Brain Glow Rebellion

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a boy wakes
gasping
broken with sweat
a girl sleeps
dreaming
peaceful in bed
a boy waits
hoping
to see her again
a girl knows
thinking
of him in her head
a boy wishes
praying 
she’ll notice his smile
a girl sees him
walking 
around like a child
a boy listens
holding
her body and waste
a girl shows him
warming
kissing his face
a boy lays
replaying
things that they said
a girl lays 
visioning 
things of ahead
a boy sleeps
dreaming 
peaceful in bed
a girl sleeps
dreaming
peaceful in bed

Fireflies swarm
And pollute the midnight sky
Trees expand their roots
And tangle above the ground
Reflections of my smiling face
Sink beneath your eyes
Colours of the universe
Transform into objects of sound
The sound rotates and pulsates
And paints my ocean blue
It becomes starfish and butterflies
Staining my flowers lush
The sound that comes from your mouth
Becomes me holding hands with you
Your voice grips my fate
And paints it like a cosmic paint brush
As the colour and sound surrounds us
Our ground becomes the clouds and sky
A crystal blue grey circles me
I become lost inside your eyes
Let me hold and kiss you
The colours keep us from harm
And we dance to the sound as the rain falls down
Oh love, the warmth of you in my arms
You are finished
The colours are gone
But wait before you go
I wish for the impossible:
You and your voice to keep
I am a selfish boy
Cosmic girl, I know
But could you please sing me to sleep 

The world’s underwater
Let’s set it on fire
And watch as it crumbles into broken glass and sand

But we cannot stop them
The moths attack the dolphins
I pray to mother Venus, girl please understand

The sky shatters open
Revealing the ocean
The concrete releases raindrops that flow up with thunder

They crack into lightning
Our joyous sleep is frightening
Tasting icicles as we stroll in the summer

The wolves swim with the mermaids
They leave the stars with heartache
All the while we hold hands and run

Hiding in the hills then
Feeding computer children
Sleeping in the shadows, away from the hot hot sun 

I know you don’t remember, 

But entice me

As we walk among the members of our perfect society. 

We believe we are them,

But we can love.

She’s gone and means nothing,

And your boy was never enough.

Our successors watch as we dance our final song.

They harness the next generation as the computer children join along.

At the close they all collapse and are gone.

Where did I go wrong?

We will swing around their bodies,

But before we close her eyes,

You see him, and I see her drowning beneath butterflies.

My need for us together could never be enough,

Chemicals could never cheat love.

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More phontography…

Tonight, I will lullaby my physical body into slumber.

I will do so by laying still and ignoring every twitch that I am tested by.

My conscious will remain alive as my eyes shut tight, closing the gaps between eyelashes,

Forcing my thoughts into a deep lucid dreaming in which I shall not soon return.

As my mind slips into the places it itself has created and developed,

I will think of you and all that you have become to me and my ways of existence.

You yourself are vivid and living, blistering with optimism and happiness.

I feel as though I cannot return the warmth you have provided my paranoia.

But even so, the weight of the feeling that have been revealed do not leave the scales balanced.

Abandoned to forever project thoughts of dark clouds and mental suicide have left me blinded.

Striking lightning, lighting the way through the black you left behind.

Your return into my thoughts will leave me no other choice, and know that you here are not welcome.

Tonight, I will lullaby your astrological body into slumber.

I will do so by murdering your presence in my mind and destroying the black that you left behind.

The dark clouds will fade away, and you in turn will die,

Forcing my thoughts into a deep lucid dreaming in which I shall not soon return.

Some corners are meant to be larger&#8230; Hiding the beauty of the bland&#8230;

Some corners are meant to be larger… Hiding the beauty of the bland…

&#8220;And I think to myself&#8230; what a wonderful world&#8230;&#8221;
-Satchmo

“And I think to myself… what a wonderful world…”

-Satchmo

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