Sensor

Clouds lie on nothing
Cum
Sky lies on clouds
Dirty Sex
Meditation is creation
X rated lack of Masturbation
Clouds lie on nothing
Ckc
Sky lies on clouds
Suicidal sex
Creation is meditation
Cretinous thoughts of cartoons
Wanna be a priest?
Split:

What sensors the mind of a poet?
The hand? The editor? The money maker?
God deleting a poem from the mind of an arch angel?
As if no one ever heard it.
Are people sensitive enough
to each other to know what not to think? Or who never to read despite curiosity, warning and Intuition.
Do we really need to channel our most evil sentences to catapult our pussys beyond the orgasm of tainted love and light into bliss?
Or is heavenly bliss a little too high for us to touch and come down to earth from all at once?
When you're limited to one language is it easier to shit on your life's works compared to beings who reared it, reread it and transmute it into something worse or more glorious an original black, white or neandethol rap?
As if graffiti painters could just throw out their original out of use can of paint life on this pure yet not easily offendable green earth, and not be remembered with some offense?
Do graffiti poets point the quickest way to angelic equity or should we be more like the original poets of the past?
Who's crazy now?
I never felt crazy, just do crazy, glory and  so ask me to comprehend it for you, well shit... I am as beautiful and original as your tiny fresh out of the box robot sex dolly that turned me on then turned me off for what seemed a lifetime.
When does the sensetivity really kick in?

I sence you're free from fear
That's why you came here
To read this poem dear
Find yourself beyond rhelms
Watch your mouths move
Feel how they tell m'
In a mirror God's loves smiling now
Grow your feathers on the back of swanlings
As you lay down under goose eiderdown
Who forgives beyond their strongest measures
And brings peace to those earth bound ears
Where you began
Without a whisper
You how free
You're flowing now
Reconsile
But know such limits
As your heart
That's praying loud.