The star
Flower
Is
Showing of
A nebula of
Starts
Instead of
Pollin
What will the bees do.

As I hold up
My little glass triangle
I see the sun light be
Sperated into
A beautiful
Rainbow
Just like pink folyd.

This is decoration
A leaf is not t
A painting
But a portal to space
Where while i
Was talking a picture of it
Nearly got ****** it.

As I go
And mediate
Fire burst in to
the poalms of my hands
And purple on my crawn chakra
Wierd.

There in
The humans society
Live a fat
Cat
Who dreams
Of space
And its wonders
Dream big cat
Dream big.

Ahhh sleep
This
Is the time
When my
P
T
S
D
Wants to play
but ******* I
Want to sleep
Instead of p l a y I n g
All night.

It
Is
Hard
To
Let
Go
Of
Your
First
Love
When you're were made
For each other.

As I
Hear the
Cricket
In
My house sing
As i fall asleep
I am
Instantly
Taking to a time
When the dipper was brighter
The crickets loud
Yet calming
As i practiced
Tae Kwon Do.

Every day
after the pub
I see this tree
With the Jacko lanterns face
On it
Is it carved or
Shove it in
The face haunts
Me
So one day I go visit the Facebook tree
To see for myself
With out driving by it.

My
Hand
Holding
A piece of
Mirror
No
I am
Not going to
Do something
Stuoid
I
Hold it
I love the perfect triangle of the shard
Then I put it down
And go on my way
Triangles are my favorite
Shape