As I poke
At
A
Star flower
I see that
It is not pure white
Like
The
Rest but
Has a vaporwave
Winter scene on it
I am dumb founded
Yet feeling festive
For
Christmas

A wise man from the sky
Not buddha
But hippocrates
Comes back to wrong the wrongs
Of those like mengele
While the Chakra
Float overs his head
Indicted the
Highest intelligence
And wisdom

A girl who love weat fields
Has died
From unknown
Causes
But she has not
Left a hole
In those she loved for every
Autumn
She popps up in the sky close
To the great Dipper
As comfort to everyone
She has touched.

In New york
City
It is invaded by
Giant hedgehogs
Bigger then the
Empire state building
This is not
Talltale or
Hallucinations
Just ask my
Friend
He saw it.

The rainbow
There is not *** of
G o l d in the end
Of the
R a I n b o w
But it is good look and love

Is
The
Northern
Lights
Or
souls
Of
The
******
Swimming
In
The
Riv­er
Styx
Within
hades

I hate traffic lights so
Much
That I
Thought myself
To mediate
And be calm
So I can focus all
My negative
Engery and karma
On making them
Explode
With my mind

The sand mandala
The center of all
The universe
And cosmos and
Mankind
Teaching us that
All is doesn't last
Long
Then the sand swepted up
And poured into
A stream.

The mountains
Poking up
Into the sky
Beyond the clouds
In the realm of the deities
Once going up there is
Usually no way down
For you are at the mercy of the deities.

As I go
On imvu
Though drama filled
I talk
To my love
The one true
And imagine
And dream the
P o s s i b I l I t I e s
With him.
This is almost a vaporwave romance
Gone right.