encrypted memories

faceless against the illuminated ocean mirrors

footprints burn away damaged voices lost behind broken bridges of our past like inscriptions witnessed under motorcade beyond cathedral skies

finding aging film lost behind secured rooms decoded like time-lapsed encrypted memories

every transparent wire bending by bursting matches striked by Parallax

prescriptions written by bursting wheels calculating divisional inspiration through unheard amplified lenses

jumping through trampolines generating blue and green visions forecasting a secret storm

emotions transpired through the rising tides like fingerprinted distances blinding my tomorrow

08/08/2020

“red balloons fall from their hands”

turning on the inside to fall against all pieces broken in the sky

kites withstand the black glass shining through your heart

your beauty written across every page

turmoil in their silence, blinding the discarded ships falling the lost ocean

turn around to face the days rising on top of every collateral emotion

spinning with a deeper understanding of the hidden gesture drowning above the lakes

every picture on the wall, the still of your escape bleeding from every wall

withstand notes that decay like painted footprints across discolored sentiments

every inch of value rising from the glass ocean

inside you recreate pictures in amplified mirrored houses of figment

digging deeper for silver recognizing the survival- a horse’s instinct

crashing colors against black glass impacting surviving luminescence staining beneath your skin

dusting fingerprints impacted at the end of your mind

reveal the darker contrast of rising castles breaking sustainability

red balloons fall from their hands echoing past eternity

“conquering every dream under escaping collapse”

trapped beyond recognized collapsing rain

the stillness of encryption written in lost magazines

damaged colors in the rain scream from the illuminated screens in your eyes

saving souls with medicated half-lives against written frequencies

withstand the silence when people fall through processed skies

the turmoil burning through your face breaks a million faults of image

a charade of instinct breaking aging keys to heaven

whispers burning against amplified skin

a sense of distracted damage on the streets of ultraviolet streets without a collapsed mirror reflection

break through unheard risks of observed protested manipulations

kneeling against saving angels falling from broken photographs

conversations controlled by television screens

withdrawing from a trauma digging under chloroformed visions captured by a telescopic hue

a lost impact behind the aged paradise

windows that control the future of mankind

cars falling from tomorrow to withstand your beauty

unlocking possibilities without a hue we can understand

a gift they clench from the sky to keep away strangers from the future

to crash a discipled ghost lost in their minds

angels unheard under a hidden eye they watch from stormy eloquences

stumbling colors that find their way across lakes written behind comprehension

reflections unstable to detailed paintings in your eyes… can’t catch the spinning mirrors of time

cathedral walls design a future burning from a lost liberty

voices that crack against controlled relapses aging escape

destroying futility with thoughts from recreated skies

victims conquer amnesty written against absolved paper shaded through value without definition

comprehending times of instability conquering every dream come true

New Closing Cell Song: “Half – Blind (Running Through Aged Film) A Forgiven Ghost Mix”

“when we find each other in the light”

leave this world damaged like a pin prick

facing the wall of confusion

pretend it wasn’t everything that mattered

Now we’re broken in two at the edge of a photograph

peel away every part of confusion

stare into the blinding ocean

the needle damaged without introspection

scaling behind the walls

lost behind the edge of ability

burn up a million formulas in your head

if this bird flies a kite behind paradise

withstand the wind that lifts up the skin

haunted by a million colors in the dark

step through the cathedral walls

climb on top of every memory

every dream lost behind control

dig apart every voice left in the sky

when they read your mind behind comprehension

skin shedding all it’s pain away

when we find each other in the light

Cryptophasia is a phenomenon of a language developed by twins (identical or fraternal) that only the two children can understand. The word has its roots from the Greek crypto, meaning secret, and phasia, meaning speech.

a hope beating faster and faster

I heard you reach out from the distance
all the cars crashing inside my head
can we ever go deeper than this true aspect
multiply half a mind and shatter past mistakes
fog pressing under my skin
prevent a million relapses with one disguise
hurt breaking from the mirror in your mind
don’t try to stand around to watch it all fall inside
drive a hundred million miles on the icy shores
not a day left damaged to struggle against
watch the colors forecast a hope beating faster and faster
we shelter the world stuck in isolation

“Cathedral Bells”

I watch the ballerinas in the dark
every spoken movement counter-played
we can all find ourselves free again
inside and out mirrors study the emotional line
to run across imagination to re-process every critical point
we won’t ever stop running through daydreams
if we stop to questions why
if we stop to outline the detail on their back
will we ever understand which way we tick?
when you prescribe the distance I know the battleground too well
wake up another day to break this imagination across the silver screen
if you were next to me
If I couldn’t take a breath
I wouldn’t doubt redefinition
a vital clue going through your head
each slip, each belief to run through the sky
if I could speak
if I could speak to break the colors of silence
if I could speak like cathedral bells
if I could speak like the ghosts inside my head
to walk against the falling rain
if love didn’t fall apart inside my head
I see the shadows drop behind the heartache
reemphasize the social clues I am running so far behind
to cross out my window another day
tonight the church bells ring a different tune
to watch the cathedral walls one more day
to watch the smoke drop the critical line
to kneel before kingdom come every eye closed behind secrets reaching out for me
whisper past separation
tonight the church bells ring a different sound but only with you

“to win this battle & conquer it all”

i see the faces through the window trying to get past broken memories

i feel time slipping & wasting up inside

call another stranger to dream it all away

words are broken against the wall

too tired to let this feeling go

signs are paved like magnetism

shift the desire into a new meaning today

colors cycle through time

i hear the voices call me from the ground

count the numbers like timezones to a million dimensions

step through this loss like an epidemic

shake my skin to feel alive before second glance

I hear it all coming alive like photosynthesis

a shock hits hard against their faces

can’t wake from this daydream

can’t force myself to change obliteration

i see a million colors bursting lost days with freedom

we climb on top of this hill with hope rising past every achievable point

i see you lock your future so bright to claim it all

don’t want to finish in second place

don’t want to let them put me away

to win this battle & conquer it all

i see the colors so abstract from a million points of view

coming alive in so many different ways

“enumerate cathedral walls”

i’m at the stoplight trying to remember it all…

before we crash against tomorrow…

Fuel up my insides with disbelief

I hear all the photographs talking about the lost collapse

a million sounds lodging through my brain

fall through the stairs to skin my eyes of sin

One more pinprick to control obscurity like design

shuffling past all the days written in your head

try to imagine a future without recourse

I see the aspiration written across the depth of instability

To conquer a million mountains for you

to withstand the longevity sparkle through your eyes

watch us roll down the hill to burn instinct beyond infinity

walk through time to wash away every ounce of pain

step across monuments with a million lost gifts inside

drive to stand still

enumerate cathedral walls

we watch them describe a piece of faith to amplify every ounce of self control

 

Crystal Static Machine

tried to erase the hours inside my head

break the walls inside

it’s tomorrow I can’t feel

sounds breaking through my window

I have a choice

I have a voice

that won’t distance

before I take a stance

a crystal static machine

prove my denial

change so optimistic