Im just star gazing tree blazing doing my mind right the worlds mine for the taking
aint got time for the one’s who be nothing but faking a few hits form my stash will leave dazed and confused and my fists will have your face battered and bruised
strike like lightning with speed so frighting blitzkrieg attack leaving no time to react came ot conquer the throne that resides to the kingdom in the sky
a place i now call home cloud hopping yea im in my zone stuffing raw cones smoking for insight  isn’t life a delight? as we set ours on course and proceed with a journey some
are predetermined even decided at birth a few cruise hoping they wont loose we seek out a light from with in the darkness gaining meaning and knowledge as one’s mind blossoms
to carve it’s own path take some time out to sit back and laugh grow to enjoy your presence on this earth one day you’ll wonder what it was all worth with out the
availability of a rebirth so master all that you can at a young age you’ll learn to live in zen.
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Zen and swords, and clang.
Clang, clang, clang.
What does the sound of your heart make.
I believe in rebirths.
Immortal lives.
The journey will be long, ahead of us.
Conquer now, or perish.
Eventuality.
Sitting here, in my paradox throne.
Past. Present. Future.
Monologued.
Power of affinity, to beyond.
What is your sword, of the clang.
Why me.
Is like saying… blasphemy.
Like a balloon, waiting to blow up.
Man-made.
Mountains buried.
Plastic trash.
Armagedon crash.
Poison. Poison.
They bury our trash, within the hillsides, into the earth.
Into the dirt. I presume, by this moment in time.
Hillsides, and hillsides.
The populace.
Nowhere to run. Into the woods.
Madness.
The air is smashed.
Breathe in dire.
The truth.
Makes my path.
Conquer, in peace.
My friend…….
Run. To the moutains.
Be somewhere. Safe.
^_^
Armagedon, as in .. fire fire
(Armagedon as in) Asteroids crash will be in the future, though. Such dire impact consequences, it truly makes no sense.
Cosmic brilliancy, it makes no sense.
Mmm….. The Cold war.
Top secret.
Code: F’ed Red Alert.
The plan.
Humanity Re-construction.
All ya’ll m32%#$^ can be yodas.
Create a system, inside the system.
Own, and own, and own.
Claim back! Freedom.
Do you not know?!
Sacre what?! Send these ones to Native-America. Ha ha.”
Fabian, Sebastian, comment ca va.
La vie en mor.
Mmm, la Native-Americain.
Destroyer of eco-system.
There were bros, back in our time.
Probably as lost, as all kind.
A satanic sabotage.
Since the birth of our modern humanity, civilization.
Abaddon.
Men of death, in our year books.
Babylon.
Before I get lost…
Time is just a cycle, that they live on.
Reaching random depths.
If so, something is in control.
For all we are. We are only ants.
We the people…
Anything can f#@$n happen.
No one is in control.
I don’t know.
I can and I want.
Affinity.
Sparkle, fly.
Fly =)
Sparkle-fly.
Pokémon!
Didn’t Ash Catchem ride on his butterfree? (Wonders how massive they may actually be). And how fast. They probably more the cruiser, nonetheless, their flight capability is invaluable.
Giant butterfrees… that’s too wild. They must be powerful, too. o_o
You can probably ride on a Butterfree is it’s level…….50?
i love your poem, Joker… reminds me of myself sitting on the shore at night beneath a star filled sky with a pipe and a dream and the just the breeze keeping me company.