It's the golden years

You sit well in my mind, jump well in my heart

we're a kangaroo party until we greet the sun goodnight

fall in love with one another for the moment, hello stranger

say hello to my soul, it's coming out this time around

drop my shy to the floor and greet Spaniards with kisses throughout lovely summer days

Mr. Moon, you're looking pretty tonight

everybody and everything turns into my best friend

I take a picture in my mind because i know I'm going to look back

and wonder what ever happened to what we were

There are somethings that won't ever change

we all still wake up with the ocean in our pockets

and leave our trails of sand in each others beds

Burn memories into my mind, lovely

we're not young forever

Work the mind, my way.

Political pigs, political pigs, I'm interested in people and what makes them kick. There is no rational reason, "he's just the devil himself" or is that just what society made him? Guinea pig, come here and take a sip of education. Filter the mind by starting in the rooms-how about age five? My school reminds me of a cult and i fucking hate it. I'm not even Catholic. Are you working the mind or just brainwashing? I can play games too, but instead I'll just hold my girlfriends hand because i can. Sister, is that okay with you? Tension towers over the both of us, but mines not from lack of attention between the sheets. Unfortunately, i can't burn the words you've read from you head, but i can give you a colored moving image of what make your blood boil, your cheeks red, and you eyes flutter from you disgust, every single day. Remember not to lose your inside voice, we're trying to learn. Give me a few years and I'll show you just what you learn at a fucking Catholic school, but until then, don't hesitate to drop the books your fed. You're all just little guinea pigs.

I'm well!

With your hands stuck in the sand, I have yet to be released from your grip of psychotic mess. Disillusioned senses craving attention and I'm sure you strive on ever word i say. I'm not talking about chemicals or pills-I'm talking about eyes being blurred from coats of lies even you believe to be true. Health, please get back to her.

I've forgotten how to write without thinking and i miss the freedom of every word and movement in each finger. My eyes never seemed to be so peeled with focus to the screen and instead i would lose thought of where i kept them. The reason why I'm so quiet-i never want to give the impression of stupidity, just like EACH AND EVERY ONE of you have. I realize how angry my words can be, but almost everything purifies this emotion.

 Don't forget the good things...

Eyes having affairs with things that are not yours; i write in secrets, what can i say... aloud?

Can you believe it?

http://www.publicagenda.org/charts/countries-where-homosexuality-illegal

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