Corduroy Bucket Hat,
Correspond too that
The core to your heart
A pond
Stop skipping that
Shade around your
eyes
Keep in mind the light
in your optics
Know that the op-s-tic
Tock that got the sky
limiters chattin’ pishposh
Then pour your sun out
through the sourdough clouds
Imagine the bucket hat
Capturing all that
Static starch sound
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My view of an old love song

They don't want me too be the same
They want me to color them
But I would draw them in grey
Outline as deep as the shade of black
Light we see in deep color, we're high measured in
With all the paint
Curves filling in tight spaces
Eyes can determine purpose
I don't have to color me
I don't have to color me
I'm in the same
I'm in the same
Plane I was drawing on
Boxes connecting grids
Checks but with what in the ink
Green is looking a lot of funny
Given is a grade of dark yellow
To sit in the shade wallowing in an out
Enjoying bitter and sweetness
I'm in the same kind of mind
I'm in the same kind of mind
Color all on the walls
Vivid even in the void of the blind
Sketches of foot wears bringing buries
Tripping off baby blues takes us back to the distant
Life graduates into darker shades
Into falling from darker beings
Being neutral is normal
I'm insane
I'm insane

Still no Hue

Moons watch me
Phases shift me
A wave bring me into existence
Show me the ways to the shore
Let me finally listen to the peace of the storm

The juices you know you’re sipping
The mango peach goodness
******* these fruits
Tasting their sweetness
Drinking the sugars
Drowning in the flavoring

Yellow in the cup
Yellow in the eyes
Enjoying the dancing
Reaping the benefits of your fruit
Slipping in extra flavor to drown in it

Make a man go crazy over a peachy princess
But the juice in the golden holy grail
Is the truth of planting seeds in the soil
A fruitful soul can grow
But keeping the poison will put you below

Blueberry eyes baby
I'm swimming in the Fiji
With money in the iris
Making these blue and greens collide

Love
The energy it produces
Aisles for looking for a pair
Of eyes to feel the heal
But
The bandages over the heart
Decorate the office with a ray
The device tells me that sunflowers I should pay for
Save those roses, the pedals will grow in gray
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Every eye gives me a side for inside
Each piece divided by parts your senses speak
for now my soul is pulled apart
Different car can drift it apart
Cassette deck just to reverse the tape back
Hood locks just to perpetuate
This steering wheel might roll off at this rate
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I stumbled home
Living in gray
Hearts open
A lot of shots to take
But I grab everyone
Of those fragments that break
the soul that pays the drift toll
Told of the stories of a wasted saved soul
But the heart rays can’t bandage the sunflowers that will lay
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The air that bounds love is very limited
But the feelings all have no boundaries

The sweet can turn sour
I can tell from the apple core
Because you all are staring through your apple
Take a bite you just might lose your control

The jeans seem to be clean
The tone I bring is dark washed
My shyness is bleached
I keep thinking of spin cycles
Acid wash anything I can dream
Just a tab to expand what is loaded
Psychedelic and kaleidoscopic hues
Painting with a vivid open minded view
Let the universe hypnotize me
The spin cycle I keep thinking about
My decision to surf on a wave
Will it bring me tripped out pain
Stuck in the intertwining of space
Stuck between experience and entrapment
Acid wash me into a different color
Or drown me into a world I’m not ready for
Acid wash color me away

I’ve been backstabbed
I’ve been backhanded
I’ve been backflipping money
I've been backtracking destiny
I’ve been backed into a corner
I’ve been brought back
I’ve been traveling backroads
I’ve been treated with the backlash
I’ve been left alone with no backups
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They’ve told me to backdown
I’m back on the ground
Dugout deep in their backyard
But I learn from the backwards
See me now in my new backdrop
I’m working harder then ever, I can’t feel the backache
They want me to backup but my moves don’t backtrack
So they now pull out a gun out of their backpack
They’re here to take me out back
But this time I’m standing up, I now have a backbone
So I fire back

I let the moon wave
I’m made of 70% water
So I let my fire breathe
My soul is fuming
My eyes keep watering
My mood is trying to make believe a view
30 days waiting for a full moon
I’m faced with a mirror
And I’m waving
Take me away
I want to be surrounded by light
I want to be like you
Wave me in the direction
I want the sun to shine off of me
High tide, low tide
Viewing
The balance
In the phases
These waves are wide

The halo of my thought
The beam of my heart
The safety of my soul
Transformation my existence
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My favorite object in the universe
Is accompanied by the light of the sun
The sea welcomes both lights as to be one
The ocean dances, waving back to me
The moon holds the essence of me sinking
There are four lights in one passing image
A breathless air of escape is brought here
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When the light goes out, I want to be here
When the light goes out, I want the soul of the bulb to change
When the light goes out, I want the sea to blink
When the light goes out, I want the feeling of the sun to welcome the rest of the three
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The halo of the beam reflects the safety of the existence in the ships to be exactly like the light housed in...

