Radical

Slowing down, even in a foggy sty.  There’s an easier way to digest the flooding of insanity . Seems so dark. Though a beautiful night. Claustrophobia and heat,  enough to feel sick. People raging like animalistic zombies. Tired of fear, tired of the coldness, agitation and exhaustion. Can we shine, the black must not 

Destroy our shine. Homoginazation
Is plain homely.

Radical is a lost art. Confusion and craziness has made people lose heart….Authenticty is only a start. Exercise cool and kindness for challenges for now will not stop….radical is a lost art. A true radical has passion and heart.

This lovely one. A peer  with  rosy eyes. Passion beams through her presence. Her helping hands,  spirit footloose and fancy free. She inspires te better sides. Grinding out of love. Expressing for others to  shine.  And still knowing to live the fullest way.  Ways to  shine are different for everyone. Some are quiet others brash, there’s  no one way to exude class.

Radical is a lost art. Confusion and craziness has made people lose heart….Authenticty is only a start. Exercise cool and kindness for challenges for now will not stop….radical is a lost art. A true radical has passion and heart. 

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Redux

It’s wild. How here we are, awaiting the sun to sink back into it’s crevase, to be refreshed a bit the next day. Even scarred with cloudiness. Still better than what you can ask on a crisp, Autumn day. Dealing with drama like Brando I’m his prime. A family member blows my mind, negativity and anger seem to fuel their  soul. Not satisfied,  and over alert , their lack of peace inserts into mine.

Redux…….wanna start all over and try something new..a moment where none.of could burn my eyes.

Scared and hurt in sacred ways. How many quirks and conversations are gateways to a different mood? Never want to hurt or be invasive to anyone. Personal feels are never an excuse, even though and I’m thankful I’ve never crossed the worst lines. I see myself, but it doesn’t matter. Do you see others as well, your impact matters. Use  your platfoem…..im sorry may be the two most painful but yet most healing words.  No one’s an angel ..the  here and now matters most…..do your best cleanse your soul. Wanna visit that park hidden between the bases. Apples growing, the smell of sweet sand. Sunshine soaking in the skin. Just classes and nature, television and conversations. Friends and family.

Redux…….wanna start all over and try something new..a moment where none.of could burn my eyes. Apologize and pray and say thanks. That some of the harshest minds have not fully absorbed yours. Live it and love it, and go into action so much to explore…redux…

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Alleviation 

Brain is alive, in some ways barely. Lifelong food abuse, leaves me feeling clogged and foggy. But It is what it is, all too cold. A million and one ways to sell your soul. It’s always pleasure at first,  whatever your choice of sin, a burst of energy feeling like the high life every second sexier than midnight.  Then hospital bills, body chills, family resents you, and list of regrets grows higher and higher.

No chorus tonight, don’t wanna bore you with fake panache and empty sights. Wish I could have a clear mind. A natural incline, to soak up life and automatically get high. Painting the town is a dream, a vision I often explore. Living as vanguard with love for goodness, love for adventure .  Compadres and I traveling the Washington state highways, helping the homeless on a new lease of life.  Boosting confidence in the  disenfranchised and burning away all pain and shame. No worries about stays, who’s the best? Class, race? Age? Rich? poor? Cancer or war, drug abuse, no use. Who’s doing karaokee? I’m down tonight.  Pictures of the Pacific coast highway or a cool view of the barrier reef, let those  imaginations fly, without perversion. Alleviation is a revelation…..spread this peace to each person and  nation. Caio, for now.

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The Internet Is Life

Wannabe a guy who’s free wanna fulfill every fantasy.  Strangely it’s all down to niche. Feeling out of touch. Here’s a place where you can be outer space. Bland to braveau too real to see. Another face to star of your own stage and screen and no one is too nice or too mean, think tank central….oh so unique.

The internet is life, all right. It’s life, and it gives zest to a blight,  known as a missing image . Your self is lacking but numbers are racking . The internet is life. All right….life, life, the interweb is life. Life, life, this cyber tonight feels so right.

Can  barely cross the street, conversations in flesh completely feel. But who cares? Now a superstar with the flashiest of airs. The cool is brand new to you. Not sure you know some of your fans deep down see you as a fool. Always gotta throw around your view because your points are special. Isn’t that contrary to what you’ve preached all your life? Now you’re obsessed with being fly and being  right.  Someone calls you out, you wanna fight. Tantrums and name calling, are appalling. Those people you are trolling….never  know how their days are away from your fish bowl. Harassment of women trying to get along. The struggles of anyone looking for a fair shake in a corportized, privatized, soulless affair. Children today are blamed for the system’s present condition. Oh, you’re too hooked on cyber dope to care.

