HIS EYE'S LISTENING TO HIS CRIES..
I DIDN'T KNOW I WAS LISTENING TO LIE'S.
THE WRONG CALL WAS ME HAVEN YO BABY GOING CRAZY LATELY .
HAVEN A PROBLEM LISTENING TO ALL THIS .NOW I'M PIST.
THE WRONG CALL WAS ME AND YOU. MEETING EACH OTHER .
THE WRONG CALL THAT YOU MADE ME FALL I'M DONE YOU WAS THE WRONG CALL,
A maddening re-tune this flip-optimist.
Placid savant of scowl repeated.
Thickset, daunt in idle, overly pist.
Identical figuring head of lists.
Circuit loops to retreat.
A maddening re-tune, this flip-optimist.
Brave speculating his death-mix.
Offspring"s statements over slipped.
Thickset, daunt in Idle, overly pist.
Color of choosier brown the analyst.
Saturates sometime smile.
A maddening re-tune, this flip-optimist.
Lucidity reminds this Alchemist,
of dreams, ink wet for keeping.
Thickset, daunt in idle, overly pist.
Wit serpentine, spooling a cyrisalist.
The mystic, realizing the trick
A maddening re-tune, this flip-optimist
Thickset, daunt in idle, overly pist.
You need to slit your
Wrists.
Get pist.
And go jump off a
Bridge.