Fun.D;.Mentals
play only for the fun d;
ego will beg to be ‘the one’
pressures build to be the ‘sun’
be assured with a curly score
lepricons leap and say be more
Elements beeping deep at core
Art this is, where we’re to go
Mental road of a man made flow
Fun it is but it’s a bit slow
stale the taste if a mix is low
elixir
a texture of syntactical
pleasure… for sure.
it pleases me.
;p s
I don’t have a ‘coffer’either...
Smokin cup of coffee perhaps, yes…
First ... Be Naked.
.. and when they discovered that their shame had covered them...
their flesh was removed and they were naked, before themselves....
flesH <~
self
I am myself.
MYself
I sing...
HYM
With you...
OUR self
... we begin. hear.
Copyright © Izzy Gumbo | Year Posted 2010
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