dancing

dance. move your body against the ways around you. shake from trouble and hip thrust away pain. allow pulsating movements take control of your entire being. dance baby dance. and when your down like the sun and you feel like you've forgotten your dancing shoes, i will not fail you. i will give you mine and give up the dance within those soles and when you feel safe and ready to dance again i shall dance along side you, bare foot. it don't matter. as long as you are born and feeling alive we shall dance way past the sunrise. dancing motions allowing your heart to beat lightly in the space between your bones and allow tiny rattling movements to cast happiness into your membrane and straight into the stars well forget the sun and moonwalk along the moon and ill write my name in the moon dust all the while you shall continue dancing and well be sure to say goodbye to the big dipper as we make our way back to earth, dancing.

timeless

ticking ticking time bomb, step on the accelerator and don't look back. time is of the essence and oh the essence of you and i is so hauntingly beautiful. i wont be able to shake this hour glass for a while. clicking shoes on timeless times and hours of minutes that are swelling with such life. certain hands ticking by and making everything kind of foggy, wipe the steam from the mirror and take a look into time, it's never going to leave you. all you've got is time. your a walking time bomb and you should dance, celebrate the movement of entire loveable times. and when time seems to be working against you, be okay with the fact that you wont be forgotten because time has captured a little piece of you and you will always be, always be. timeless.

too much?

forgetting ink

ink you up with the thought of me and just incase you can't remember we'll place something very memorable right there on your cuff and as if you just had a crazy night well laugh and boast about what might come. and when the world begins to go to rest well pretend we know whats best and as we have an outstanding time it wont matter who's wrong or who's right. tag pupils with heightening craze and just incase you forget my face i'll etch yours in this little place, within my brain, that i shall always treasure and when words cant find my mouth and my heart beats lightly against cotton you shall always be a dream of mine, and time to time i will visit you in the place and we'll blast off to some other space, cupcakes and champagne well forget this place.

icy heartbeats

a junction of functions and a time after time process that isn't going to heal shit. snap back to reality and sure eminem spoke about gravity but i'm telling you the realism to your cause in validation that you can strive, carry on. and with vindictive smiles and a glorious appeal, wheels in motion.. you are real. and so am i. but if you beg to differ, i only applaud your strength. your motivation? a melting pot of sizzling ideas, eye shadow smiles and a whole lot of winning. the winning of nothing but of coarse you want the win and the loss of everything, how dare you say such things. melting down to your core the summer sun begins to roar and just when you thought everything was settling, here again comes the rain to wash away your easiness and wake you hard to the sound of your heartbeat, heartbeats stuck in your chest, cool.

death proof bliss

a constant collision of extravagant minds. beautiful contemplation and hours of time. wasteland of pretty things and a urge of desires causing you to perspire, sweating out such creativity - pushing you higher and higher. lips touching lips and an outrageous scene. tragic little songs are beating across your skin and you can't help but dance. bullet proof persona and a open ocean view, a mind crystal clear - the prettiest of blues. liquid courage and a dose of spontaneity crash dive into field of flowers and taste diamonds fold across your taste buds. a sugar coated risk and it's all so enchanting, so worth it - death proof bliss.

Trust Yourself

hey pretty girl with the ambitious stride, dont you try and step aside for others now to try and take whats yours and during troubled times, try not to shut out the world. casting sunbeams to lighten your way, the world will continue spinning even after your long gone away, but do not hold this against the universe or make it an excuse to stop and reverse. hey pretty girl with the upside down smile trying to make a difference, let me make it worth your wild, smile like there is no tomorrow for what is in a tomorrow will only ruin your today and why not just take it, embrace, and run away. back to the other side of whatever side your trying to hide because all of you is beautiful so keep the interesting alive and before you try and be true to the world, sit down and try to be truer to you.

i want you

heart beats tappin' along the pavement sounding just like little tiny heart beats and as if a velvet under glow has taken over your insides you feel soft and so very touchable. craving for desire and yearning for that closeness like a pair of shoes you want something fitting, content. something that makes you smile and every time you put it on you dont want to take it off. a friendship that is worth so much more out in the open, on display right on your book shelf instead of tucked in the bottom of your closet. heart beats tappin' along my silhouette. and i will hold on close because i can obtain what i'd like and i hope youd like to obtain me as much as i want to obtain you.

clasped

Disrupted sunshine casting frowns across my feet. The heat has soften the world around me, melting butter. I could drown within this sleep and this slumber could ideally get the best of me. A strikingly fresh sense of right and a rush of pigment that makes everything look nice. sugared snowflakes warm as toast champagne sunshine and we clink, a toast. silent parties that break free such fears. desires loud, reflection in mirrors and smiles of greats a sense of satisfaction and it's never too late. a constant movement towards everything pure.. and a uplifting thought that you'll hold close, always near.

