From Hard Jane to Sloppy Joe

they say too much of anything isn't good for you. i've over dosed on your presents. your time. your smile. your words and caresses. vitamins without the water. like the sun to my flowers, everything is now dark. not even moonlight kisses my thoughts in the nightly hours of thought. pour me a glass of connection because sparks are misfiring and this will no longer be a happy tale, just a washed out excitement that leaves minds pounding, hearts crumbly and curiosities spiked with vodka and i am drunker than you can imagine. from hard jane to sloppy joe, i'm a cheesy mess and not in the delicious hamburger way. feed me magic and allow me to soar off to other places where thoughts cant touch you and feelings can be washed away with bubble bath. knew not to jump into this turtle race and now i'm that silly rabbit tappin' along to some wicked music, and i never did abide by such rules, and i'm looking like a fool because tricks are for kids. scribbling in crayons things ill never say to you. words im trying to chisel out of my brain and into paper but the paper is reflecting and this is just a mirrored substance of irrational circumstances, and unhealthy combination of passion. desire. absence. thoughts, oh the thoughts. save me from thinking, blessed me a brainless bimbo so that i can find peace of mind in my lip gloss!

Kiss Me, I'm Drunk

kiss me, i'm drunk. your champagne smile has got me flush. let my body dance with yours, we'll shimmy shake without a sound. gimmie a break, your like a kit kat treat i'm hyped to taste. bubble pop kisses and my eyes are missing you. you should be here, but your there and there doesn't know how lucky it is. scratch and win, let me hold you close. kissing secrets in your ears, all i know is yours to know and all i've got is now on the line for you. flat lining, dull little push and my heart is alive, waiting wishing wanting. why do i put myself throw such lovely horrific things, this life is a war.. a beautiful war filled with beautiful people in all their ugly and flaws to the max. a perfection of flaws. let me kiss yours. i'll show you mine? chaotic dancing and you are giving me a sugar rush. soda pop tongue and i'm not yet fully refreshed, let's kiss to the best, to the worst, to the good and the bad. i'll kiss you once and be glad to kiss you more, dirty boots and combat faces, this is a scene that we aren't use to but i'm willing to bet your a very good thing so armed to the teeth, i'm going in.. won't you come with me, don't run away, we've got this thing going in an awkward shade of grey but with the right amount of sun and chase, we'll make this all even out into technicolor ribbons and you'll be my present so it'll always be like Christmas.

Play Chicken

mindful of feelings, yet i cannot feel a thing. glitter in my eyes and the pain has subsided. tricky little talents sucking me in gracefully, toying with my abilities. severely getting sliced, bleeding out in the most glamorous of ways. heavy heart dragging in my chest, beating a mile a minute and your words kiss my lungs, leaving me breathless. icy nerves thawed and now settle in the contours of my body, shake at the sight of you, electrify at your touch. throw me into the melting pot and watch my feelings for you sizzle. enlightened by the opposing team yet casted in the shadow. glorified questions and behaviours that just don't fit. flirting with the monster and i know ill get burned, crash and crash hard, so why do i dare play chicken with this red light.

Liquid Diet, Skinny Bitch

slippery words colliding at the threshold of pure velocity as my heart quickens to the motion in the notion and the mind is now pondering such crazy things and what is now going to be then, will now be now and its happening all around us and the glass is half empty? half full? who the fuck cares there is liquid to be drunk. liquid diet, skinny bitch. toxic membranes colossal highs. tripping on ideas of.. well lets not lose our sexuality in the minds of harsh reality of paparazzi eyes casting pupils of pure excitement across dancing bodies fuelled with a entire different emotion, considered substantial in some periodic times but hello its new digits, a new time, looking for places on maps and they've disappeared, you've sunk my battle ship, left with nothing but armour, armed to the teeth, you love to mess me round.

This is No Toy Story

multicoloured ideas dipped in the serenity of your entire being. giving up the glory for the action and forget the pen, we'll take the scissors, make amends. action packed figures and this is no toy story, pixels attached to irises flashing like a camera at the wonderful things taking place in front you. the reality of the real and the realm of the what if, a constant fluffy feelings in the pit of your stomach, the wheels in your mind always churning with a notion of you, a notion of them, and me, and us. feathery disposition with a displacement of rational thinking and bubbling happiness that just won't settle. backward backgammon and i'm stammering for words, trending in a pool of delicious things. gift boxes with juicy surprises, heavy pupils rest silently on mistletoe wilting at the idea of that.