Ignore what I’m doing
It’s raining
And the old man is drunk
And swerving
The road is slipping
I’m gripping the handles
The headlights in front
Keep swaying
I want to look out the sunroof
But now I’m going through the windshield
The street light is my curtain call
I can no longer hear
The soft rain
Acts as a blanket
To my ending

My pen is bending
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My eyes are blind
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When my lights dim
The clips break
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I’m struggling  
Too hold everything together
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My sky view shows a pilot twist
The sunset spirals while my flight dies
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I see the windshield break
But I believe a blank canvas can still blink
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I’m suffering
Too keep my passion from being passed on
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•The one way spilts my paper into gray•
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The love of life
Drifts away
While my
Bullets create
Turns of O-pens
Circling back around
Too the plot of sunrises
The light begins a new trip
The wind brings back the shattered pieces
The glass is finally made to be seen through
And I start to see outside the review

You’re looking for a clean needle in a hay sack
While I’m searching for answers in a pile of nails

Only you can be you
For many of you
Do not know of you
Live do it now for you
Or
Life
Might
Not
Be
For
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Being You

Anytime I start looking up
Is usually when things start rolling down

Run
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Hues

I swear,
To be anything more then a continuation from this peer I've newly appeared from
I swear,
When the weather is cold and my heart can not seem to bear I'll no longer have a clear care here
I swear,
To God in my prayers that one day I shall resist the temps that be out there
I swear,
Everyone looks because the profundity calls in for all the curses
I swear,
Switching ears wont help you hear the outcomes of others pain in fear
I swear,
On a grave that life is tempting me but the grass hasn't grown there
I swear,
When I lose it all I'm going to make sure you go down a tear
I swear,
To be buried alive for decades with you and holding onto to last thing we shared, air

You better stop it
Something unexpected
Might just end up injuring you
A press in a step
A footprint permanently stained
Might just end up with things railing off
You better stop it
Look what you’re doing to me
My drive is alluding your well being
You’re on my ***
Ready to backstab me
I’m not driving for revenge
You better rearrange your lane
Because if you don’t I’ll check you
You better stop it
Driving me crazy

I’ve been smoking a lot more
I’ve been drinking a lot less
Which is better or worse
******* how about you mind your own business

Looking back doesn't cure curved spines
Cords vibrating our brain, purifying the signs
Keeping us blind, the red and blue states
To mix purple hearts, sent out to the red that poured out
Too the blues of the family
Makeshift mutants betrayed by the military
Makes ****** thoughts sit into reality
Bullets in the states of minds
Each fragment defines what we believe
Country try's to count on its people
Just to color them on the floors
Sweep them up and tell them
Their purpose is purple
Well I'm inserting myself
Spray painting on these walls
Graffiti is played in the eyes aimed  
With dying with them in their name

Decay in Spring

Bring May flowers
For the showers that have poured
Bring the colors
For the gray can’t happen anymore
The clouds covering the light that sores
Rise the roses covered in thorns
Love sharing the same color as the devils horns
So the beauty in April showers jokes on the May with flowers
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Spring with flowers on the floor
Stones engraved with rain drops from those that have loved
As the soil folds the soul
The dirt places bouquets for the love to explore
Decay in the Spring blooms recovered colors that the light shall bring

I’m looking at life as a sphere
The easel escapes what’s boxed in
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These eyes all have their own view
These squares just try to mirror
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The birds keep calling my name
The soul in me just ignores
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Imagine them as squirrels
Easy but never to ****
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The flowers I’ve been growing
Show that the soil is the one that’s really richer
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A masterpiece is all I’ll ever chase
Until then I’ll reach for the skies that color all around

On the ride of our lives
There’s no reason for switching sides of the lines
Her eyes steer me on a dash boredom trip
Her feet on the dash when we are crossing boarders
Love in the air and we’re breathing in exhaust
Road trips planned out to a double crossing
Set fire to the bond for the gears couldn’t shift
Her eyes grew for another
While mine lost their tint
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Bridges burned was well worth the visit
The cars totaled can never amount to this kind of freedom
The trust merged within a group to shoot down a smile
These miles rolled are now thrown down the scrap yard
I had to scrape myself off of a window
Everybody looking through me, clearly a loser
So I’ve set a fire in my pathfinder
Everyone found a way out of the tolls
The evol plugged in the love was found in the start of the spark
Sticks and stones were thrown to cut me off
I’ve pulled over too much
Stepped out to check out the view too much
The love we had was looking too lonely
Do not enters in both one ways of a love light
Now I’m in the street swerving and nothing is stopping me from crashing
Wall bangs from the side panels we now share from the past pictures on mirror panels
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Hanging off the sunroof
I just need to see a little light
Gas pedal grasping the air
Destiny holds evil and fear
I’m holding the steering wheel
Driving drunk asking for trouble from a 2seater
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You’re trapped in love
I’m trapped in a lx
The ride boxes us both in
There’s fire in both our outlines
Yet I’m the one slowly dying
Check the light of my heart line

