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clear skin

“passwords”

Sameletterswrittenbutweconfusedit…

silentlisten, to all the shackles that keep us trap and to all the noises that hurt real bad.

blog the belongings and hit the indifference, with a gasp of air that only humans can make.

today(dec 2014) echos with mixed up hot air the sky is spinning perfect colors 1 logic looking lucid 88 part mixture 6backward47forward the tick talk pin fall in the backyard my poem kiss to a metal wall my poem kick to a cold walk fill up the box and release the cause we’re going on a limb, here Projecting from eyes bright when it gets dark

it’s subliminal, undefinable, reliable, at the will to be clear and understood. i fear of being miss understood. what would you do, if you could?

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we can hear the crescendos of unjaded glee, in stressed air that will keep us breathing. we have been, no where different than fate, a good moment overcomes the pain. for the health that’s kept, we have all to respect. a song can be short or long, but the meaning should be caught!

in swaying words and tomorrow’s lovers, the evilness has nothing to show for.

we swim with iron whales. they hurt our hope, when the sink so quick.

back and forth, from cries to laughter. senses are basic, but they are excitement.

poem people play prove or pretend, all the way to the popcorn ceilings.

as i grow up and miss the accidents, i see a circle of honest youth tents.

a circle i render reality threw and threw, with how the depth breaks threw. a circle i render reality threw and threw, with how the depth shakes us up.

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"Steady the camera"

Sometimes you just need to look up into the sky and remind yourself of the times that everything was right. When climbing cliffs and skinny dipping was what we did, look up into the sky and see why words exist. Not everything happens at once. So see it true before it goes. Not everything happens at once. So say I’m your’s and take hold. Not every thought comes from science. And they spread without role. Not every heart feels the temperance. So curve the mania with control. Some times you just need to look up into the sky and tell someone you love that they will never die. Then climb up and away as if everything was perfect. Remember the look when she said there’s nothing to regret. Remember the time when you said you better not forget. Then look at the sky and tell yourself to get with it.

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I'm such a dirty boy; eating chocolate and drinking whisky. I'm such a joyous boy; dont take my profits or even penalties. I'm such an old toy full of riddles and history. Also, an elaborate decoy. Watch me fall into infamy. I'm such a broken boy. My eyes are so blurry. Still the drums bounce and the melody runs all around. Patience! we must announce! Beauty, take your time to be found. Found!

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Be my soft skin that reminds me of morning. A cool grin that speaks genuine. Brown eyes, take me to central park. Unleash that voice that makes me spark. I'm a runaway with a mouth out of mixed paint. Cut up hands and an old bipolar way. I pray to the soil. I sing to the trees. I talk with turmoil to understand history. I pray to the soil. I sing to trees. I walk the inferno to feel in harmony.

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Before you wake up and go to the road, your theme park has been covered in snow. Hurry up dear and grab your robe. There’s a lot to hold and a lot to know. Your ferris wheel tilts and no one cares. Yet, the willows wilt and everyone’s scared. So paint the riddle and write the scene. Our meaning is true if that’s what you see. The gardens heart will reap from the places we are or aren’t . With neon streets and chimney topped stars, nothing will be to hard.

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HISTORY THAT FLOATS:

from the tell of the tower to the rush of the rain, we strive for salvation and profits to claim.

by the force of testimony and sense of faith, we announce the passion that makes us insane. 

in the wind of bedlam and the lair of rage, we breed martyrs from grey overcast days. 

on top of sacred marble and sandy bays, we hear our family and reap a joyous head-way. 

let’s keep on painting everything we see and all of our feelings. let’s keep on singing everything we hear and all of our teachings.   let’s all be patient and speak from our soul. i want to hear the sound of reason and control.

from the shackled struggles of a pungent love to the freedom bestowed from above,

rhymes will chime, bodies will tie, hearts will out-smart those vast nerves that always pull and tug.  

in the blossoming field of empathy and lucid luck, we take what we get, with out giving up. 

and far away from the endless ethical crutch, the continuity of nirvana is never enough. 

let’s keep learning everything we have to be. be healthy. let’s keep freeing all those fulfilled melodies. be silly.  let’s all be patient and keep ourself afloat. a want to feel the way of letting it all go.