The stars go nova

Like many pop corns,

It makes for delicious dreams

Carmel feelings oozing a plethera of cornacopia

Then to see infinity for a moment

Is what you want delicately

Be there and not beware

Or bravely to open

The sky open like a giant rose

And a wrath of succulents

They come like hummingbirds

They arrive now

To be reborn.

The world is better

And yet it hides

As if in a cave

This opening place

For hearts and minds

Come my friends

Crawl inside

I have found lights

To flood magic

Into your life

With super nova juice

Delights.

Everything sings

And with a note of its own

Music in disconnect streams through space

Lost on a marble in a room of space

Rolling across the imagination

Things break from orbit

Into fragmented order

And then....

There are lies, damn lies, false labels, falser labels, stigmas, bull shit and the advanced bull shit.

And then there are infested slimy mouthed snake people.

How much of human reality is based on propagated mythology.

The truth might offend most pepple.

The need of some to explain a mystery is both baffling and disgusting.

I may really be onto something

HEALTH LINE GIVES 41 POSSIBLE CAUSES OF FEINTENING

ONE IS TEEN PREGNANCY.

YEA RIGHT THAT SOUNDS LIKE A GOOD REASON.

AND 40 OTHER BOGUS POSSIBLE REASONS EXIST!!!  

CAN'T IT BE SAID THAT YOU GUYS DON'T KNOW.  IS IT REALLY HARD TO SAY THOSE F ING WORDS   I FIND IT LIBERATING THAT THERE ARE UNEXPLAINED AND UNEXPLANABLE MYSTERIES OUT THERE.  PLUS YOU GUYS WILL NEVER BE GODS, SO DON'T EVEN TRY.  THANK YOU!

Too important not to mention again.

Why did it take crazy amounts of effort to get just a little something from life.

I am refering to a very tiny victory that seems big simply because I go months in life feeling empty handed or worse.

No, I am not giving a complete share mainly because I think you might laugh at me.

There is something

Screwy at how people describe opinion as facts full of obvious negativity, which they fail to see!  A radical failure in thoughts, oh my how fing lame.  No person is omnipotent!

Just turn.

O love of the places

In the dark with colored lights

Walking near her like a lion

The cave drips as I ponder

Mirror mirror

And I behold her image

Sweet cheeks and saturdays

Is the part I felt

Even quite sweet crows come

The night is lit beautifully

Dreams to compose

Stop you thief

Stop you thief

Looks like the world is slowly changing.

Perhaps there is a new light

Shining like the sun

As if like a waste wink

And there is love?