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"Into The Heavens"- Photo Andrew Paul Kerr Copyright 2014 #japan #yokohama #andrewpaulkerr #artistsontumblr #artistsoninstagram #art #photography #nature #love  (at Yokohama Landmark Tower)

"Into The Heavens"- Photo Andrew Paul Kerr Copyright 2014 #japan #yokohama #andrewpaulkerr #artistsontumblr #artistsoninstagram #art #photography #nature #love (at Yokohama Landmark Tower)

"Yokohama Sunset"- Photo Andrew Paul Kerr Copyright 2014 #photography #andrewpaulkerr #japan #yokohama #beauty #nature #art #love #artistsontumblr #artistsoninstagram  (at Yokohama, Japan)

"Yokohama Sunset"- Photo Andrew Paul Kerr Copyright 2014 #photography #andrewpaulkerr #japan #yokohama #beauty #nature #art #love #artistsontumblr #artistsoninstagram (at Yokohama, Japan)

Inside the Revolution

When I go to sleep God spray paints the inside of my eyelids with a map
to salvation, It looks like television sets that have lost signal,
polar bears in a snow storm, I can feel the air around me it’s electric,
voices calling across a digital tundra of despair, Trees emerge on this tundra, trees on fire, melting pixels hit the ground, make no sound,
fake forests in swirling sound clouds, When I go to sleep cute boys
paint Monet flowers on the inside of my eyelids, Lip marks in the middle of each flower, paint dripping off their lips like honey, When I go to sleep I meet people who only exist in fiction and have perfect diction, someone somewhere once told me someday all of the rainbows will melt, and the world will stop, because it’s all just an M&M on the tongue of God, Bullshit
I think, No real shit says the voice of God.

Andrew Paul Kerr Copyright 2014

Cradle

We cradle our skeletons like we cradle the words flowing out of our lips filling the oceans with drops of destiny , we describe our love inside the skin of burning pianos, playing chopsticks on melting keys, lanterns In the sky spell “give up”, we shelter our souls like baby birds before a first flight then unleash them in the middle of New York rush hour, we whisper wholesome attitudes in the backs of crack dens hoping someone will eventually learn a thing or two , we get lost in the longitudes that run along our Navels, smoke stacks erupting into the pale orange sky our skin cracking and peeling like dry paint , melt us down , melt us down for your crown, we lie face down and drown in the vomit and piss of reality tv and bathe in the essence of eternity, what will we do when nothing is all we have , fuck eternity is an awfully long time to wait for the light to change, I’m in range of your skeletal structure and in proximity of your power , all I need is an hour to change your mind , then and now is all right now, we cradle our skeletons like we cradle our children , curled up in the deep end of the pool we listen to the sound of the world turning.

APK this is art or some shit.

Andrew Paul Kerr Copyright 2014

Gap is ready for this weekend :) #fashion #gay #love #andrewpaulkerr #photography #fab #japan #harajuku #art #gap #artistsontumblr #artistsoninstagram

Gap is ready for this weekend :) #fashion #gay #love #andrewpaulkerr #photography #fab #japan #harajuku #art #gap #artistsontumblr #artistsoninstagram

"Love is Lost"- Digital Andrew Paul Kerr Copyright 2014 

"Love is Lost"- Digital Andrew Paul Kerr Copyright 2014 

Diamondz in the midst of Demons

Diamonds in the midst of demons,
The canaries sing shaking off the ashes of silence that stick to them like a plague, nude men rise over the water levitating the voice of God comes over the loud speaker installed on the dark side of the moon, “in the future all will be well and hell will be behind us”. The men laugh and then cry all of them in unison, they fall back into the water dying violins are their anthem , telescopes focusing on the earths core see our souls churning turning the earth if even one soul is lost the earth will spiral into the moon, ending all of humanity in a whisper, sewing machines stitching the names of dictators onto Mickey Mouse ears, they were innocent once too, diamonds in the midst of demons this is the hour of the wolf and the only one howling is you.

APK

This is art or some shit .

Andrew Paul Kerr Copyright 2014

Inside

Crawling through your ribs I’m a caged bird who’s forgotten it’s song, looking out your eyes all i see is envy wrapped up in Chanel and Dior,
The couture of your soul doesn’t fit over your shoulders it just slips off leaving you naked and alone, vibrating in your ear drums I hear the sound of lullabies sung from the beginning until the end of the earth, leaking out of your lips on every other syllable there is no middle ground, I live inside a human shell painted like an ornate ghetto Chinese restaurant, crawling through your ribs, I am an after thought late night snack , but by God you have a really nice…. APK

This is art or some shit

"Depressive/Submissive"- Collage Andrew Paul Kerr Copyright 2014 #collage #fashion #fab #modern #art #japan #andrewpaulkerr #artistsoninstagram #artistsontumblr #depression #clinical #ink #love #rebirth #seattle

"Depressive/Submissive"- Collage Andrew Paul Kerr Copyright 2014 #collage #fashion #fab #modern #art #japan #andrewpaulkerr #artistsoninstagram #artistsontumblr #depression #clinical #ink #love #rebirth #seattle

Flowers Burned Alive

Your skin is slick like oil we glide over each other like wet fish swimming upstream, Love is always. been a fight against death, I bite your bottom lip as we kiss the taste of cherry filling my mouth erotic premonitions post traumatic pre space invader , I slide inside you a welcome guest in a house of mirrors, thousands of faces blend into one God is standing at the end of the steaming gun, your voice is like a whisper that follows me from birth to death, we just want to be lovely lying naked in a bed of flowers burned alive your ass is a delicate flower blooming just for me, obscene youth marches for equal rights, don’t give up the fight, climbing out of a well. Naked to tell you what time it is , there is no time where we are going , boys who smell of roses and taste like cherry Pie the American dream , steam rising from our backs like thousands of nuclear plants radiating love warefare, you grab my ass I pull your hair , we cradle each other’s souls to keep warm this is the season of serenity, observe on bent knees, your voice is a lantern in the storm , our bodies are the ships lost in the sea, kiss me, just shut up and kiss me.

Andrew Paul Kerr Copyright 2014 

Harajuku

This is art or some shit.