the sky is blue, trees are green, the ground is wet, stabbed in the spleen... vision blurred, squinting -- stirred... white fluff: the beauty in your eyes, your face puffed, the clouds dont lie... venting pollution, poisoning you in the process, static pulsing radio station, your silent protest... the sky is blue, shadow precipitates to your lips, faces forming in the clouds, we've become just another blip... the trees are green, dense forests sprawl through infinite space, im plagued in a nutshell with bad dreams, wearing a mask with the jesters taste.
Breakdown into single lines, when I read didn't get a good flow, but you have some creative skill with you. If you improve it you can be the one of the best in writing.