Free Cee Segulls Soar On Sorrow Street

SEAGULLS SOAR ON SORROW STREET I to suffer such insufferable grief I to suffer being a thief I to veer from this avenue I to steer from this street I to find the fork and foe I to find a road where roses grow Where wearing white means pristine scenes And blue means supple breezes that blew I to tread intrepidly upon tremulous trails I to be all that being entails All the industrious endeavors and goals By all us wondering and wandering souls I to discover and uncover facts finally found I to discover to where I am bound I to be granted far greater ground Midst the sound of seagulls on sand so sublime Where a backdrop of beauty bides its time I to cull myself from this cul-de-sac of crime Shackled by shameless and desperate desire pitifully progressing from the dire to a fire Cuffed to a rough exterior displayed Undaunted, uncouth, and unabashedly unafraid I to find the end of my load I to find a bend in the road I to travel where angels abound I to go where buds of dreams grow from the ground I to exist where astronomy will ever astound I to soak sublimely in that seagull’s sound I to live where equality and tranquility abound Oh, if only my years of depravity could be retroactively rewound © 2013 copyright PHREEPOETREE…..~free cee!~