…518

Dancing in the middle of the street
…with a song on repeat
Rhythmic movement tripping over my own feet
I escape…

The sounds of the cars don’t pollute my mind
In fact at this moment in time
I’m free

Arms spread wide spinning in circles with my eyes closed
Seeing things unseen I conquered the theory of time fold
My souls old

“It seems, as one becomes older,
That the past has another pattern,
and ceases to be a mere sequence…”
Or a trance, non happenstance…
So im in the present partnered
with dance

…518

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Cracked Crayola

Cracked Crayola

Broken Crayons and blank canvases
formula for the colors
yet I don’t know what the answer is

Masterpieces from disasters, no sharpener on the box
using the brown backend to outline the jagged rocks

Lightly shading clouds with the unraveled paper of blue
dreaming of being with the picture cuz it’s a better view

Bright sun rays set a blaze for a scene that looks mellow
outlined my shine with dull reds crumbled yellows

Envisioned with smiles though it looks sharp and mean
all my blades of grass are the same color green

And the recked rec center field appears to be Wales mountain Blorenge
so I sketch it on out with my half pieces of orange

There’s people all around staring at what I’m wearing
while trying to discover…
…My suit it’s purple got it at Shoppers World with my mother
with my black penny loafer they were hand me downs from my brother

Broken Crayons and blank canvases
formula for the colors
yet I don’t know what the answer is

I draw what I see and it’s never what it appears
there has to be more than 7mile
man I gotta get outta here

Couldn’t complain that my hand wasn’t the same
it was awkward like being 10 times the size of your nickname
Let them have their 24
you take that 8
with the right frame of mind your image will still be great

Lifes ups and downs all comes with the mixture
take whatever colors you have and make the perfect picture

Cracked Crayola

67 Days in Alaska (Psalm 30:5)

read my devotional today
it said the sun was on the way
weeping may endure for a night
but everything will be ok

so young boy just hold on tight
the darkness cant survive the light
just cuz they’re wrong don’t mean you’re right
life’s a battle you have to fight

…but why,
your purpose of life is not to die
fulfilling your destiny is life’s mystery why lie
while mingling through the millennium you’ve missed your chance to fly
ith every breath of forgiveness in your lungs He’s begging you to try…just try

do all that you can and with everything you can you do
so empty out your spirit and God will do the rest for you
timeliness is God’s decide so your patience must be trust
for if your seed was over anxious for the harvest would you ever enjoy the fruit

Yes the time seems endless and you were once seen fearless
I need you to hear this…

plant your feet firm in the wild
…don’t you run child

it’s been dim for a while
can’t see the shine for some miles

but the rays will arise
bright as bold look alive

if you’re resting in your demise
read Psalm 30:5

Let’s Fuck the World Up

Let’s Fuck the World Up
whirlwinds create tornadoes that invite hurricanes to destroy the terrain
that tectonic shift of her innocence that was stolen with a simple kiss
Bribed her tsunami just to see what was at stake
Leveled the playing field with an earthquake
Heat advisory melted the blizzard to calm her quiet storm
But the ice chilled the moment as the earth got warm

Let this natural disaster master reach 10 on your richter scale
The magnitude of this energy has been caged in a cell
Asked if I had a raincoat, hard hat and umbrella I reply..yup
She scratched my back as I pulled her hair saying
Let’s fuck the world up

like heroin when it hit her veins she took more of me to numb the pain
But don’t get addicted to this cocaine
She gets me high screaming Mary Jane Like my name was Rick James
Tremble slow as blood shoots to the brain
pill popping forgot how many to take
No more then two of me for this headache
Wine for her but cognac is what I chose
Empty baggies, valves and bottles

Beggin for a hit please yea just a lil bit
but I served up a double dose of this concoction
to feed her needs as we taped it all as fiends watching
So I put more in my cup
She scratched my back as I pulled her hair saying
Let’s fuck this world up

I asked what explosive she whispered slowly dynamite
TNT to this EMP as as we exploded effortlessly
I’m fragged out from her stun grenade seeing heaven from those stun rays
As she took head shots from my pistol
I RPG’d her missile
Playing truth dare she set off my clay more so I placed her there
Ticking time bomb anxious to blow so
Timely I pulled the pin and let go

We carry weapons like special tools
Equipped to use and such
She scratched my back as I pulled her hair saying
Let’s fuck the world up

unison feels built on nuclear fields combining of nuclei to make a fusion that is real
Thrills send chills down the audience of us, while terrorist would complain this is unjust
Hiroshima as your a-bomb tears down the building or Katrina as your levy breaks cuz you sprung a leak from dripping
As the flood happens I row my boat navigating the waves with every stroke
Digging deep towards that water fall
sink the titanic through ocean walls
Feeling like the king of the world as i take my last breath
I brush my fingertips over the curves of your hips
The moment consumes both of whom engaged in this room
Lasts forever but ends to soon

German think tanks full of minds that’s great
Willing to create just 1 more mistake
Out of pure lust or luck
She scratched my back as I pulled her hair saying
Let’s fuck the world up