short4life

close your eyes and open your senses. the rustling of the autumn leaves, might as well be the trickling of a summer spring. the smell of the chimneys, could easily be the barbecue getting started. the winter chill you feel on your skin, raising hairs and goosebumps and making you feel so alive, it could be the cool water sink deep down, where the silence is heavy. feel the weight press down all around you. on your heart and your mind, blocking out your sound and your eyesight. all you have left are your lips and your fingertips, open your senses. the whole world could be yours.

i run with the wolves along treetops and bluegrass countrysides, through crunching leaves, tasting of brown earth through shattered glass and burning coals. along crisp train tracks which gleam in the moonlight over mist-covered meadows that whisper secrets in the dawn under the birches through which the sunlight shines beside the tigers, the lions, the bears. i swim with the salmon, fighting for my spot upstream swirling through black water and dazzling air being torn apart by bellowing winds dancing through  shimmering flames. run with me as i watch the stars melt to fog.

she speaks with the dusty voice of an insomniac, with the wisdom of one hundred and one books read under the covers using a flashlight, with flecks of gold scattered across her skin. her eyes see colors of the dark, the majestic blues that cloud the earth's senses the deep purples that shadow the night's sky, but never black. black does not exist. she hears whispers in the walls in her curly hair and on her fingertips but if she closes her eyes for just one minute it all shatters into glass. glass, glass, glass glassy eyes and hand blown candle holders the ones that stand on her bedside like sentries that keep her company in

lips on lips on thighs and hips make them regret their folly under the goassamer moon, dancing barefoot on the moonbeams that trail the sand glimmering shimmering dust. stars that flicker. a candle that is about to go out. the moon now tinged bittersweet. like sad words inked across parchment. like the sighing of a willow tree. like the call of a whipporwill. dancing faster, chasing away the sun, whispering to the sand to time itself: run. ~

island of the blue sun. parakeets sway in the trigga trees with the cry of a reeki teek teek. the tears of an animal with large teeth glisten in the water. a prince swims with a minstrel woman a lady dances with the night. clockwork is but another option a tombstone a celebration in the sun the blue sun the hot sun the know-all sun. the blue sun sees the island in the dark. travelers, adventurers, stragglers, truants and beggers come, sit yourself down by the fires the fires of the island of the blue sun. feast on the flesh, blood, and bones of the fish and the water. time means naught come play underneath the shining sun

i'm beaming happy thoughts in your direction it's just another leap of faith. i'm grinding the moon into stardust because i want to do great things, and i can't find any fairies in these parts. if i had enough money i'd buy a grand piano i'd learn how to play it i'd sit there all day and listen to the notes thrumming in the air. if i had enough money i'd buy an old house with floor to ceiling windows and i'd watch the birds fly towards to sun. i like the smell of old wood so i'd grind trees into little chips and scatter them across the house so everywhere i went, it'd smell like the forest. i like to pretend that umbrella

i grew up with love. every night my dad would take out his guitar. the one he bought with his own money when he was 16 and still living back in russia. his whole composure would change he'd be calm, smooth, serious that's when i fell in love with music. - - - i think i'm going to throw up. one time when i was little i saw puke on the ground. i called it pizza and walked on by like nothing had happened. i wish we didn't have to put rigid walls on imagination. - - - art is art and love is love so why does life have to be so fucking hard? - - - i wish i could play the harmonica then maybe someone would see and appreciate

life is like one big pizza. you're the pepperoni peppery and saucy and juicy but also forbidden. so who's the cheese filled crust? - - - do you see what i see? i thought i just glimpsed a bat with butterfly wings. and i thought i saw us as stalwart figures in the night surrendering to summer. - - - let's play piano in the dark untamed melodies like our own wild brain children. "let me think about it." but what if i don't want you to? things are better when glanced off the tip of the tongue. and you told me yourself, dreams can do anything. - - - we're just locked in losers but if you stand with me i promise i'll lear

it's like the blood in my veins became cement and i could hear the roar of the ocean in my head. it's like my muscles turned to custard and my innards became spaghetti it's what you do to me.