Critique/PIMP my poem please

My Sea Turtle

Surfs these streams day N night

Looks at Peace on a bright pacific reflection.


White chaos storms until ebb

Flowing great shifts of moving motion

Matters about His big blues emotion
like water ways
and path journs
He steers his neck free of the mindless
Those herded by ignorant
Those that hoard herds of ignorance
Lonely and Justified
Crazy
Love abundant
Wearing the pendant in his rising heart
He see the horizon
An Orange Haze
above the surface waves
Truth lies deeper
not Farther
Magnetic hasty pace evoking wonderous beauty

Loose lost and drifting.
Into Flip flopped fin dives
For salty love and
bubbly tears.
Starting from the top
Breathing only to hit a rocky bottom
Where kelp helps forest become aware
Of leering dangers
An erosions Despair

A wolfs cub
Eaten
BY the
fallen dream
a safe landing
On a left scaled shell
Shields the scatter of mind.
Vortexing voices venture
Advents stuck
In a time of all kinds
How sea green turtles learned wings
Late turn
grey sky and pulled to
A full Moon
Frozen articulation
By a corrosive greased gear.
Broken wings
Hope
To the sun, stars mattering moons, mars and more...more...more....more.....more....more....more..me
Cold Kapha Colors bend a mucus spectrum
Float on
First....
remember
To breathe.
Embraced
What wonders life wait for...eternities are to die for.