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Rhythmic Rhymes

On a written line I exhibit vivid signs
Of rhythmic rhymes picture images of victim crime
A mystic mind reminiscent to vintage times
Wish I had the privilege to live in life’s simplest times
My interest climbs alongside my goals and inspirations
My hopes in writing and  liberation
To get exposed across the globe the whole nation
At any location, to hear the cheers the ovation
That’ll help jeer my motivation to steer my concentration
For I can endear the sensation and appear in elation from my narration creations
Clear aspirations persevere to adhere my career destination
Incessantly and relentlessly you’ll get the best of me throughout the rest my duration
Its especially my pleasantry that I  represent me with no replications
No cessation or degradation, a specialty in illustration
To go with a fixation of applying like applications
Myself, with an undying innovation to combine writing and orchestration

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Random Enigma

Great job coming up with that many rhymes!  I like the goal you've written about.  :-)

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Ryan Crane

Thank you! it is very much appreciated! I hope to one day achieve that goal!!

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Random Enigma

I have no doubt that you will!  Great job and good luck!

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