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Bluelighter
The perfect sound swirls thru the wooden shutters (peeling bright blue paint) slipping into the sun drenched air. Tropical flora burst from the volcanic rich soil, flowers and flower buds sway lazily in the evening. The music glides thru the green foliage, summersaulting down the leafs and cartwheeling down the vines, exciting molecules underfoot. The crashing surf pounds the earth like a drum. Creating a mesmerizing rhythm and spraying water vapor into the air. The mist dances on the breeze, explodes and spirals into rich rainbowed snowflake bursts as it collides into sunbeams cutting thru the heavy evening air. Tasting the salt off her skin.
Existing (for the moment) on the thin line that divides light from shadow, conscious from unconscious. The boy lays in bed strolling thru the vivid dreamscapes he projects onto his eyelids (digital surround), helping to temporarily relieve his confusion. Rising from bed Jimmy wears a silly grin and his eyes tranquil, transparent pools of indescion twinkle with emotion.
Out back on the patio he watches the sun set and enjoys natures artwork. The sky fills with broad sweeps of pink and purple dusting down to darkness. Twilight falls and the stars peak out thru the black mass of uncertainty. Begging for a cosmic game of connect-the-dots.
Breaking the bud of MaryJane open the air bursts with a minty, evergreen aroma. Green flakes stick to his fingers like bubblegum on a school playground in the middays sun (Its pink blubber waiting to be assaulted by a rubber sole). Sitting back and kicking his feet up a flick of the lighter illuminates him in a yellow glow as the joint is sparked.
Thick heavy clouds, scatter his thoughts like a stobelight flashing over a broken /shattered/ mirror.
Worn city streets (in a never ending circle of construction)
light grey and yellow
burnt particles organic
Pop Rock Candy Experiment
Spinning thru the atmosphere Jimmy crash lands into the the lifestyle of junk. The world of desperation, dark souls, and insanity.
Clear opiate ampules
Crumpled tinfoil
Coat hanger super glued plungers
kemikal kaleidoscope of illusions
A craving that reachs upon and above anything, rattling his bones and dying for a fix. Smack a hit of pure. Clueless people would call him weak, but it was a life enjoyed. Riding the elevators to both extremes. Spinning into the stratosphere and playing tag with true space cadets, Spiraling into the depths of hell running from the skeletons and dodging their boney punches. Dazed and confused he hopped of the bus more times than he could count but yet was drawn back to the allure of heroin with an insanity that he never could understand.
The fish was hooked, line and sinker. Fortunately God decided on 'catch and release' approach for this kids life.
Roll-the-dice
Jolted up from a organic induced nap, the joint is burning Jimmy's fingers. Flipping it to the side. He decides on listening to some music.
In Franklin's tower there hangs a bell
It can ring, turn night to day
Ring like fire when you lose your way
God help the child who rings that bell
It may have one good ring left, you can't tell
One watch by night, one watch by day
If you get confused just listen to the music play
Existing (for the moment) on the thin line that divides light from shadow, conscious from unconscious. The boy lays in bed strolling thru the vivid dreamscapes he projects onto his eyelids (digital surround), helping to temporarily relieve his confusion. Rising from bed Jimmy wears a silly grin and his eyes tranquil, transparent pools of indescion twinkle with emotion.
Out back on the patio he watches the sun set and enjoys natures artwork. The sky fills with broad sweeps of pink and purple dusting down to darkness. Twilight falls and the stars peak out thru the black mass of uncertainty. Begging for a cosmic game of connect-the-dots.
Breaking the bud of MaryJane open the air bursts with a minty, evergreen aroma. Green flakes stick to his fingers like bubblegum on a school playground in the middays sun (Its pink blubber waiting to be assaulted by a rubber sole). Sitting back and kicking his feet up a flick of the lighter illuminates him in a yellow glow as the joint is sparked.
Thick heavy clouds, scatter his thoughts like a stobelight flashing over a broken /shattered/ mirror.
Worn city streets (in a never ending circle of construction)
light grey and yellow
burnt particles organic
Pop Rock Candy Experiment
Spinning thru the atmosphere Jimmy crash lands into the the lifestyle of junk. The world of desperation, dark souls, and insanity.
Clear opiate ampules
Crumpled tinfoil
Coat hanger super glued plungers
kemikal kaleidoscope of illusions
A craving that reachs upon and above anything, rattling his bones and dying for a fix. Smack a hit of pure. Clueless people would call him weak, but it was a life enjoyed. Riding the elevators to both extremes. Spinning into the stratosphere and playing tag with true space cadets, Spiraling into the depths of hell running from the skeletons and dodging their boney punches. Dazed and confused he hopped of the bus more times than he could count but yet was drawn back to the allure of heroin with an insanity that he never could understand.
The fish was hooked, line and sinker. Fortunately God decided on 'catch and release' approach for this kids life.
Roll-the-dice
Jolted up from a organic induced nap, the joint is burning Jimmy's fingers. Flipping it to the side. He decides on listening to some music.
In Franklin's tower there hangs a bell
It can ring, turn night to day
Ring like fire when you lose your way
God help the child who rings that bell
It may have one good ring left, you can't tell
One watch by night, one watch by day
If you get confused just listen to the music play
