Daily 16 #24

Three-dimensional;

Open space.

A beat to listen to;

A holy place.

Same dude.

I ain't changing face;

Changed dilemmas.

I live my way

On an Indian Hill.

These words I spill

Can make you think

And make you feel.

In an open space:

Half drunk,

Got an open case.

Not one could take my place.

Look through the microscope.

Examinate behaviors in a blind date.

The days my pockets broke

I hoped to find my lifemate.

If you're lost

Let the music delegate.

In a backwards city

Where every woman's pretty.

I'm a snake in a garden

With a voice on my back.

Talking to the squirrels and rats.

My habitat is an Ancient Roman habitat.

This is not the colloseum,

This is Pompeii; this is where the love is at.

The merchants line the curb.

The sun is in the sky.

Money lines my pockets.

All the earth is mine.

Have you taken time to listen?

An intermediary can interpret words in a book.

On cold nights we shook,

Listening to verses and hooks.