poetry?

i saw that my beloved sister has gotten herself into the world of poetry, which i do respect at its utmost possibility. I'm also a believer of words that are meant to be spread. 

my colors are like diamonds that shatter only in magnetic dreams where clouds become memories and clowns become mermaids. when the signs are up, fill up your cup for those who blew their luck, asking was it worth the fuck? Nowadays people say who wouldn't mind a buck? We shape the minds of cosmos in which only a rotating hub and flashing neon pathuras can dream. When the birds walk and the humans fly, there will be a single hope as if this single pope would rather smoke this dopest dope you can smoke. Handlebars aren't there to help you ride your bike, they're there so when you want to fly, they're always there to beside by. Like bikes. Like pipes, and even the blonde dykes. We're all here to enjoy this ride with no proper lights, bullshit, nor fights. Drink this bread, eat this wine and do this line. If you're on a dime, let me know and i'll take you there another time.