As you send message
Saying that you love
And the you worship
Me
I know you are potentially
A Buddhist monk
If years beyond mine
Time passes
My heart opens to you
And I wonder what
Tantric deeds
You may do to my
Senual body.

As I buddhist
I must say that
Alcohol and pills
Are not the answers
To suffering
You are killing your
Inner unicorn
With painful suffering.

If your hands are
***** then
You cannot open your eyes
For karma is a biohazard.
Guilt is contagious.
Think with clarity
And wash your hands
Ya filthy animals!!!

During the Cold War
There was an
Angel
Who was fed up
With death
Grabbed a nuke
And
Started it away from Earth
Potentially saving the humans.

These days
There are more wolves
Instead red riding hoods
Those who are
Wearing red
Are vulnerable
My weapons is my mouth
And my minds
Pick your’s carefully.
Out smart the wolves.

When I was a kid
I developed
A unicorn horn
The people with three eyes
Seemed nice
Yet innerally cruel
Bullying.
Kind nest and mindfulness
kind people are
Are trending
the best prenders

As I see a
Boeing jet
Take off
Form the airport
So fat and so happy
I can feel
The freedom
It’s gaining.
How I wish it was me.  

As I see a Boeing jet
Land
At the airport
Still fat and still happy
I feel like a captive
For it is not free
Due to weather and gravity.