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I'm coloring in these tensiles
Shapes test patterns to sell
Instead I'm constructing a new formation
My mentality blending in with my insanity
Painting in pain so the light spilt into the paint
Running deep blue waters while yellow splashes in with the compassion
Bubbles piling up to pop at the surface to serve my dying face
A boat bought sinks with beautiful daffodils as poetry
Separates the ink from the words
Colors distorted from the canvas
As I emerge the sky is now mine
All these patterns I've gained
Become my whole page
Tell a scope because my view is far out
Tessellated picture is now draped as my soul
Proceed my figure and we both shall see the sea shells
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•Blind love•
We can never tell if it’s there
We stare at the moon
Till it becomes eternal flame
We blame it on our eyes
For the time we have stained
Our memories blend in
Stories become entertainment
Our breath is then shared in mint
The galaxies become our escape
The air tamed tapes our bodies into flames
We can no longer see except for our souls that run away into the dark to find stars that then burn into beautiful light lovely blue surrounded by cupids clouds
The Night & Day
•Binds our love•

Dumping my heart into dreams I would love to see if they are trying to **** me
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The fuel that’s keeping me going can spark up a hood, in gulf the steer into flames
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Distributor rings pop and all I have is a hand full of hopes and new spring days
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But the deep blue paint chipped off the sea now rotates away from the rear view
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Purple projects a new drive burnt into the ground from the heat of hell from the six feet we stand apart
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My eyes peel back to to a blue face being a frame for just numbers and cloud chasing
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So I place it in gear and then push fear into the mirror spreading orange and red solar flares in the headlights guiding the purple blue skies that backdrop the tracing rear lights of the fear in the past of our lifes

I have a problem with paranoia
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My phone buzzes but it’s just a ghost
My phone rings but that’s just me thinking
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Driving fast made me feel more free then being in my own room
I’m being watched at home base
Someone is out here for another backstab
I’ve already lost my vibrance
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My peace has been disturbed
I’m rolling off the road
I can no longer go home
I’m rolling off the road
I can no longer quiet my conscious down
I’m hitting the rail
I’m rolling off of a dream
I’ve failed and there’s no more believing

Blue iris I eye down
Green paper appearing all around
Red muse muting everything blown
Yellow flowers grown swinging with the sound
The hues are soothing
But the gray gravity brings me too a down reality
A pallet mixed in with neutral tones and anxiety thrown
Trying to paint a vivid escape in between the sketches of our complexion  
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confused with the city baby blu

I look at the past
I plunge into a crash
The waves of this bed
Has migrated my migraines
My brain wants love to fall
But the dark gray rain hangs
Then the blue paints my attitude
My heart beat keeps me moving on
But my soul bare to weep can't let the storm clear past

Nobody nowhere
Nobody nowhere
Nobody nowhere
Nobody nowhere
Nobody nowhere wants the bullet holes

Walls break apart and pictures fall
A dot in line for a thought
But the void was popped
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Sphere as placement for fear
A slot in the center in-between
Eyes glow yellow
Nobody nowhere
Wants to be that devil

JUST DON'T LOVE what you do around you,
LOVE YOU for yourself too,

I’m sorry if I can’t hold onto reality
My mind slips and displays colorful escapes
Some are painted red
The others drip down in blue
My eyes remain to you a blankless hue
My name can’t even awaken my mood
Trapped in a prismatic glass waiting for the light to polarize me
Both sides get the grip of a lilac view
The whole world is told to be a blank canvas
But the gravity of gray contrasts something different into the others actuality view
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Please find me a hue

The architect of the universe
Acts a little sketchy
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We speak on our 60 waves movement
The other 40 percent we tell is all struggle
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Infinity shares its rip tides
Star light ties down wishfulness
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Night life and sun light
Body watering our drive to continue
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Soul brought to you by love
Free will lines our aerial focus
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Sinning and singing it all out
Hope sends these sonics out to our universe
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Circling around our desires in our designed contentment
To living freely to only die just to wake up to infinity

What you want
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The wealth of worth
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Your health, take care of your self
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Love that can glow for ourselves
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High measures for your dreams
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May they act clean
Following through harmonies
Singing Soul is what I dream
But I’m aiming too close @ the Saran Wrap

The love is drowning
But I'm seeing through the sea
Breathing in the death
Staring straight through the ripple
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The love is consuming
But I'm living through the ingest
The toxicity in the belly swallowed
Sits till the **** makes its way out

Paint me in the rain
Put me falling to your rein
A beautiful Queen poured over me
I have fallen in the rain
Dark skies and a pretty smile
Sharp swords and a merciless shame
Blue drops pick me up
Make me a King to bring a voice
I want to sing but I have fallen to the Queen
I have no choice but to give everything I dream to the Queen