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February 6

Jet-Packed (Ode2Alt.80)

“Dream Wide.”

They Said To Me.

“Pursue Deep.”

Is What I’m Hearing.

“Do Not Let Go Of Sweet Liberty.”

Thus Is My Spirit’s Calling.

Hey, Wait.

Would Neon Lights Decorate (The Night)

In Luminous Array (For You&I)?

Please, Stay.

Let’s Listen To These Broken Records Play.

On And On And On And On They Go.

Round And Round And Round And Round, Again.

“There Could Never Be Another.”

But You’re Dressed Up To Your Electric Blues For Some Other.

Release&Return When You Feel This Fire Catch The Car Door Ablaze.

Hey, Wait.

Would Neon Lights Decorate (The Night)

In Luminous Array (For You&I)?

Please, Stay.

Let’s Listen To These Broken Records Play.

On And On And On And On They Go.

Round And Round And Round And Round, Again.

Round And Round And Round And Round Again.

You’d Best Not…

Just Stop…

This Heart Has Room For But One More Shot.

…Fire Away….

Hey, Wait.

Would Neon Lights Decorate (The Night)

In Luminous Array (For You&I)?

Please, Stay.

Let’s Listen To These Broken Records Play.

On And On And On And On They Go.

Round And Round And Round And Round, Again.

The Things I’ve Wanted This Bad Are So Few.

I’ve Never Been Driven For Anything The Way I Am For You.

February 5

D!Z Co.

February 3

PLAYWith This Jet-Pack Strapped, All I Need Is A MatchPLAY

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We Each Have Our Own Moments Of Experience From Suffering To Celebration&Our Own Way Of Conveying The Significance Of Truth Discovered&Lessons Learned As A Result. My School Of Experience Consists Of A Professor Of Dynamicology-David Bazan, A Doctor Of Heartache Relief-Chris Carrabba, A Coach For Forward Motion-Donald Miller, And A Prophetess Who Provides The Soundtrack For The Sound Our Bodies Make Against The Wind When Falling In Love&The “I Told You So” We All Despise When We Land Against The Cold Ground After Our Flight Has Burnt Out-Enigma

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WeMayLearn

So This Is Where We Find Our Place

As The Ones Thrown Into A Darwinian Surreality.

Only The Fittest Will Survive.

Girl, We’re Lucky We’re Alive.

Will The Sham Friends Please Sit Their Ass Down?

Leave My Life&Face Alone.

Pop The Cork Of Champagne For The Ones Who Have Served To Be Legitimate.

Reveal The Lies&Vendetta’s Of Devils In Disguise As Best Friends.

Hell, Those Words Have Become Redefined.

Only The Fittest Are Gonna Survive In This Darwinian Tango On Ice.

Boy, You’d Best Watch Your Back For Her Surprise.

Holding Onto Your Hand While looking All The Time.

We’d Tried To Release Hold Of Each Others But Our Hearts Wouldn’t Die.

Till Tonight.

So, So Long To Our Trust.

More Than Farewell,

Good-Buy.

Succulent Lies.

Good-Bye.

February 2

VanityVSAuthenticity

VS VS

Darling, Realize…

There Are Holes In His Promises.

Doubt In His Faith.

Like A Wave Tossed Around By The Seas Of Reality,

He’ll Fall Inevitably Because He Can’t Stand For Anything.

Arrogance Is As Assuring As Sand.

Swag Is As Stable As A Broken Upper Hand.

When The Beat Of His Waltz Has Broken Down Into A Limp

From Having Been Confronted With The Pressures Of Reality,

When His Cash Money Isn’t Enough To Hide The Core Of An Arrogant Fool,

Let Authenticity Shine As The Source Of Substantial Strength.

Capable Of Unconditional Embrace,

Always Hoping, Ever Persevering, Never Failing,

Let This Man Be Me.

Like A Milly Vanilly Auto-tuned Vocalist Trying To Contend With An Artist

Who Needs Nothing More Than His Own Chords To Reverberate Legitimate

Sensations Through The Crowds Heart Rates,

Choose Quality Over Fame.

Quantity Will Not Out Last The Honesty Which Will Remain.

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PLAY 4A Complete Experience

X Never Knew What Y Wanted When Y Only Ever Wanted X

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“ Don’t Use God&Don’t Use Me. Say What You Mean&Mean What You Say.

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Creation Is Not A Matter Of Mere Action Alone But Action Accompanied With Perspective.

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At A Lost Loss In A Losing Scenario

This Heart Beats Just As Fast As When The Humidity Lifted In The Parted Haze…

Beneath Exploding Skies Of Captivating Maroon&Brilliant Teal Through July’s Heat.

Those Irises Of Brilliant Blue, Could Pierce The Walls Of A Child Like Me.

The Distinction Between Man&Boy Is Within Where One Loses Faith&The Other Begins To Believe.

Before The Sun Had It’s First Ray Burning, Heaven Was Conceiving Your Luminocity…

Over This City.

Amidst The Squares Of What Ought&That Which Should Not Be,

Traditionally Speaking,

This Heart Was Inevitably Moved To Fall For Something New In You.

Fresh In Pure View.

It Is True I Had Never Been Inspired Like This Before.

Allow Me To Believe You Felt Something Foreign Yet Fulfilling Before You Shut Your Door.

Of Perfect Proportion…

Succulent Breasts Like Fruit Bearing Mountains

Beneath A Mind Running Of Vibrant Pink Oceans…

Thoughts Streaming Forth In Green Saturation From Which I Was Ever Bated By To Hear You Verbalize…

Though Stories Read Left To Right Across Your Radiant Eyes,

Conveying The Ambitious Drive From The Depth Of Your Insides.

Toda Bonita Sin Fallo, Mi Amor.

Knowing You Wish To Be No More,

I Stand Beside My Hands Of Sacrifice Which Quit School For A Year To Live Aside…

You And Your Family Till The Determination Of These Feet Kicked In…

When Complication Created Our Tapestry Into A Mural Of Abstraction.

Con Oraciones De Fuego Para T,

Beloved You Are The Best And Worst Thing To Have Ever Collided Against My Shore…

Enlgihtening The Northern Focus With Which I Dived All The More.

It Is A Dynamic Contrast To Try To Not Hate Someone You Love So Much.

Was I A Mere Crutch?

When You Never Wanted Me But The Idea I Personified,

I Never Wanted Anything But You Come Sunrise.

Your Scent Will Be The Inspiration&Drive For Everything This Side Of Eternal Life.

The Best And Worst Experience To Have Ever Opened My Eyes.

As Angels Hold You In Peace, I Petition Protection To Secure Your Frigid Feet Tonight.

Trying Not To Hate Someone Who May Have Practiced&Staged Their Speech

Overnight Is One Hell Of A Battle To Fight.