Seasonal Loving

trapeze from eye to eye. glimpses of everlasting flavor sprinkled upon my vision, rose colored glasses i do not wear, however the frames could have been processed in a factory far far away, corrupted with feelings that only the most romantic people do profess to one another. honey lips making my mouth water, do i dare taste the heat in the words that are being spoken too mw, kissing my ears and casting promises throughout my body, made up i cannot declare their source. candy cane stripes have crystallized on my heart and hold captivate all emotions in a joy that must be close to Christmas cheer, is this only seasonal loving? hot chocolate warmth laced with screaming butterflies all intensified with energy boosters and now they are free to run amuck inside me, laughing at the pure ideas within my mind, playing wack-a-mole with my soul.. the tops of the pop bottles are too big for these little rings, and like an amusement park affair, i can't quit smiling. the presents of a smokers cough tickles my teeth and words begin to flow without permission, speaking a speech that was better locked up within the walls of my beating heart, allowing the pulsating notion to play a game of Atari with my new found passion, a swarm of bonus points and i'm on cloud nine, feeling like Mario who just got with the princess, had a couple shrooms and i'm ready to slay a dragon, my strength is up in this battlefield and is love the enemy or my shield?

Chandelier IQ

filled to the brim with simmering charisma. humorous presents casting artistic glows on canvas' shaped like hearts. steamy captivations locking up arrows and adverting eyes to other beauties. jumping jacks of the smoke of a loving heart and a birds eye view is strumming the music as loud as a block party. feather boa anger and glittery despair, a rant of being totally enthralled, shrink wrapped into the idea of you. judgment is gone, sold it's pedestal some time ago and now all that catches eyes is moonlight and stars that won't quit smiling, directing the corners of your vicious mouth to curve toward the sky and burst into fireworks. young hearts, galloping into electric palm trees and overdosing into a heaven sent hell that now is just as tempting as it is loving. devoted to the dance, chandelier IQ and all that i envision is now laced with traces of you. masquerade affairs beseeched into the most brightest of days and plucked from the sky like chocolates from the most prettiest of packages.

Days, Like Places on Maps

plastic keepsakes fit perfectly in my pocket, like shelving memories. a library of everything magnificent. while i sit here on cloud nine, reading closed captions of my life. harmonized ideas swing softly into my mind and everything murky is now clear. vivid masterpieces lining up in unison and devouring any cautious slurs that are trying to slip from gentle lips into a moment of absolute bliss. the hands of the clock have been removed and we will no longer search for days like places on maps. slowly dancing into tomorrow, footsteps in the dark creep onto our hearts and heavy sorrows are swept away with simple stares. pulsing beats pump against torsos but no music is actually playing, stay tuned for encouraged revelation, a brand new place with just faces of excitement, nerve endings dancing at the contact and actions are speaking louder than words and all my words are now jumbled and if not careful they will misfire into a never ending frenzy.

The Fiddle Has Been Replaced by an iPod

childlike recognition. a box of crayons but they still don't have the colour to perfectly define this moment in time. scattered brain and timeless. nothing matters but what is happening right now. play pretend, when all of this is way too real for senses to align the beauty of make believe it's over ruled by integrity. childlike memory and certain reels are highlighted. certain things still making bone marrow shake when you remember. discoFlesh? perhaps. idle sensations and a long lasting flavour that may not sit well with excitement. anxious and determined, scared and nervous, craving for the harshness of what is next too come. upside down sandcastles and the sun is hiding nicely behind the clouds, a reassurance of cumulus scandal. lost in space, wandering the earth and this is no disney movie, you cannot expect the outcry and sing a long passion while the plate and spoon jump over the moon for the cat is taking a nap and the fiddle has been replaced by an iPod. childlike embellishments all conjured up in a sphere of questions. inquiries inclining the soul, inviting in temptations of adult slurs.

Bottoms Up

small town kid with big ambitions, willing to toss a different passenger in the drive for twisted measure. citrus punch, right in the kisser, a million dollar kiss and a soul sale, half priced dreams. gutter love ladder and a strength fuelled with intoxicated smiles. eyes blinking fast, just under the speed of light. moon beams slurping up sleep and pushing bodies to move closer and closer. diamond eyes bought from the quarter machine, bubble gum lips and mouths full of cocaine. dusty glitter hair with choppy senses, incoherent moments of blistering patrons, clacking laughter with impromptu salvation. saving grace from burning buildings, hot and spicy realization and strange fixations with alcoholic penetrations. tipsy moments and cloudy vision, decisions made without thinking, clink to the now and clink to the then, hazy recolitions- bottoms up.

