psychedelic flowers are always in bloom
a butterfly effect of plausible outcomes
i seek the surrealism, romancing the stars suits me
causation of reality, i seek the realm of truth
locked inside a magick mirror gaze
with the devil
sanguine emotions, to wither or to birth?
satin buttons & velveteen embraces
a child's plaything loved to pieces
tattered & torn but in their eyes, eternal

by fire, the great demon of desolation comes into focus
dredging horrors that sour the stomach

the universal sensation of nausea rises
Fear climbs in through the minds back door

an army of crooked teeth align the path
a sinister tongue lashes with sulfur breath & smells of spiritual carnage

sleep paralysis of the human will
Oh God shaking and starting to doubt self consciousness

Melancholy-
The shadow I slip inside of.
Longest is-
The exhaled breeze, I faint slowly into.
Withered are the mid-morning flowers,
Craving oasis, they slumber,  awaiting respite from the incensed heat.
In pursuit of the lofty endeavours,
With emphatical absolution- we greet this morning's golden rays.

Chipmunk in transit, such a graceful being of stars graces us by day break
Robin & rabbit emerge from foxholes nights
Shaking off the encroaching chirps of daybreak rhyme
Wild animals roam around this waking utopia,
Wild flowers bid adeui in their various shades of colours,
The vibration of life is upon us now
Its the all consuming fire

psychedelic flowers are always in bloom
a butterfly effect tirelessly resembles the Sphere
watch her purple majesty unfurl after...
dusk's descending wings of destiny
alignment of space & time-
celestial kaleidoscope of heaven's taste
meteoric rise of colours & vibrations
the mothership of destiny slips on by
forevermore to be one with the ocean of stars