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Loud Speakers

In the air,
Expanding my mind.
I wish I could  enjoy this all the time,
Before  this the sugar made the sparks fly.
Soaring in the skies,
Flying high,
Dreaming of loud beats,
Numbing my brain.
Chilling to my spine,
Chilling listening to loud,
Speakers leave you  feeling crazy,
Decimate every thing that kills your vibe to maintain stabilization,
People want some something false, and haven't realized the situation,
All these shadow people have me hazing in the daze.
Peace, love, unity, respect: my eternal realm of cohabitation.

 Reality catches up and tears us down, and only some of us get up and some of us stay drowned,
Lungs adjusted to speakers,
We party to the speakers in the air,
Lungs adjusted to loud,

 Trippy because the two of them work great together,
Expression and careless behavior leads to fun and loving the speakers,
Loving the loud,
Chilling on the clouds of snow flakes.
Her being my main intake and feel her whispers into our nose, and love living in the skies, we are adjusted to the drowning pool filled with Pandora's normal and abnormal, Freaking out in your head about how you love the speakers as it caresses and possesses you, yet her caressing can be quite a blessing, as you are all finally realizing that this place is not truly Purgatory no matter what the shadows might have to offer you,
deliverance from what we want, which is the way of being lifted to the feeling, to the smell hitting your lungs from supremely endearing speakers,
heart controlling your minds ability to control our new age rock and rolla,
Reckless intent is a truly a beautiful gift,
Thank you,
You are reason that people like us love living on edges,
Knowing the consequences of embracing the fruits that you left to offer.

 The fruits of our labor as we try to apply stabilization to the shadows deployed to apply despair,
Together forever we all stay together to the smell, and whispers from speakers,
 I myself love the smell of glorious loud speakers,
And forever will I want to burn with you and we become apart of them,
 We can't be expecting jubilation all the time because shadows of reality will not let you rest on your terms,
So we all try our best to find something we love, and making that  our superb achievement,
Driven by the fruits from the box left behind only to be opened,
What is success really?
Everything you've could have ever wanted,
But never needed,
Even the speakers don't always speak,
Shadows of reality,  
Cast  darkness, gripping me slowly and I need our speakers to set in before we pass out to sleep.
At least nourishment for the body because no matter what we are human,
Tied together by roots of history that can be made to look like an unsolved piece to our civilization built on our backs,
Spirits break with or without the smell.

 Thank you because the speakers will cast light upon the shadow warriors that make it their work to take our florescent force of life,
We live with pain,
We grow with it,
We  want to need it until we have it,
Clouds taking my head to to new heights as loud and flakes of snow take me to the smell of speakers offered by the box left to be opened,
God bless everything,
We do appreciate it,
What can we get from this?
Love what we have and be glad no matter where, you are alive to make beautiful mistakes, that you wouldn't want to take back,
chill out and enjoy the speakers erupting, your mind rolling on the hills that turns into the mountains to heaven,
We all have a chance or two to gloriously make it through the fire.
Speakers blast loudly and proudly,
Speakers blast relaxation,
Meditation,  
And the ability to honestly assess difficult situations.
Speakers let me live to learn.

   We burn to make the beautiful clouds appear,
No fear,
In the air tonight,
Light shines,
Brilliance sparks off, in obscurity our light of divinity ignites.
It spreads to us all.
If I can ride and you feel what I am saying,
Thanks for coming on this nonsensical trip,
Because the speakers share the loud that I swim in.
Recklessly learning, so we smoke grass,
Carelessly snorting, exalted snow in our nose, let the beauty amass
The flavor of rum compliments what we provoke.
Every day is a party, whether with or without coke.
They might say we have a problem, and we do.
The coke plays tricks on our minds, it  activates in a very particular way,
Two hours later Snow White accentuates the high,
It some how pushes us through the stratosphere and the majestic sky.
We love it.
There's truly not enough of us,
It can be a lonely life,
And we live it fast.
Speakers are dying down, reality becomes more crass.
But We still spark vibrantly.
Through it all  we can gain resilience,
That box is amazing.
And let us be thankful for our lives as human beings, ever more cruising and blazing.
Let us be thankful that we are able to make mistakes and overcome and succeed in gaining wisdom.
Loud for us forever generates moments of sublimity,
The thrill of enjoying life on the edge feels so euphoric,
So the loud trees produce a more spectacular picture for me, metaphoric and alagoric and you all to cherish every moment flying with the clouds, or playing in the snow, and being irresponsible, yet aware because we just operate within the shadows that we should never fear,
Speakers say what they want, truth and harmony eternally reside here.
Written by Jonny212
Published | Edited 12th Jul 2015
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