Pink blossomed trees leafs of angel's toch.

Flawless trunk brown sugar sap.

Caps full or growth a sky poured scene.

Colors hues and dreams a painters brush.

Eye lash of a guy long paint strokes.

Canvas of white blank now full of great sight.

All experience, placed on the canvas motion of each idea gesture remade.

Hay, you I seen you on the news are you turning a hundred and two.

Because if not I'm sorry for being rude.

Have a grand day as fire works color the sky for you.

Devils wear blood as there suit and gold as soul.

Dream I bend dream I dream alive.

Bring dark to darker, once under covers now the sheet glowing bright orange.

Evil staff places it's self away from its holder.

Mind of its own, it shatters the sky liquid metals fall claps and grasp, for the sights of medal beetles.

The sky bleeding metal steel at this point.

A skinned meaty finger then seen coming threw into world.

A stern rigid voice heard the villagers talking amongst each other.

Worry as the hand reache's for the trees.

Pulling them up slowly.

And as the Earth rumbles from the pulling of the trees.

You could see faces drenched in tears from the fright and might of this rigid hand.

Of all of the times I've seen your smile.

Not once was your beauty in shackles.

Or made of false paints.

You awake from slumber of knights of dreams.

Now voting on which team you will leave.

Your body is awesome, your hair un tangled your skin luxurious.

Gregarious, your style to life is going places of ancient times.

Loving life and meeting new out comes.

Beyond the moon your soul recites.


Cold space bright sun limitless from current place.


Zooming all ways forward.

Your beauty is so great.

Words can't describe the beauty you dictate

Hold your hair as doors shut you call for your friend.

You are a eloquent queen.

Not able to leave because you drank too much.

Spinning room as walls in-zoom into your reality.

You are my favorite taste to seem.

Dmt was great it's knowledge was brilliant.

Still you race threw my mind.

Always winning gold with those lips.

And the roundness of your hips.

Surplus, nights of fire and kegs asking you not too leave.

You received a cell call.

You left as I wonder where.

Each room empty.

Each day hovers a mild fog.