kiss yourself

scratches from times before, had faded away and are now restored. brought up to the present and pierces thoughts of seemingly questionable times. a constant pressure of wonder, contemplating the idealistic phrase to enhance able bodied beings to try, try try to understand. secret tidbits of fresh thoughts expanding in mysterious ways, urging you to leap at something you are unsure of - to make a surprisingly high jump for something that is relatively beneath all you inspire to be. climbing sand castles in the rain, don't be afraid of a little pain, embrace such notion and understand you are alive - a large does of encouragement coming from the sky. you are on a quest of individual grace and the sun in the sky could be your biggest escape - don't swerve away from mistakes, a little character is swell, don't stake losing yourself.

John Yoko

double trouble

A change in tone causing ears to press for more haunting information. A sensational realism kicking you in the gut. Your alive. A sudden abbreviation of everything you idolized and a bitter sweet symphony playing the most melancholy music - soundtrack to your life. An upsetting act on your courage and everything you thought is filed away, hidden in the drawer of something disgusting and words your use to uttering so naturally become cold like icicles. Everything glows green, but not like greed more like oozing toxins exposing themselves to the air and just be careful of how rapid this reaction could happen. A pretty ugly picture in the most expensive frame as if that shields it from the horror which it creates, and peaceful wars are happening and we dance to the glory of such an idea because this isn't happening we just choose to embrace such plastic fallacies and hope that no one calls you out because in the notion of prime lying you better have an alibi or someone positioned to protest in your favour. a fishing cast right off the sky and reeling in empty emotions, for a hope of a better tomorrow.

truth?

RRRRiot.

cat fight, girl fight. riot riot riot. smeared lips, tough chicks. riot riot riot. confidence, evil bitch. riot riot riot. big boots, attitude. riot riot riot. black eyes, pretty guys. riot riot riot. rip jeans, crazy scenes. riot riot riot. blushing lips, throwing fits. riot riot riot. saucy mouths calling out. riot riot riot. scratches, flexing, body pumping. riot riot riot. extreme moves, soft dudes. riot riot riot. broken glass, show some ass. riot riot riot. big hips, camera flash. riot riot riot. sneaker kicks, messy hair. riot riot riot. bulging eyes, wild times. riot riot riot. bottled beer, grass in the air. riot riot riot. shaking bodies, illusion smiles. riot riot riot. lights flick, glitter in the air. riot riot riot. dance moves illuminate the moon. riot riot riot. drunk romancing, genius laughing. riot riot riot. powdered lines, squinty eyes. riot riot riot. sweaty skin glistening all the while listening, to catty bitches dissing boys. riot riot riot. powerful, bashful. riot riot riot. intoxicating laughter, superglue one night love. riot riot riot. saddle bags, awkward bangs. riot riot riot. firecracker kisses, lightening bolt hugs, thunderous dance moves crashing bodies into the room. riot riot riot. eyes fixed, stop and stare. riot riot riot. fake star, dj spinnin'. riot riot riot. girls and girls boys and boys, girls and boys all intertwined, screaming out to the sky, crazy songs they all know the lyrics too. fluent in the current song causing them to crash and move. all the while causing such murderous love - a riot riot riot.

400th

heart and pepper

a quickness to doubt the relative of truth. and the position that his truth may not be the same as hers. a able bodied person of decisions. moulding such words like play dough, this is no joke. a threatening truth slashing our tires and making hearts melt. a surge of grateful expectations crashing down on everything you believed. a twist in hope that has left you devastated. not a matter of right or wrong, but you have erased your feelings from the books and i am left with empty pages and a thought a pen that makes me nervous to scribble with. a nibbling punch in the face that makes everything wakeup with a sore dignity. a honest action that made everything worse. forgetting. she is slowly being forgotten. missed, hes always been. a kissing idea that just wont pucker back. a loveless moment that is only craving hearts to run and crash into one another. a dream that is making you sleepless. pulsing memories your just not sure what to do with. tried to can them and put them on the crib but they ran right back to you when the garbage man tried to carry them away. are the stars under any impression that their not sure what to do, guidance they separately beg all the while believing he said she said, wrapped in a unspoken goodbye,

thrift

calculating the faint at heart and swirling with anticipated notion that not everything is as pretty as it may seem. a timeless story you are bound to read and a thrifty assortment of emotions, staining collars and appearing lightly on the cuffs of men dress shirts. a savoury contact of foreverness. together this could be combustible. the past and the idea of the future, making love in the present. better grad a rain coat, i'm not sure you can handle this starry idea that is going to happen with the click of a heel and the purse of such edible lips. letting inappropriate touches fall in all the right places. top it all with whipping cream and adorable sprinkles, just so you know. a feel of perfection and a bottle at the wheel a glorious moment of alluring propositions.

see through hesitation

don't pull the thread for it will never stop going and just like your life everything will come undone. do not hesitate to make something great, utilize all aspects and don't you be ashamed if your ahead of the race. head up, mind bursting a spring your step for such summery eyes and a fall from grace will never happen so don't be scared of winter. and if what you want is gone do not kill yourself for the desire. allow the passion to foil your skin and be mindful of your surroundings. do not cast away greats for the one your feel great for. a fashionable taste of the rich at heart. bank accounts full of sugar cookies and you can't help but want to withdraw. a deposit of your love would be uncalled for considering your not getting anything in return. a slip of sheer simplicity making everything hard as a test and you didn't study for this mess.. heart beats racing like its going to fall out of your chest and you wont surrender, get dressed and take action and youll feel better than you do now sweetheart and that's much more than you can amount too right now, kick yourself out of the ditch and relax, smile .. just a .. little, bit.

