how to decorate your soul; these mundane things
letters on sheared bark, it's all made from.

kiss retract on an altered will
resolute dissonance
thief thief thief thief
a lighthouse in an oceanic expanse of stars
or green.

streetscape
landed on the mourning sun,
it's all made from.

mountainous crystal celestial harmony
crash your imposition, indescretion against
stolen rise above
conglomoration...

realize youre stellar
float above..

i will try again now.


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myself is sculptor of
your body’s idiom:
the musician of your wrists;
the poet who is afraid
only to mistranslate
a rhythm in your hair...
-E.E. Cummings

How you expect us to read when ur blowin ME kisses?

Huh?!

Intoxication, my voicebox rocks the nation
Sweet affiliation, the Doe Or Die situation - Az

kiss retract on an altered will
resolute dissonance
thief thief thief thief
a lighthouse in an oceanic expanse of stars
or green.

This was tight, haha i was distracted by the lips too, specially cause they were right next to the word kiss but anyway I enjoyed this, imaginative, solid piece.

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"Every Golden Age is as much an act of disregard as it is of felicity."

runnin up on the soiree, ain't even tryn to make a good impression, yall
in the bathroom snortin cocaine or maybe a little adderall
drinkin hard whiskey, you know that's me
whisky be ol'eyrish for "water of life"
And I'm bustin out that bathroom like I was redy for ev'ry strife

I see all these kids frontin cheese
singin wack do re mis to the ladies
maybe they got more stack'n me, but I got country
I live out here, we need people out here
y'all hear me kids? we best oughta get out here
unless you wanna wait under that eye
that's just history, not real-like lie
fuck that guy
it be like projection on a movie screen, not green
just an image of an eye lookin back on yall
ev'ry nowenden we get some cats to bubble up, take the eye on
they come back with psychic/chem surgery, down to the ion
recognize it holy terror, whatever your death be is the icon
how yall know from right wrong?

an I still be hi as hell
kno dere's 5 mins until the tree fell
and i want more of that COKE?

I be like more on morel mushrooms
portabella stacks boom
like I only fly zoom
that's the real

gave up coke and I don't even miss it
seen so much that it did, know it aint worth the novacain kisses
full newport kisses
resist it, it's trap shit, that's 5th grada math shit
c`oke is da fake shit



and in the meanwhile, my babies knit...

christ

just thought i'd rhyme about coke

brilliance.

I came hungry and left fed.

http://worthwatering.blogspot.com
Can it be I stayed away too long?/
Did I leave your mind when I was gone?/
It's not my thing trying to get back/
But this time let me tell you where I'm at-- Jackson Five