Don’t Harsh my Mellow II

walking down the street to find my way through the damaged halls

look up at the sky to find a million colors standing in the sky

to remember why we trespass on top of the emotional divide

like acrobats spinning across wires in their minds

breaking all the words in their heads like texturized emotion

on top of the lighthouse matching illusion with the seas of aqua waves building higher and higher

open up all the values of transcending collapse

bursting with emotion on top of the mirrors edge

like a razor running across the seascape

walking across the waves like fences broken like crystalized glass amplified by secrets driven past a witness in the boathouse

illusions building deeper and deeper

lost as sea behind a shipwrecked skyline

A way out above the sky

above the stars in your mind

ships that sail across the ocean illuminating everlasting emotions in your memorized visions like trespass

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encrypted memories

faceless against the illuminated ocean mirrors

footprints burn away damaged voices lost behind broken bridges of our past like inscriptions witnessed under motorcade beyond cathedral skies

finding aging film lost behind secured rooms decoded like time-lapsed encrypted memories

every transparent wire bending by bursting matches striked by Parallax

prescriptions written by bursting wheels calculating divisional inspiration through unheard amplified lenses

jumping through trampolines generating blue and green visions forecasting a secret storm

emotions transpired through the rising tides like fingerprinted distances blinding my tomorrow

08/08/2020

“conquering every dream under escaping collapse”

trapped beyond recognized collapsing rain

the stillness of encryption written in lost magazines

damaged colors in the rain scream from the illuminated screens in your eyes

saving souls with medicated half-lives against written frequencies

withstand the silence when people fall through processed skies

the turmoil burning through your face breaks a million faults of image

a charade of instinct breaking aging keys to heaven

whispers burning against amplified skin

a sense of distracted damage on the streets of ultraviolet streets without a collapsed mirror reflection

break through unheard risks of observed protested manipulations

kneeling against saving angels falling from broken photographs

conversations controlled by television screens

withdrawing from a trauma digging under chloroformed visions captured by a telescopic hue

a lost impact behind the aged paradise

windows that control the future of mankind

cars falling from tomorrow to withstand your beauty

unlocking possibilities without a hue we can understand

a gift they clench from the sky to keep away strangers from the future

to crash a discipled ghost lost in their minds

angels unheard under a hidden eye they watch from stormy eloquences

stumbling colors that find their way across lakes written behind comprehension

reflections unstable to detailed paintings in your eyes… can’t catch the spinning mirrors of time

cathedral walls design a future burning from a lost liberty

voices that crack against controlled relapses aging escape

destroying futility with thoughts from recreated skies

victims conquer amnesty written against absolved paper shaded through value without definition

comprehending times of instability conquering every dream come true

New Closing Cell Song: “Half – Blind (Running Through Aged Film) A Forgiven Ghost Mix”

“the threshold of detainment”

Breaking through the reflection rinsing from the blue oceans

When we look through their fault lines 

Blinding a reanimated illusion behind concrete eyes

Switch the sky between calculated risks

half amplified flags hidden through processed illusions 

Parallax division burning under the doors of creation

Withstanding double footprints running without reminisce 

freezing a lake of reflection saturated under secret light

distant written voices detain a million values climbing under the wheels of paradise

sparks spinning through circles at uneven risks

men with dangerous prescriptions hiding in telescopic skies

helicopters clean the sky of decayed memories

containing an alliance of cars trapped in silent view

deciphering conversations battling for existence

containing manipulation over analyzed wires without the threshold of detainment

shielding a supermarket from the plague of disguise transplanted off false memories

running through a decayed wave of damaged colors

On top of the sky burning through the perspiration of mankind

Running through aged film

“when we find each other in the light”

leave this world damaged like a pin prick

facing the wall of confusion

pretend it wasn’t everything that mattered

Now we’re broken in two at the edge of a photograph

peel away every part of confusion

stare into the blinding ocean

the needle damaged without introspection

scaling behind the walls

lost behind the edge of ability

burn up a million formulas in your head

if this bird flies a kite behind paradise

withstand the wind that lifts up the skin

haunted by a million colors in the dark

step through the cathedral walls

climb on top of every memory

every dream lost behind control

dig apart every voice left in the sky

when they read your mind behind comprehension

skin shedding all it’s pain away

when we find each other in the light

Cryptophasia is a phenomenon of a language developed by twins (identical or fraternal) that only the two children can understand. The word has its roots from the Greek crypto, meaning secret, and phasia, meaning speech.

photographs lost behind locker room doors

pages turn but they won’t listen

try to grasp control but I am falling

retreat into this world

where lies don’t stick to the wall

tune the radios where dreams can’t be discerned

into the depths fighting in the distance

analyze memories under broken microscopes

grasp the lenses past hidden instinct

weigh madness on uneven scales

half a reaction

half a burning dream

photographs lost behind locker room doors

if we find the key to stop it all

if we rinse away our tears

chain myself up inside this room

eyes that watch, but never speak

colors half mended, half inspected

the words lost inside your head

a secret code repeating through the halls