graduation of life

a graduation of life, there is no more. this is it. pretty death welcoming me with cupcakes. i can't help but want to party with these cool cats. purchased this dress years ago and can't help but want to put my dancing shoes on. screaming streamers streak this scene and i never imagined it would be this happening. flocks of people in the greatest of moods, this isn't a sea of depression but you can tell these animals aren't anywhere close to brand new. chipped nail polish must be the new thing and i can't make out their language of laughter so i pretend like i know and laugh right along and they don't seem to mind or i must be saying all the right things because like a mad person we're all laughing and laughing and faces are hurting but we don't dare stop and the appeal to such laughter never looses it effects and the party guest that are just arrive, i don't think their late because i don't think this party ever ends and it feels like it just began, they adapt to the laughter just as quickly as i started laughing and it's this massive bubbling effect. a graduation of life, something great, a toast to you for making it happen and a toast to me for living it and going out with such impeccable - magic it sliced air.

I really do live for the future,

because when I'm eating a box of candy,

I can't wait

to taste the last piece.

- Warhol

heart disease

JOHN COOPER CLARK WROTE;

One kiss became a weapon.
I don't want to bleed in vain.
Clouds collide in the heavens,
I surrender. To the rain.
The death bells that also rang,
like madness... from above.
I'm going... out with a bang,
and a heart disease called love.

Ninety-nine, below zero,
would seem like fever now.
You know me... no hero,
don't even ask me how.
I'm down in the deep deep freeze,
what was I thinking of...
In the painful breeze,
by the frozen trees,
with a heart disease called love.

After dinner. Mints. A new lover,
and the coffee's so bitter and black.
Your fingerprints... they cover,
this knife sticking out of my back.
You overlooked... the fine details.
You should've worn your gloves.
I've got a girl in jail, and a house for sale,
and a heart disease called love.

kaboom

flirting with disaster, piece of cake. risky business and a sweet escape. kiss me in the shower, keep you dirty baby. wonderful statues causing you to stop and stare, casting wishful blinks across the sky so that you can pretend you saw a shooting star and that little false hope will rock your world and make you plastic. lavender scent and a glossy magazine cover staining your lips with the realism of something fresh. an equal liberating chaos effect making you feel like a pistol. bang bang, shoot me up and drive me crazy. an addiction to life that i don't want to shake. making mistakes and falling down, climbing castles and standing proud. gold ribbon and black stars stringing together awkward sentences but mix matched feelings and a pocket dictionary have you saying brilliant things. soap box fresh and a cling to your shirt, a satisfying distress. dancing flowers and tipsy cars, a zooming appeal of swooning hearts and a glorious command of savoury laughs. silent music, chocolate covered cigarettes a poisonous amount of fun your bound to indulge in. a hand cuffing arrest - take me away and we'll shake this earth up, like they've never seen.

darkest light

skyscrapers cut into my evening, making everything seem like christmas. lights strung out across my sky and someone could confuse this time with noon day. a peeking light exposing everything from it's darkness. street lights flicker on and i can't help but wonder who else is alarmed that they don't all flicker at the same time. it's a movie illusion brought to you by the big screen, that i've never seen actually happen aloud. i enjoy that moment when the street light overhead taps on and almost strikes you in the head and makes everything a little lighter too bear. the click of heels on the yellow beams makes everything real. and the buildings above casting shadows around you makes it like a midnight theme park you want to explore. lights and buildings as bright as candy and just as hot as the sun brightening a world of such darkness within it's own personal darkness.

giant

giant dreams. giant passions. giant vision. giant drive. giant inspiration. giant imagination. giant heart. giant mind. giant strive. giant ability. giant. giant. giant. giant voice. giant words. giant actions. giant pleasure. giant risk. giant capability. giant. giant. giant. giant strength. giant taste. giant adventure. giant. giant. giant memory. giant soul. giant thirst. giant. giant. giant talent. giant courage. giant opinion. giant power. giant. giant. stay tall sweet giant passions for your are a budding flowering on the morning sun and nothing can beat down your giant hopes for everything you bound to make come true.

coolstuff

that feeling when your super hot, like your skin in on fire and all you can do it consume and when you drink you feel the cold strike your tongue and as you begin to swallow you feel the trickle of piercing coldness and you know your alive. it strikes with such heightening effects that how could something like this be wrong. it would make no sense. the cool covers your body like a sheet in the summer time and you feel at ease and everything is kind of put to rest for a moments time. but once that heat, that blistering heat stabs your body again, don't be afraid too do it all over again, turn caps, popped tops - a icy cold sensation dancing all the way throughout your body.

positive negatives

sacrifices in the most fashionable ways, suitable like those perfect gloves - removes the trigger from the gun. head on your shoulders and heart on your sleeve, dripping with promise, you'd hate to scream. fabulous devices of hypnotizing persuasion. a repercussion of everything majestic and just incase you fret.. or god forbid you begin to forget. i'll be striving. see the shooting star out there, i grabbed it and placed it in my pocket, forever and always i will survive. a master of my own disguise, controller of my world. and like a game of pac-man i will win, and you will lose and everything will never be in order, but i cant help but try and see some positive in all of this.

truth.

motion

a beacon sort of light calling your name. you can make it if you try and if your going to lower yourself to such instant obtainable levels, why in the world is life worth living for. set up a plan of attack. a wonderful little something you want all to yourself, but the steps in motion and grab that sucker, make it yours and don't look back. do your thing and don't question your ability a selfless rant that generates mobility but you are the future and you will shine, moving forward. time in your pocket, time on your wrist. you've got the strength to make everything yours, so cut this cake. embrace such space and elevate. whatever you'd like go out and get it. wheels in motion, follow through - committed to the drive, i strictly applaud you.