Exotic Purple Ghetto & Becoming European

blue-violet television existence so untrained while gazing into negligence; our erotic passions lusting or casual over overt titillation while something negates our fraught haven dreams; tropical desires and cactus frustrations this realization this drought those peanut butter and syrup sandwiches; to listen while drilling into souls where something so young carries over a dozen centuries; our existential gospel this land by wants and needs while mother is boiling eggs; our days filled by activities for nighttime means no lights and birthday candles are running low; we rush to sleep in dire expectation of tomorrow as tossing by cities into our screams; but change was fortifying and life is formidable as creatures fretting so many strangers; such saving grace and faces became familiar while fiddling with an air-hawk skateboard; removing and replacing the bearings screwing and unscrewing by stripped wood or making a go-kart. Time becomes bestial looking into idle mentalities while shooting the dozens is certain to lead to aggravations; but fair was low and cities over there and when hungry anything seems edible; this metaphorical picture those dreary islands while realizing they too experience droughts; this deep appetite for something unkempt where appropriate everything begins to suffocate; such tension with life those candies we dare not eat or nights thrown into violence; souls living through negation and women filling pits and knitting futures and a bit content with one to share it with. Our masked prides die in true compassion where one needs to drop a tear; so distrusting and needing adventure while monopoly night seemed incredible; those funning times those effaced times while our reality is a bit hostile; but over there is use of something deep this pain our mothers siphoned; this controlling element this sickness in dialogue where both vocals and silence cause mood shifts; but dreams are freedom where freedom is not cheep while goats often strike gold before sheep. And speaking of scripture and dying this living life—as but kingly bibles resting in out mental libraries; this eagle in us this midnight shine in us or this glory so faith-driven in our sins: African lions or Ethiopian lioness or on occasion to meet a European panther: as never a thought to something encrypted or such cryptic damsels where one might become dear to something we need; our peasant position our plebian political stance at something becoming terrific; such paradox or plain crazy talk while faces are racing over this third-eye.

wild cat eyes a somber elation or somewhat possessed—so familiarized with this interior person so powerful and wrestling anti-sociable thoughts—or confused by unwritten laws needing something more concrete and finding that one is a bit vengeful; so conflicted with silence so far away from an old ghetto where one has absorbed the European culture; purely exotic as something foreign where reality makes such little sense; warring with an inner crystal or rummaging a soul’s psyche so close or so distant but smiles are so marvelous. Nor is life gentle at rigorous lessons so suffused by destroying the competition—a wild hyena a fierce and glamorous lover or something like energies mistaken for pure holiness; so charged as to die fame or alive but dead and wrestling predicaments at something too perfect to grip; our adult lives our corners upon this earth where many need and want someone ravishing; or something quite confusing while looking at something like formulae to realize this exact essence lives in every living quarters. Our souls hunting for substance where we experience greatness while so much is incumbent upon an invisible whisper; those boiling proclivities or those years struggling injustice or this deep creature forced to obey rules; our days void of existence our needs so flamboyant at something supporting our deeper whims; so desperate to find completion or so filmed by a true confidant where reality is multiplicities.