Fuck What Ya Heard October 29, 2017March 12, 2023 Thomas James Johnson III Vincek #Absurd, #ALL, #Always, #Angel, #Bird, #Biz, #Bones, #Broken, #Combine, #Connect, #Craves, #Curb, #Dirt, #Dots, #Down, #Electric, #Eyes, #Frozen, #Fuck, #FuckWhatYaHeard, #Heard, #Homegrown, #Inside, #Invisible, #Keep, #Knees, #Lies, #Lost, #Loves, #Me, #Mine, #WhiteReflectsWhite Don’t touch my tools You could get broken bones You’re always in my biz What the fuck do you know About my homegrown As I connect the dots I make visible What was invisible Thought you knew White reflects light Fuck what ya heard I’m not about the words All about the verbs Try not to swerve Hit the curb Or you’ll get served For spreading such dirt You know that I’m the type That loves it real So fuck what ya heard I’m gonna show you what I learned So go sing like a bird You sound like a turd Plainly absurd Don’t listen to the lies Keep your eyes on mine You’re in for a surprise You’ll love the size Gonna get lost in this rhyme Show you how we can combine One rhythm Frozen in time I am your angel Who craves you inside Electric surges Pulsating inside So fuck what ya heard You’ll always be mine Share this:TweetEmailPrintShare on TumblrPocketTelegramWhatsAppLike this:Like Loading...
Song Of The Storm April 19, 2015August 12, 2020 Thomas James Johnson III Vincek #Air, #ALL, #Caught, #Charge, #Charges, #Clear, #Cloaked, #Close, #Clouds, #Control, #Darkness, #Draw, #Drawing, #Earth, #Electric, #Feel, #Flashes, #Hidden, #High, #Me, #Near, #Omniverse, #Plane, #Pull, #Pulses, #Running, #Rushing, #Share, #Sharing, #Shining, #Skin, #Sky, #Stars, #Storm, #Swept, #TJWhiteWolf, #Veiled, #View, #Visibly, #Waiting, #Wild, Light, SongOfTheStorm Electric charges in the air I can feel you drawing near With your flashes of light Shining through a sky of darkness How you draw me in I am seeing stars No longer cloaked and veiled Hidden from view Swept away above the clouds In a different plane Electric Charges in the air I feel it on my skin As it radiates through every hair Electric pulses Running wild I feel you near You pull me close You are now in view I see you there Waiting for me Electric charges We are one Taking control of this storm Rushing across this Omniverse We move visibly Sharing this charge For all to see Share this:TweetEmailPrintShare on TumblrPocketTelegramWhatsAppLike this:Like Loading...
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