Vast Sunshine Revolution;
a war with words.
Butterflies, they make-believe
The glory is the Sun.
Which leaves teardops upon us.
Pink pervert, researches a
Cherish Hope beyond all else.
Everything else is an oncoming
disaster in an motor car accident.
Huge UFO’s deeply
dividing us, into a war of the worlds.
the vast cosmos embraces us,
by offerring the subtle unshaken handshake.
Prideful, and arognant ignorance
rejects any chance to be graceful
to anything misunderstood.
A sonic boom is the thing heard,
a punk-rocker, his remains become
roses among the concrete graffiti.
It’s a vast Sunshine Revolution
and a mix and blend of a cocktail
containing fragments of us