don't exaggerate your smile, child

be a fanatic, be wild

flowers fell short from their pedals, all seeds will be spit to the dirt and delectation will not only rim, but saturate the lungs of every wise jovial thinker with each inhale of filtered oxygen; the kind that matters

for many, stretching the mind is a glass of wine never gripped and curiosity begs the hands of their keeper, touching what we were told never to do!

my scattered thoughts bread scattered words, yet your understanding never reached my importance-but what did?

everything that is held behind the eyes 

 

hi(gh)lo my friend

like the time we watched words dive like fireworks off the screen after eating shroom pizza, i'm illiterate to the process of my mind

our bodies are cramped inside the skins of a small tent while chains encircling our foreign surroundings- a world where the trees become our friends and where fires are fountains of stars

two very receptive bodies end the night blaming nonexistent construction for the adulteration of their minds, although the shrieking could never be excused

my mind can beat your mind

only one person knows what i'm talking about

i wonder what it would be like playing tennis on lsd

Minority!

White letter, you wreak of discomfort

bars keep inside a boy in the body of a man

twenty going on sixteen

you missed a few years of sobriety

Your mind is behind

wrapped up between the branches in the tree fort days

what would i know?

Dark concentration on the rear view mirror

could i be the face of a lesson?

couldn't we all?

My preparation is a turn off and it's ironic

because I'm not prepared for anything

Sometimes when i speak, i forget that the only thing open is your mouth

the shoal of a face faulty of its ears and eyes makes poor company

I, however, surround myself with a magic Eden in a carousal of bliss, all within the profile of a beautiful girl

I know what's real

Beauty misses it's crowd and just for a second she's not lonely

but when it stops to rain she loses sight of her own reflection

and realizes even water can become a tease

                     her own eyes have fooled her

You've got to stop playing tricks on me, mirror

It's reminding me too much of a night in a tent where i lay listening to you speak as i watched you diversify into an anteater.

I've been having way too much fun...