CryWolf

CRYWOLF,

THEY FEED MY LOVE OF FASHION AND ADDICTION TO WONDERFUL TANGIBLES.

I THANK YOU KINDLY..

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Cigarette Creativity

light me up like a cigarette baby i'm feeling so unstoppable, on top of the world, above this atmosphere. creativity is dancing on my body and i can't help but touch it solely because of the fact that we work so well together, can't you tell. addictive muse with a dreamlike aroma a pixie dust appeal and a whole lot of flava. light me up like a cigarette baby in hale the ideas that are coming from me and just in case you don't feel me hold me there and i'll be glad to show you just what your eyes are missing but i don't doubt that your insides get me and your guts are urging for you to speak.. light me up like a cigarette baby we could do some damage, knock some people right off their feet.

Rollin'

“In the tarot, the Fool is distinguished from other cards because it is not numbered, suggesting that the Fool is outside movement and change. And as it has been written, the Fool and the clown play the part of scapegoats in the ritual sacrifice of humans. John and Yoko have never given up being Holy Fools. In a recent Playboy interview, Yoko, responding to a reference to other notables who had been interviewed in that magazine, said: “People like Carter represent only their country. John and I represent the world.” I am sure many readers must have snickered. But three nights after our conversation, the death of John Lennon revealed Yoko’s statement to be astonishingly true. “Come together over me,” John had sung, and people everywhere in the world came together.”

Rolling Stone Jan 22, 1981 by Jonathan Cott

John Lennon and Yoko Ono photographed by Annie Leibovitz on Dec 5, 1980, three days before John Lennon was killed.

"I like too many things and get all confused and hung-up running from one falling star to another till I drop. This is the night, what it does to you. I had nothing to offer anybody except my own confusion."

-jack kerouac

gone, away.

resuscitate time, your loosing your mind and your oh so sure of where it's gone. straight down the rabbit hole too places that no one knows, it's going to be sweet like malice. forget about Alice, she is long gone from here and your flat lining as space closes in, magnified thoughts your headed to the incinerator were pretty things burn with a sparkling appeal. beautiful chaos staining my memory and with a savory endeavour i do honor such temptations with addictive paces and grace the air with words that could bring sun to your skies. a universe of possibilities why are you staring at me, don't question my quest i don't need your sympathy, i'm going - i've gone and with these motorized feeling and i'm on my way.

♡

fascination

secrets of your night are keeping you away from him at day. a turntable of sad melodies cooking up the most delicious memories. candy apple encrusted fascinations melting your imagination and allowing it to bend with whatever dress you decide to put on. a destination, undecided. open roads and no assignments. a heart beat fire with the sparks of the most intensified theories, uplifting minds and causing your troubles to be momentarily placed behind. braiding time into a loveable intertwining peace of mind. give peace to my mind. a handy ordeal that could make everything small. a drug addiction for the soul without corrupting your entire time. a movement forward, the night is yours. a blissful hardship that you want all to yourself.

Cheap Bucks.

i'm in the money business, ironically. making money with money. it's a funny little story actually. can money be cheap? typically speaking anything i suppose could look cheap, beneath it's worth, but in the topic of money can it ideally be cheap? i had this women once come into the business, blabbing about travel and her essential needs, now in this business key is to be pleased and just satisfy with the bucks. i was on top of it, i had her talking my ear off and her transactions being processed but before i could bid her safe travel she did a whole 360 and demanded her bills be changed. that her 50 dollar stacks looked "cheap" i thought this was the funniest thing in the world. to determine the cheapness of a good, you must go further then it's face, well that's what i thought.. but this women was glued to the surface and she had no business in the actuality of what the money could do. it wasn't about the purpose or the value in consideration it was all about the face value, she wanted presidents smiling in the perfect hue and she didn't want the tattered corners, they needed to be brand new. but printed just this morning or printed two years before, a 50 is worth 50 - so what in the world kind of worth was she looking for?