Ever walked through a field of blue,
extinguished the Sun's fire and walked right through?
Take a trip with me, from land to sea.
I'll show you the moon and stars,
and we can forget about those nasty scars.
Forget about the rage we knew and the filthy view.
Of superior buildings built so high,
so that to get to the top would be too high.
Where the King's now live plump and round,
throwing their disgusting stares towards those on the ground.
Pushing the emotional balance off its beam,
while allowing our sorrow to burst at the seam.
They think they rule this world,
but ignorance is in that head covered with hair curled.
For
I prefer the dream to reality,
I prefer distinction to molecular accuracy,
I'd rather contimplate than procreate,
The knowledge of factual over fictional,
Why deny a love to lust,
Why allow joy to become dust,
Am I what I want or trapped font,
On the over head projector,
Giving out false hope to protect her,
Can I be a man who creates hope,
Rather than a junkie strung out on dope,
Strolling down these streets that lead to bliss,
I'm aware of the allies that hiss,
Their cruel intentions for my future,
Dragging me into the dark room,
To develope what's to whom,
It may concern I could care more,
I'd say less but Im on the bottom
I'm a simple mistake of persuasion,
Captivation framed in temptation,
I'm the punk scene blues,
With metal exhaust,
The infamous fall of man,
For without me all shall perish,
And alive I feel no love,
I'm a walking poster child for abortion,
And the church prays me off,
Mother won't look at me,
Father drinks too much,
So I feed off information,
Digesting every font,
Cause I'm Times Roman,
But it is written too small.
I'm a simple mistake of persuasion,
Captivation framed in temptation,
I'm the punk scene blues,
With metal exhaust,
The infamous fall of man,
For without me all shall perish,
And alive I feel no love,
I'm a walking poster child for abortion,
And the church prays me off,
Mother won't look at me,
Father drinks too much,
So I feed off information,
Digesting every font,
Cause I'm Times Roman,
But it is written too small.
They say that anger is not a healthy experience,
But be true to this thought of mine,
And you will see soon enough that the power lies deep,
Deep inside the blood lust tides of your mind,
And when you learn to control its divine power it will seep,
From your soul and pour into the streets where the lights will dim,
And the darkness over take what was once your walking corpse,
Fear not the power in control of you ,
For what is you was but a flu,
A deadly disobedient trust ill glue,
That attached its sucker like arms around your heart,
And tore that son of a bitch apart,
You thought this a race from the start,
But your race was a
Ever walked through a field of blue,
extinguished the Sun's fire and walked right through?
Take a trip with me, from land to sea.
I'll show you the moon and stars,
and we can forget about those nasty scars.
Forget about the rage we knew and the filthy view.
Of superior buildings built so high,
so that to get to the top would be too high.
Where the King's now live plump and round,
throwing their disgusting stares towards those on the ground.
Pushing the emotional balance off its beam,
while allowing our sorrow to burst at the seam.
They think they rule this world,
but ignorance is in that head covered with hair curled.
For
I prefer the dream to reality,
I prefer distinction to molecular accuracy,
I'd rather contimplate than procreate,
The knowledge of factual over fictional,
Why deny a love to lust,
Why allow joy to become dust,
Am I what I want or trapped font,
On the over head projector,
Giving out false hope to protect her,
Can I be a man who creates hope,
Rather than a junkie strung out on dope,
Strolling down these streets that lead to bliss,
I'm aware of the allies that hiss,
Their cruel intentions for my future,
Dragging me into the dark room,
To develope what's to whom,
It may concern I could care more,
I'd say less but Im on the bottom
I'm a simple mistake of persuasion,
Captivation framed in temptation,
I'm the punk scene blues,
With metal exhaust,
The infamous fall of man,
For without me all shall perish,
And alive I feel no love,
I'm a walking poster child for abortion,
And the church prays me off,
Mother won't look at me,
Father drinks too much,
So I feed off information,
Digesting every font,
Cause I'm Times Roman,
But it is written too small.
I'm a simple mistake of persuasion,
Captivation framed in temptation,
I'm the punk scene blues,
With metal exhaust,
The infamous fall of man,
For without me all shall perish,
And alive I feel no love,
I'm a walking poster child for abortion,
And the church prays me off,
Mother won't look at me,
Father drinks too much,
So I feed off information,
Digesting every font,
Cause I'm Times Roman,
But it is written too small.
One night I found myself lost on a street with no lights. Walking I tripped repeatedly, Running only made it worse. But when I slowed down it seemed to go smoother. I did not trip or stumble. My eyes focused and the street became more visible. Seems sometimes even in the darkest moments we can learn something new. Even if it is as simple as tread carefully.
Current Residence: Clermont, Florida Favourite genre of music: love all of it :) Favourite style of art: Abstract MP3 player of choice: Ipod & Zune Shell of choice: Oyster Wallpaper of choice: Painted Skin of choice: Mine Favourite cartoon character: Babar Personal Quote: To find love and Art, is to find a heaven that man can not tell apart. -me
Had an adventure or a few adventures I should say. Lived it up like a rock star, and met alot of unique people. Good times and beautiful places. But Im back, until the next big adventure.
Is....AMAZING! I love it up here, the people are great, the insperation could be better but I'll find a way around that road block. And hopefully in the fall I will be attanding the Art Institute of Philadelphia!! And this summer ill be flying to Texas to see and old friend and when I return I hope to donate my kidney to my grandfather! SO pretty busy here no scanner so I can't post new stuff but I will figure something out. As always I hope everyone is ok and having fun with their art, turning 21 this coming saturday first birthday with family in Pennsylvania since I was born :) until next post take care!
-Dustynn