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...