Intuition Love Ballistic
Seasons greetings leaving peacefully reaping schemes from thieving fiends.
Reading means Im reaching clean.
Clear for my landing.
Balloons and candy.
Dancing brains and love is handy.
Eyes and curls and worlds colliding.
Coallision tied realizing rising.
Providing hope to pesimisstic’s, crying joy so realistic.
Intuition love ballistic.
Constantly Searching Cause Answers Are Lurking.
Finding my refined endeavor.
Finding ways to live forever.
Blinded by the rules and pressure.
Inspired by the wine and weather.
Refining my designed endeavor.
Flying high with freedom feathers.
Binding minds to live together.
Finding time to live forever.
On the final leg of my journey, I am reflective.
Poisoned by home I proceed to relinquish my fear of the unknown.
If I never left a place I would surely miss, I would only miss the places place to exist.
Enduring goodbyes, embracing hellos, forever a creature of the road.
A princess waits for me.
Whether victims of fate or animals of circumstance, we are souls connected.
Introspective, intentions eccentric.
Relenting many mental defenses.
Evening crowns of now.
a learner serving purpose living lost alone attempting lifting.
The everything tour.
Revoking nonsense dividing the injured and holding a conference.
Together in blue under unified gray trading regrets under darkness of day.
Dealing with pain.
Riding the tides.
Ignoring the rain.
Deserted by most.
A need to adjust.
All left on empty.
A nation of us.
Under conditions of thoughtfulness.
Wishing. Casting through miracle fishing.
Eager to conquer legal existence.
Reason filled with evil persistence.
She used to be a wide eyed dreamer.
She has since graduated to the painful chase for enlightenment.
Living the believe.
Bleeding even stream.
Needing confirmation for the constant declaration of ideals that gain creation based on vital information.
Inconvenient truths can hang our senses on obtuse.
Dangling all our juice consumed by too much drank to use.
Internal abuse set loose in journey riddled minds.
Perceiving all the truth to be the feelings sliding by.
Communal existence with shifting renditions.
Wheels wheeling motion with differences lifted.
Simply animals collabing abstractness.
Built from persistence and realized ambitions.
A moment to myself to put the roses on the shelf.
If breathing still persists I have so much reason in me left.
I guess Im full of heart that simply cant defend from theft.
A piece goes here.
A piece goes there.
It seems Im fairly broken.
A need thats rarely spoken.
What is this pain I feel when wounds heal.
When other suffering is suffering thats real.
Comparing worlds: a comparison to resist.
Amidst this establishment. The empty still exists.
Scared little mice running frightened from dice.
Broken by hazards and past recollections.
Living was easy without the deception.
Although we are beings who see all we miss.
We wonder if ignorance may be our bliss.
Concerned with words like dream and purpose.
Love is lurking.
Hate is worthless.
Together we rise.
Above the surface.
Family ties to widen eyes driving where all others hide.
Rain on me with my screaming eyes.
Break my brain to compromise.
Rain on me with your screaming thighs.
Willing filling milling aimless.
Feeling waves decisions shameless.
Undertoe of undergarments grabbing hold of hungry artists.
Haunting curves in perfect verbs shining eyes and loss of words.
Kneeling stealing feeling giving.
Their beauty makes this life worth living.
My brother lives.
I walk for him.
He keeps me chasing aspirations.
Embracing and racing for inspiration.
We grabbed the world and spun it free.
I hope that he is proud of me.
How weak knees get.
Braid and ring and ear ear grin. A beauty within the everything.
Process stopping. Inking, dropping.
Hopping thought to thought and broccoli.
Breathing reasons seem so easy.
Listen if you hate the system.
Crushed and used us all excluded.
Revolution. All inclusive.
There are events happening right before our eyes that we are unable to prevent. The most we can do is shake people awake. Invite them to join the revolution. Unite hands to breathe solution.
Jealousy is a horrible emotion. It seems impossible to remove it from our lives. How can we feel such comfort in actions, that when reciprocated, steal the air from our lungs?
Simply fantastical. We are all caught up in projecting life as a fantasy? Get out while you still can? Theories and statistics. Concepts and arrogant judgements based on literary knowledge. Feeling is where I reside. If my fantastical projections allow my love to grow, then I am glad Im a fucking artist.
In the destruction of love I find hate. The disregard crushes my belief. My everyday’s are left out of balance hanging high from the clouds fragile as my head is made of glass. Waiting to be shattered by the faded jaded melting club. Disintegrated hurtful tricks. Calculations make me sick. Version of me dripping with proudness turned a version that seems so clouded without it. Perhaps it is elevation. Lack of education. Or perhaps I am blinded by words and the verbs that unite in my souls celebration.
Hateful tones and shaken bones.
Hurtful living life alone.
Its dangerous walking on clouds.
How quickly they fall from beneath our feet.
It is a choice.
To endure pain.
To grab ahold of the darkness in order to allow another to see the light.
Perhaps it is inevitable.