Encased in ash breathing in fetters of vines, scroll through time, scattering the water of ancient days. Corrupt by insecurities that run wild through his character enslaving him in the movement he has no belief in, entranced by sunbursts traveling through twisted dimensions bringing him rest and joy. guttural voices with intrepid strength spanning across the expanse wavering not to emotions of fleeting weakness, drowning despair in a sea of unprecedented joy. Metal swallowed by fire refining the corrupt out, creating metal pure unbreakable. Tension resides in the trivial way of the sullen, destroyed by the mind that keeps them tormented, tails of time ridiculed to fragments of dust torn in two by the winds that distribute gnarled principles.
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Johnny Gerbrandt
Love lifting, love writing, love designing. My journey is a strange one but I love it. learning constantly.
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Where all is reality and reality is all.
Elicited margins of disturbed machinations ozze insatiably across the landscape of the mind gleaning traces of ornate passages stolen by groves of ghosts which are exhaled through the eyes, distance appears blind as crooked closets bind and donβt close. It can be heard if still, the whimpering of shadows of days gone by, burned by time, consumed by years, needfully forgotten and buried, smash the urn there is no need for reverence, the wick is long consumed and the devastation long past. The sprout stretches and unfolds with fresh never known growth exceeding the margins previously believed, even though tender this will become the weathered the unbreakable thee unmovable, thee unstoppable. Where all is reality and reality is all.
By Johnny Gerbrandt5 years ago in Poets
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