What confessions can be made by the conceit of youth
Tousled hair, a sideways glance, a photoshoot
Admire the beige lifestyle
All the shades of brown
Fossilized textures, smiling frowns
Open the world to darkness
What do you hear?
Here are transcendent greens
Here are mellow creams
Here faces are bouquets
Here we wear pastel secrets
It's all here
Hear, we are born to rise
Let form conspire with function
Genesis could've been
Jesus leaving his sandals in the sand
Idols and saints in quiet defiance
The future of a leading man
A shadowed look and two strong black hands
Jazz in a red lit lounge *Warning*
Can cause art disease
A Noname nubian goddess in an urban Eden
Mixing hues of yellow and blue
Into the verdant greens of spring sunrise
Officer, officer, officer
Don't shoot, won't shoot
A well dressed man
Provided he's Caucasian with a good tan
Keep rollin'
All that matters
Are the lessons of on-going destruction
All our legacies in one collection
No asylum, still a great gift
Nail yourself to a cross
Can you still believe?
It's all a great grift
Mad respect to the rebels out looking for a cause
Who still manage to keep their fingernails clean
Don't let pretense prevent you from chasing the dream
A man sitting in a worn out chair
His body a tangle of cables
Staring through a wood paneled window to the funkadelic soul
Asking for wisdom he'll answer
"Turn up the rock-n-roll!"
Make ten bold claims
Watch them go up in vapor
Satisfaction is the lit end of a tight rolled paper
With empty hands rebirth is possible
Create nothing and we are devils
Our poetry is in the streets
The violet hues of midnight revels
Can you be close to danger?
Feel the love of strangers?
Can you feel the love?
Demagogues in technicolor
Can you believe the revelations?
Ultra-premium craftsmanship
limited editions and traditions rich
Simply perfect, the Tao of Clint
Is not just a philosophy of life
Be not afraid
It's a helluva thing to kill a man
Family is the most important thing
A cosmic prank
Super synth wonders
Be unpredictable in a human sense
Sunder expectations with new fictions
The Good Life is a hash pipe
on an island in the sun
coming undone
Oscillate perceptions
There are thrills to how life unfolds
Find your balance
A good time, a calm mind, stare into the void
Important safety information!
Before taking medication reduce risks
Take them with others
An important fact: Information is not enough
Dialogue with others
Be reborn a star
Debut a second act
The latest phenomenon
Is always distressed
Let's go places
Lost in clouds of dust
Find mortality in a room made of rust
Make this simple
In shades of skies blue
Hides a sinister truth
A man with many faces hopes he never dies
Morphing and changing he tries and tries
Death is a retail space
Get a little extra time with your shadow
In a dimly lit place
Try not to get stoned
Don't apologize if you do
Break the bank
Be a gold plated version of yourself
Make your music on turntables and lightening bolts
Deep dive and rediscover--recover
Your scene with all the accessories
Bring the noise
Dance loudly
Gyrate and chant
Feel others' bodies
Lose yourself
I think it's best if you all know that
100% American means check your facts
Heads in the clouds
Smokestacks of death
Red skies don't mean freedom
They mean death
92 of 100 who are the other 8?
People happy to die in the dark
To savor their hate
A power hungry inside man
The damage is already done
The influence machines
Seek bigger muscle, stronger hearts
Things will get worse
We're not safe until they don't
The elite charade is authoritarianism
Going for broke
A neurotic idol confesses
His fame is well worn
The recently cursed are caged
Animals doing the rounds for no pay
Get lost in L.A.
Fall in love with weed and coffee bar cafes
Feel the need to be seen
Let yourself be gay
Wake up tomorrow and no one will care
Show someone the ropes while you play
Exist slowly in the cool tones of an afterthought
Get low and punk rock
Delight in your naughty self--alone or with someone else
Savage your dreams
Thresh them of flesh
Grind their skeletons into life or death
What's the point of royalty anyway?
Jesus cut his teeth on the pub scene
Learned to pick a guitar with thorns he pulled from his hair
Staying up late, getting drunk, never splitting cab fare
Without love everything is just outtakes
Twenty years of struggle to gamble everything
What is the look of a leading man
Looking in the mirror?
Depends on the stage
Moonlight truths can reveal empowered place
Clamp down and regulate yourself
The dot-matrix version needs to be deleted
The oldest narratives are being repeated
Misuse emergencies
Suspend civility
Concentrate and empower
Banned voices must speak and be heard
Put money on trial
Laugh at its denial
Guillotine Zuck
"Trust us" isn't good enough
Rebel, rebel, let's dance, heroes
Welcome to the Thunderdome
Envision the future
Visions in blue
Resurrect the dead
The big idea is cause and effect
Interactive overwhelming next level tech
A virtual cloud bank
Live in the future
Be an entrepreneur
Grow up and get ready for a close-up
Facial recognition
Retro styles
Cognize pre-fab smiles
Red, pink, green, and blue
Again, blue
Do you--Do. You.
Take a moment to review
Emerge from angst
Embrace the pain of growing
Experiment with gloomy extremes
Shiny and oh so bright
Knowing a legacy is third eye sight
Downside, same side, my side
Let the blood run
Turn the tide
Tales of love, death, Percocet
What's your top ten if the ten best haven't happened yet?
Forget ten aim for one
Person, moment, love, idea
Live like never before
You're spending too much time at home
Make a new kind of history
Birth a star under the sign of the panther
There's always winners and losers
Know which you are
Know you are both
Sorry things are this open
It's a memory like a dream
A dream your remember
Deja vu tomorrow it could be you
Visiting with a specter
Don't fear death
Be confident in its presence
Character isn't made by machine
Know what I mean?
FIN
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About the Creator
Clint Jones
I am a philosopher slowly transitioning into a writer. I write mostly essays, non-fiction, and poetry but I am now adding fiction to my repertoire with asperations of penning a novel. Thanks for reading my work. Tips are appreciated.
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