my iii's are formed thru metaphors--
flow thru my river of
multi-syllabics--
see my
lyrical tears--
feel my cyber-anguish--
at the same time--
relate to the good times--
feel the sunshine--
excuse me...sunshYne
as if it rested upon your shoulder--
you should try floating down the street to
my rhythm within*
i be
scrapin the world with fine-toothed combs...*
smoothin' out my dents with words that relax
soothing the mental muscle--
purusing the everyday hustle and bussle--
cruising down memory lane--
without a care
a worry
a trouble...
y'all should journey with me*.
luv.
sean.