I emit my lah...

Oblivious to my rented surroundings, I'm thought struck
my mind travels in spacious metaphors of smoke
intertwined as such elope is euphoric I hoped
tragedy is true loss of your moments in parted seas
The smoke, the lah cloud so telling in secrecy
my ears are deafening, can't hear your alchemy
soft in pleasantry, mystic vapors
float to daemonic lands and show me a picture
richer and richer, thicker and thicker, eyes wide shut to your latent endeavor
one day, ill past between the levels of smoke in a drastic circumstance of purple lotuses
what a sight to envision your soul in transition
smoke fills the air, so shared as the eyes glare
I'm chasing perfect circles that contort in despair
thanks to all my readers that got this far
a small gesture to the whole in this epic of lah
ha ha, let me stop and levitate like that gray cloud
protruding like spore-fungus budding in the wild
In slick metaphors the cloud enters me
filling with daemonic intent destroys me
creating natural newness beyond me
causing a cataclysm of mindful oddities
Or insightful follies through the smoke ideology
tamed are most spirits unknowing of one's soul
creeping and crawling through life so gall
watch the perception fall when the smoke is beckoned
I leave on this note, just cherish my insurrection.