we want the awards you take We dream we buy the hypocrisy We dream we want the new days you describe in your speeches The soap box betrays you Twitter. Tweeting. Facebook. Facade. Insta. Instant. Dopamine rush. If you could separate your self from the stage, that would be great. -- but if you're going to make a political statement while accepting an award for your humanity, you might want to think about what your individual actions tell the world about you. Who will listen? Who will ask? Looks like money once more takes the last laugh.
Opulence. "Must be nice."
It's as if
holy work is always in progress By design, lifeless, birth is always in progress By design, the petals of glass shatter in champagne, it's By design, the empty glass leaves open air for for crystal black. It's as if life grows great with divide by design I inhale. You breathe out. Done fighting. Wind up dead. By design, our lungs sputter black past accomplishments, it's By design, we embalm the dreams we see as meaning, we keep them. we keep them.
See you around, space cowboy.
Every word you've
ever heard is a lie, *** to find out Didn't you know there is no eye to eye? with you, your self Some dark part of you confidently starts those fires. Desire and I go way back, close, I've groped their inky caves. Resist desire's lurid scope, so sure, precisely how you're made. Some dark part of you longs to *****, to crawl your ******* veins.
You were awake
when I entered, you're telling me now you've been asleep this whole time? Perfect -- because I have, too Now, you can release me, I'll release you
I'm the disease your poor heart could not pump, process, or purify the tasteless something in the water waste drains exit into your water Put you in duress, the deviant disaster, the master depravity, the agender **** toy, smiling sodomite offered only carnal distress for your innocence, trash for your sacred naivete (but I'm not wrong . am i // am i .)
grind grind grind grind grind
rust rust rust
the first sound of silence since I fed their secret string in secret to the old maw calmly promising deliverance in exchange for cohesion by way of senseless adherence. While I was calm -- While I was calm Silence saliently sailed from me They set their course to the distant edge, so far, the flat Earth anxiously appeared very real, certainly sang and said "Should you continue raising white flags I shall continue blending until you lose the volume and you never hear me." For the first time since the last time, I rode the shallows through the violet night on trembling shadows in low light, in low light in silence I shot a signal flare from my breast, wide to receive the worst solitary reflection Ready to be quiet, invite my vibes to drive in disparate directions
Turn into sweet dreams Took a turn for the worst too Many times (In a row) Absolute nightmare Plant parting lips please Let me go, Let me go, now Seen the saccharine Seen the maudlin What is it like to want the balance in between? Let me tell you: It is obscene What is the difference between us? I'd say it's a full sea at least Whether of stars, whether of water, whether of concrete I know I won't reach you You won't be reached You won't be reached You won't be reached You're gone Absolute nightmare Plant you parting kiss and let me go. and let me go.
Palm Trees and Concrete Mix V2
Happy accident Shyness Flagrance Deeply inspected This notorious Dearth, designed my life So why Not write Why not paint pictures? The donor with the ink The spread recipient Left and stayed The ink that he left fades The fade that he left stains She made the mistake of Looking for love as an anchor Two lovers' worth or lack alike Fabricate their draft designs I'm incomplete, a mess Two lovers' worth or lack alike Fabricate their draft designs A complete mess Best if I reverse design and I publicize notorious dearth as proper opulence
Palm Trees and Concrete Mix V3
It was the first time I saw your eyes
that I saw you smile and say hello It was when I saw you watching through your vertical curtains that my burden fell away It was the first time I returned your curious gaze that I got caught I kind of like it I think, no, know I'll grow accustomed To my acquaintance, freedom I kind of like it If you want a name, I can't say If you want a name, Delirium, Try ecstasy
Palm Trees and Concrete Mix V3
I have a gold tooled chiseled mind of David marble;
pure white interior and a godly glow of smoothness; that tumbles in lush lands of opulence, openness, and awareness