The internet is life, all right. It’s life, and it gives zest to a blight,  known as a missing image . Your self is lacking but numbers are racking . The internet is life. All right….life, life, the interweb is life. Life, life, this cyber tonight feels so right.

Rent is overdue.  Spies you’ve irked along the way  looking to unravel your fairy tales. Who do you love? Not sure it’s even you. A broken life and all alone, forgotten your foundation and moral codes.

Cause
The internet is life, all right. It’s life, and it gives zest to a blight,  known as a missing image . Your self is lacking but numbers are racking . The internet is life. All right….life, life, the interweb is life. Life, life, this cyber tonight feels so right.

The internet is life, all right. It’s life, and it gives zest to a blight,  known as a missing image . Your self is lacking but numbers are racking . The internet is life. All right….life, life, the interweb is life. Life, life, this cyber tonight feels so right.

*whispers to fade* life, life, can’t believe. Don’t  want to believe, this is now your life. Life…Life.

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Randomly

Randomly, randomly, randomly. Seeing the moody stylings of people out of harmony. One minute playing spades and enjoying scenery. Next being driven up the river by friends who family who aren’t quite sure how to carry true affairs by setting their minds free.
Wish I could go back a ways and replenish the innocence of a babe. The current ones got s o much hell everyday. Feel bad thwy don’t even get the joy of that new album of their favorite stars on a special Tiesday, reading linear notes of thanks your and such. The outfits super keen. A uniting concert or camping out a weekend with friends..the worst to happen would be bug bites or mom and dad a bit testy for pushing their luck again. 
Attitudes can get stinky, Iapoligize I love to win……enbasrassent isn’t my binge, fits larger than an infant’s . No wonder I find myself,  feeling solo. Cavalier,  jamming from a chandelier is how I imagine my best

. Love it when friends and fam tone down the starry ambitions

…one can suffocate too long in the clouds. Conversations with ones so sweet. How good one performs isn’t as true as how they hold their values. Looking good is a state of mind .  The package is overrated anywY. The lessons from God and the warmth of those who care  even tho  languid conversation. Randomly, saying randomly don’t take everything too seriously. Butt of a joke, who cares? It happensé we need to  enjoy the growth, the experience the jewels our creator  gave for us on this earth . Trivial things and mistakes are not to be Harper on, don’t give power to this dark scene. 

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Funky Melody

Sometimes the songs that we sing aren’t super sweet. Sometimes the lyrics and choruses are  far below any type of best. Sometimes our themes, are too obscene, to hold a meaning. So resort to scheming. So damn demeaning.

To be honest i think I’ll.pass on your funky melody.  Sounds great at first, but chance after chance. This tune turns rancid like advanced kimchee.

Like an old shoe it’s comfy to stay in line. Complain and pursue sympathy for these crimes of emotion think we’re gonna win a Grammy? Knowing my mind is foggy. I know, when it’s over,  a harsh understanding .

To be honest i think I’ll.pass on your funky melody.  Sounds great at first, but chance after chance. This tune turns rancid like advanced kimchee.

Weakened by the call made to my tastebuds .  Seasoned more resonastely, by grief, guilt and pride. Fantasizing about being intoxicated undercover. Easiest way to avoid being consumed from inside out.

To be honest i think I’ll.pass on your funky melody.  Sounds great at first, but chance after chance. This tune turns rancid like advanced kimchee. 

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Perceived Reality 

Really interesting that in this space and time we are living; with insecurities and impurities. Conditioning, too limiting. This notion that we have to had prestige to be believed.  Your IS technically just under the digit of 3, meaningful do not deserve to be set free. Skills kinda sketchy, but the zest is perky and lovely. Still staying starry eyed. Let’s go skating lakeside. A live band or djs,  make it an open invitation.  Dance our troubles away, bring the tykes too. No celebration,  just need to teach there isn’t supposed to be ugliness day after day. Or any day at all really.

Tired of all the drama and withdrawls, and stalls or a lifetime. Judging one another while Skeletor is living rent free in your backstage; where are your passes. As someone told me a few times, you’re only as sick as your secrets. So is it courage that you’re seeking? Hopefully not attention.  Ah damn, these fruit chews are driving me all the way nuts tonight.  I’ll send my thoughts and prayers….and back it up with action. Cash me baby……….but It’s cold outside.

All this talk about creamsicle boy and rocket man. Rather rock it with some old school metal bands. And no, my choices don’t say I’m trying to  be white. Any more than a woman dressing in funky clothes is asking to be disrespected . These critics view us as rejected. A badge of honour if you ask me. Don’t be triggered preconceived notions.  Don’t shrink because things are nowhere near ideal………….

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