Tweaked Write

Evaporating vapor of mist lingers in the air      
Gazing bright eyes grow wide      
Faced with a dilated stare      
Clouds of thought storm my mind                
This feeling of ecstacy is truly sublime      
Freedom to do anything and a drive to roam far    
I become the tires of a speeding car                
The concentration from mindful meditation    
Merged as one with the rush    
Of an adrenaline sensation      
Apathy replaced with optimism                
Poetry flows smoothly                
Like a subtle bass rhythm                
I couldn't ask for a more fulfilling feeling                
Sitting on clouds beyond heaven's ceilings                
Illuminating light from my incandescent halo
The glass which I named to suit its purpose                
Heated to emit smoke of thick bright white                  
Reflecting a glare of light so gorgeous                
Double-glass transparent beauty                
Beholds the most magnificent crystals                
A wet rag defines extraordinary                
When it cracks back the contents              
Inside of a great white pookie            
As I am spinning my elegant burning halo                
I absorb the energies from these crystals                
Through the power of their breathtaking glow  
Halo patiently awaits                
For Crystal's clarity to dissipate                
Tweaking my reality                
Through a methamphetamine intake                
I keep striving to find bliss                
In a life of blight                
Happy and sleepless                
In the pitch black dark of night                
Liberating my oppression and perceptions              
Deeply seated in the confines of my mind              
An open window vents every single line        
Extricating my introverted life              
By writing shitty poetry                
Thanks to a blue flame on a crackpipe