until 12am

until the ink runs out -

until the soul is no longer in stitches -

until the pain melts away -

until hope is restored and love is reborn beneath a banana tree.

Happiness is bananas.

Momma said that things will manifest at the right moment!

I will hold on and believe and live for the love within me.

competition - competition

yo you better than us?

than me, I, we?

I apologize I can't compete with Beautiful.

Lucid Dreams.

Obsession with wishful thinking

Silent seizures surrenders blinking

Thrust your hips to the sound of

computer clicks -

Imaginary chips -

Click Clack Click Clack

Split Splat Split Splat

Oh!

Ye solemnly swears that was the last.

Ye fib tellers chow down on glass.

The children have vanished into the night,

no longer at peace with guidelines.

Hum drum drunk towns

We lounge around

To the bass, tambourines and serene colors.

All is love, love is all.

2am keen eye.

Serene scene.

Gaze into oblivion sky's, for the beholder lays in thy pupils eyes. The eyes: window to the soul in which the deepest of hallow beliefs live and die in the cornea. Oh how dead beat dreams live to corner ya...

Raisin in the sun basking in thy honey dew, we baked away. We were ready to slit our wrist after falling in love beneath an apple tree. Leaves piled high above our heads, squirrels danced around our magnetic aura. Our dreams were hallucinations. We were tripping in and out of our world and theirs. People chose not to comprehend so they started demolishing our dreams. Destruction began and our little bit of happiness crumbled quick, quick,quickly...

As I lay me down to sleep, I pray our souls try to reach. That place where we were once filled with glee, eternal sunshine on top of we. If we die before we wake, I pray for ever lasting slumber underneath the apple tree for heaven's sake!