Words In a Jukebox

I speak words, rawly, but productively, Poetry Is the Passion, I compose, with A gleaming heart, that spins the souls of others, vibrantly shinning, among the rainbows, Colorfully booming, Tenderly In A jukebox, as my ego, grows up the beanstalk, like sun-use, Wisely owl, among expression to, its knowledgeable ponder, for those who listen, Do you hear, what I hear? Do you see, what I see? Do you know, what I know? Please take A step- back, and listen chary to it again, As I compose my lyrics, down on A sheet of white paper, for all the world to, see, Hear, and know, because We are worthy, in the eyes of God... Dedication to all SP "FAM"