rgb.cmyk.panoramic.supersonic.the decline of color.

i want to dream of us in technicolor
each frame of our story posted in a film strip
as our bi-colored love is sprayed and drips
off the edges of the page and the world

i want our love to develop in the sun
and divide and conquer in dark rooms
only additive synthesis
allowed in this natural color process

i want us to replace the yellow of the sun
systematically bright and garish
daily we will create escapist tones
bouncing off the multicolor/hues/wavelengths
and maybe even sounds of all people
black and white.

i got my no. 6h

trying hard
not to die hard
i run off cliffs
landing
on strategically placed piles of papier mache
i craft
lives outside chipboard boxes
and foamcored figures
i figure
sharpie stroked women
below the midday sun
and shade
manly shadows
drifting beneath them
pressured by the pen
i find myself
trying hard
to now live hard
in my own perspective view
or maybe just a quick 60 degree isometric sketch

oxygen and gravity.still dreaming.

knowing who u are
i knew you'd be the one
the giver
giving shiny red cars
full of hidden scars
bikes with no handle bars
when the time came
i knew the fall would be far
but i was taker
wasn't i
because u knew who i am
the kind
who didn't need a man
but still i needed somewhere
some ground there
for my feet to land
and i chose you
to be my earth
even though i knew
the fall would be far

some people.

still dreaming of those faded days
still dreaming of when the pain would fade away
still dreaming of the faded pain
still dreaming of how things could change
in one moment
yet it all seems the same
as i circumnavigate pasts long gone past
i feel the spirit in the wind
and the wind in the voice
that some things just dont feel right
now im left still dreaming of nights
no longer breezing in the lunar light
im still dreaming of the day i'll make things right

4 in the morning got the fat burger!

I was
feeling
a bit
insignificant
like that
fly on
the wall
jumping
through hoops
somehow
managing
not to fall
changes
changing
my point
of view
leaping
flying
then soaring
past it,
the past
past it,
the present
clouds
above
into
tomorrows
thunderstorms
preceeding
next week's
rainbow
i fly
then soar
and land
on my feet
into
today.

*I wanna boom-clack/boom-clack/boom-clack/boom-clack...hit your stick against that drum...*

bum-rushed to my gut
feeling that things aren't the same
though nothing's really changed
but that feeling
that thing in the air
letting everyone know
everythings cool
but that feeling..now
now?
now??
has led us to the point where
we just don't care huh
to feel the bass in his warmth
the bass that radiates off the tongue
electro magnetic signals to core
making things go down
down
down
and back up through the other side
where's that vibe
that floats through the air[ear]
rebounding off rimshots...!!?!?