Discounted Brawls

discounted brawls and words as sharp as knives. brewing confidence simmering into actuality and everything once safe guarded is now blind sided. interesting wisdom pure with sprinkling honesty punching me in the philosophy. an awkward query of that which surrounds me and friends or foes is what will ultimately surprise me. dashing into a strain of beautiful invention and a mind on fire, light with innovation. revving up the courage to tackle what's in front of me. mushy insanity, i've gone out looking for me. covers of magazines, popping up all around me catching my eyes with their unfortunate subtleties. jumping into the light and the felines take flight, claws out ready to hit the culture, straight swinging confidence served with an attitude of chilly persona, up in arms and i'm surviving.

Stencilled Imagination

a hammering sensation of dazzle with just the right amount of lipstick could make any situation ideally sensual. with probing minds it would certainly rock the soles and allow hearts too truly simmer in unusual and cosmic directions. stencilled imagination and war paint that is drawing to the core of desires causing passion to erupt and catch fire. eyes focusing and refocusing on the reality of the scene and while question minds may want answers lips want attention and hands want hands a mesh of feverish attraction all dramatized to the max so that voices can be hushed and actions can be enjoyed entirely. a wicked actualization of things conjured up in the mind sometime ago and now as if the pen is to paper, lips are to lips and the connection is instantaneous.

Backwards Lies, Would that Mean Your Speaking the Truth?

a close proximity to heaven and hell. realization swimming in everything sugar coated now heavy like salt. a threshold of compassion lurking around the corners of my life and everything once portrayed one way has now been sliced. cutting edge with a jagged blade, choppy seconds and which way will the minds now sway, like a mass in the air of a rickety boat shall we sink or swim, or coast this float. backwards lies, would that mean your speaking the truth.. ticking time who decided that, i'd prefer a silent nonchalant type melody so i am not consistently reminded of how much time i am out. camera lens, peeking out into my surroundings, laughing at the people looking in, i see your faces.. clowning. movie scene explosions and that is just my heart beat picking up, no signs of a tidal wave however, minds may begin to erupt. distributed fun and was that smile scheduled.. air conditioned breeze and goodbye to all the organic, forget this planet we're headed straight to the moon and discarded emotions can be left right here in fear of contaminating your foolish mind, my dear. permanent marker stains your soul and with hopes of crayons we can only hope my heat won't melt your soles. standing taller than your big gulp, forfeiting, whaaat? I Think Not.

Simplicity in It's Most Complicated Form

heart trying to catch it's breath. every ounce of electricity that cruises within my veins is multiplying, dividing. walls have crumbled, rebuilt half way and stumbled downward. exposure. everything off the cuff, pure relocation of things bouncing within the hallways of emotions not quite sure of speaking up. minty inspirations of fresh indications, simplicity in it's most complicated form. words leaving me surrounded in a tangle of lopsided connections, willing to connect the dots? we'll that is still to be decided. bitter sweet observations. top of the building altitude, wandering around pieces of me, what could possibly conduct this research of indirect adaptations of my thoughts, organized chaos. a glorified predicament. interrogated with the magnify glass of prying eyes, words dripping with reality slapping my eyes to stop and stare at the actualities of what this is to be, what this means to me. pricking the harshness out of the air and laying it out on the platter, everything out to be discovered, secrets that once lingered the ears of a trusted friend has been summoned and out witted by pure curiosity. hitting the hammer to the nail. perfect punch line to the perfect joke, laughs slowly fade away, stage left. curtains drawn and an empty crowd awaits my performance of indecent exposure which was blown wide open by the most least aggressive air. shooting empties into the sky from the sweetest revolver, allowing sound to kick thoughts into the heart and while lungs try to catch their breath there is a spark of something within the depths of me that cannot put it to rest. a constant over thought of everything i thought i had figured out, mastered? everything up in flames, like beautiful sparklers. mind racing with the heart beat to match, move forward or inch back; i'm stuck sitting on the fence..

Think Peace

candy bombs, appealing to the eyes and terrorizing the masses. sweet seduction capitalizing on the fear and addiction of the people. muffled secrecy sugar coated with the up most confidence of happiness, lies with shifty eyes catching hearts off guard in pure disguise. beautiful pandemics bubbling up at the most perfect times, clearly well designed, yet scares us each and every time. the indecencies of perpetual argument and consistent bashing of everything once full of contentment now only quivers in the moonlight and hides in the sunrise for awkward identities are now okayed with murmuring history. i pledge allegiance to the heart and hope that everyone can escape the dark and will be able to find within their minds, THINK PEACE.

