After another cup of divine Joe
and a white Zig Zag stuffed with heavenly flowers,
I begin to realize just how delusional I was in this life of ours.
In the middle of green,
I sat under trees that exposed the morning hue.
A pink line where the mountains lye reflected lightly on morning due.
What to do?
Sounds of robotic machines fill the air causing quiet mass havoc.
Rotten pollution killing the pure soul off this mad planet.
I've had it.  I've had enough of these
white devils behind the blood stained Kurtains.
Be a righteous rebel, lead and define your own life,
for death is certain.
But death only the beginning of eternal journey..
The soul lives on forever.
Time doesn't exist.
Their is no 1993, nor October through September.
In this life of two legged animals,
we move in similar directions..
Like clouds in the sky,
different shapes and forms of reality and perception.
Its Knowledge for every breath you and I take,
every moment state.
I demonstrate the technique of ascending above Dimension 78.
Only the writer knows the true message
in the bottle he found near the pacific waters.
Only the rider of the travel machine
pedals full throttle, crystal clear of specific monsters,
with postures of angry fathers and maniacal laughter
after pigs slaughtered...

In my dream the drive is nonstop flame
with hints of eternal love and force.
Open the doors out the dream world,
let the essence of Kolor invade your bloodstream.
I cannot stop this feeling I feed heavily.
I am a bad drug with a brain and a heart beat of a lion, half sheep.
Across the indigo sky where the flower may be,
the paradise behind the door cry's and the wind acting of life
kisses everything in its path of gold textured knowledge.
The Luna dancing with the stars in a drunk motion,
Kosmik block fiesta.
The loaded planets flirting with its neighbor Kreating more Love
to water the flowers and roses until they drown in the energy
of divine spirit.
A god in a 60s head smoker,
A drunk and ****** flower in the garden of Love.
Nonsense of the most soulful.
I stand before the moon with a flower from the future in my hand
for the Queen of Universal Love.
A simple yet natural complex Kraft Kreated with star dust
and stuff of the Kozmo flow.
Dazed and Confused. Blazed and Amused...

I am more than half insane
I am a walking drug with a boom bap heart beat
A giant tree with an old soul and thinking box
Where did the time of life go?
**** simple poetry. **** false meaning. **** society life.
Cruise on the wings of eternity
Live for your soul which is one with all soul
Eternal Love in a box full of dead roses...