Everyday - Jamiroquai















*SIGHS*


manifesting poetic expressions,
from poetic depression
painful blues,
to
colorful, visual hues

Intoxicated off a broken heart,Malcolm's rage
and a smooth Langston Hughes

I'm the encrypted words to Mile's jazz tunes

The Fahrenheit to Love's aroma
Obsession perfume
I assume

*stop and breathe for a second*

"now resume"





j*BB%r!sh tends
to leak from my pen
when
there is not a single word to express my feelings

no bat cave
no red phone in the glass case
only a star distant from astronomy
praying to God
because Grey's anatomy couldn't give me heeling's



*stop and breathe.....you losing them kid*

"get back to your dealings"


is this poetry?
or
po-e-trying to be a poet?

verbally,venting
frequently,fucking
lustful,literature like
a
hoet?


*shrugs*

regardless of what you consider it
it sure feel's good getting it
out my system


lyrically disturbing groove's
on sleepers like
the sys.....


Fuck it!

you can finish this write
I'm just not in the mood right now
(sorry to leave you hanging)