Heavenly Pointed Pathos

Stream of consciousness poem I have written my self. I suppose they are my immediate sentiments for the moment. I would love for feedback.

Your actions cover  me like molasses stars drip and dangle on heavenly planes

 blowing pool shots for my love the God,

  Oh sweet supplementation for life's yearning to live. 

Oh man how it could be yet ironically couldn't my sweet tenderness for your soft embrace. 

They burn deep within my whiskey filled innards, which beat four times a day.beating four times a day. Oh Krisha consciousness have mercy on me. 

As as you all seem (capitalist pigs) I just can roll with you. Same for you Jesus Christ, Allah, Mohammad, Moses, Buddha, and f**k you Darwin. Oh I have a God. He's quite sexy. He's just absent minded.