Bitter Testimonies

Bitter testimonies begging for contemplation. Idealistic futures wasting away in the past. Questionable times worth the redemption, all the while noses pressed to glass. Looking in on actions so lovely that you can withstand straining your pupils to truly catch a glimpse of promise. Thoughts in flight shedding it's armor and guarding everything without a stitch of regret. Simply revised and energized a new revolution of terror. Beautiful majestics and washed away sorrows building kisses that taste like soy. Forgetful endeavors now rest on hearts that were thrown away long ago for relatively the exact same reason they were sought out.. enchanting ordeals laced with conflict and anxiety, stepping up to the plate will surely satisfy if not scare you first.

Fibers. Molecules. Atoms.

many fibers, many molecules, many atoms. all coming to together to warn me of you. fibers, intertwining pieces together, the heat that you cause me, boiling water to the touch a feverish passion allowing fibers to weave throughout one another in a desirable frenzy, urging for something we can't quite put words on. floppy tongue, like an allergic reaction to this greatness has caused me to stammer all over the place, a verbal disaster. molecules, bouncing off the walls. hyper active substance shocking my system. exposing ideas that usually diaries harbor and lips are too stubborn to confess. molecules, urging my mind to race and my bones to shake a pure intellect but cosmic sensation. atoms, like tiny atom bombs exploding all over my skin. magnificent colours erupting into my pupils and happiness is shielding everything, optical illusion, talk about trippy. an effect i am no where close to use too but not opposed to the gushing of melting heart that is surrounding me. an atomic screen of absolute soulful star shine is mesmerizing me. uplifting me within my reality and a feeling of energized butterflies are kicking my stomach and i like the eerie feeling all the same, a feeling of brand new. i am a kid in a candy store and i cannot get enough of you, greedy and excited. a kinder surprise and i wasn't expecting this but the flow of integrity threw bricks at my bouncy castle and everything once guarded is not blown wide open, inviting you in with cautious eyes i am still trying to flow with the current of this mutual attraction.

Hypocrisy At It's Finest

a strut into the opposite direction. a once dark alley way, now lit with the light of something new. washing over you like bubble bath, clean and refreshed. the notion of the idea swirls in your body making grounded bodies sway to the actuality of what is becoming such elevation. hypocrisy at it's finest. the rise and fall of great things. the beauty unleashed from places your not sure even housed beauty. dazed and loving it, like a rebellious teen, craving for the sensation in the now, whats to come of this. laffy taffy sense of everything and approaching with caution but excitment kicks you in the temple and your mind is gently placed somewhere else, outside your body and you can't help but not really mind that you are losing control, one step at a time. a march of self pride washed away, subside because now you've got better things to base your pride on. swallowing happiness in big gulps, pop rock feeling all the way to your socks and you don't want to slow down, no need to speed up.. you're coasting into something that feels like free fall and the questions you want to ask have settled somewhere south and your mouth only craves kisses and inspiration, your tongue wants to envelope entire spaces with dreams and ideas and your entire being went from so shielded to captivating, revealing.

The Push and the Pull of the Optical Illusion.

The push and the pull of the optical illusion. Begging for a new scene you aren't sure you'll notice. blinking into obvious trouble, curving vision to dismiss obstacles. constant battle of the irises urging things to look in the direction of pulsating eyes. fiery disguise being uplifted into sight. forget daggers, eyes are now constantly battling one another, laser beams. intergalactic stares, from another planet. curiosity strikes the pupils, tempting action.. seeking words.. only receiving harsh stares which seem to penetrate the heart. the soul. the mind. all of you entirely. eyes wandering in and out of your mind and stepping all over your feelings. one glance in the direction, like an arrow to the bulls eye can easily heighten or smack down everything you had concluded too.. blind sided. an optical illusion erasing everything you thought was reality.

Try This On for Size

midnight sunrises breaking apart the sky. creeping up on identities, causing certainties to dissolve. Ferris wheel height, mind lost in the clouds. feet grounded, tight. swaying from left to right, picking up a led heel and placing it at home plate. eyeing the competition, magnetic appeal. invisible characters, panicking for a shield. reminders and forgetfulness, all tossed up in the air. heads or tails? snow melt feeling in the dead of winter. whip cream notions with belvedere kisses. scattered pieces, a puzzle.. what's missing? moments light as air come seeping into spaces unexpected. a tinge of secrecy all caught up in the shake of a Polaroid. vivid validation and crystallized hope, tangible in seconds, spinning inclining of gratified devotion, fatal heart attacks causing commotion. boxes of candy left untouched, mouth watering eyes pealing at the corners of clothing clinging on for dear life. dawn breaking in the middle of the afternoon, the uproar of unclarity destroying anything proper.. signs all a flicker, brakes shot to shit. crashing into something you're unsure you'll fit.