My mind is filled with silvery stars
Musical staves and boulevards
Emerald green on silver-gilt
In every word and every note
Speak to me flat or sharp
The sublime, it becomes art
I’m not in the mood for sleep now
Oh, maybe a lil’ LOL
The bright fluorescent in my room
I’ll do my best. I might have known
Patterned pavements. Royal Palms
Mosaics and boulevards
Hell yeah, I’m so effing psyched
Band of flowers captures the light
I can’t fight this anymore
Finished, I have to move forward
Speak to me flat or sharp
Music. Why don’t you start?
Murdered and killed. On the rise
The blame. How many die?
Speak out. Change of conduct
Teen gangs. That’s ***ed up.
Hip Hop. Hidden signs.
Alarming images, pics
This isn’t Cinemax
Hello anyone. hello are you?
I don’t believe it, but it’s true.
Young, cute and slightly mad
Your portrait. Who painted that?
Uber awesome and also fab
Tends to be a total slack job
Outside, went on a wee walk
Hanging around legendary folk
Captive of tonight’s celebration
Go. There will be hours of fun!
Won’t work out for some reason
Sudden change, as I perceive it
Disappeared just like magic
Because you like to be inactive
He walks past me in the street
I hardly believe
Blue eyes and a girls face
In that long gaze
So I say this
This miracle alone
The more the unknown
Away from the light
Ushering in the night
Like pieces of a spiral
He seemed to smile
Autumn winds blown
And vineyards slope
I am the one you see
Into the private room
Painted as bright as the galaxy
Hear the harmony
Again it all began…
What lies in the waves?
Of hearts that break?
We avoided each others gaze
After that outside with him in the yard
In the flow of the story…
Would last throughout eternity
Kissed him random on the lips
In front of the moon a silhouette
A slow arpeggio
We lay in the shadow
Asking, who is it?
Believe my tears…
Half in light, half in shadow
The morning was gray
Hardened like clay, I hesitate…
In the wildwoods
And fruit trees
A more mystical plane
Birds twittered and sang
Read what is here
Believe my tears
People with cellphones, city sophisticates
Activists, rednecks and the skeptics
People who drive fast and tailgaters
And those who stop walking on escalators
You who rev engines at red lights
Then squeal off for a wild night
With stereos so loud my car vibrates
Playin’ shyt won’t stop, hip-hop, aight?
Motorbike guys they give me a fright
Vegetarians, homophobics I despise
Trendy people, obnoxious store owners
And ugly babies, would you do me a favor?
Bling bling “what’s your problem” yobbos
Prima donna, anarchists and Bono
Those who say they’re out of cigarettes
And worst of all it brings success
People who like little wayne
Cosplayers dressed like a video game
Are you that person of who I think?
Little angels turned out to be deviants
Gucci belt, Fendi scarf, Obama t? Check
Possessed by a spirit c’est fantastique
…If you shop at Woodbury Commons
I hate everyone tbh