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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“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

“across the blue and green fields of lost memories”

I hear you whisper three times against the dark

catch a piece of photography from your hands

strangers listening to the screams across the floor

a new aspect without control of our senses 

shout the hidden secrets to a lifeguard waiting to be saved

burn a new meaning through your skin

scatter the paper flowers across the maddening forecast

break the bleeding knife through the mirror

dance across the blue and green fields of lost memories