MY OWN ENVELOPE PARTY

i’m welcomed to my own own envelope party!
yeah! yeah! yeah!
writing letters at the seams
multiple colored dreams
fantasies and a spelled out intention
reading it all out, so that all could be mentioned

tearing open the paper for a surprise
the secret in here to advise ::: the reconciliation is closed
i supposed it was because the bridge could not be crossed
apparel sequencing nonetheless flossed
the steps removed and tossed
anchoring exploitation is the name
‘bossed’ by recurring screens
littered in the eyes of incapable means

when wishing to dethrone the idea of home, my expectations sprint like the legends of rome.
emblematic of an extravagant moonlight affair, my apparel crafted a tailored flair.
dismissing the evidentiary notion. seeking rivers or oceans instead.
as the bed doesn’t lie. the mind can cry opposed to the big picture but verified by in nuance.

seeing what’s caught in between.
but begging for the green to be worn like jeans.
understood are the roles played. they can’t all relay because their actions play a part.
contradictory elements within the genes . bullying the pressure to let go and release the SCREAM.
all over and on and on.
composed in note and pattern
without the visitation of exact correlation or by the planet Saturn!

(this poem / song came to me in a dREaM. i was at my old church, and there were multiple envelops thrown into the air while this song was being sang by the congregation. the dREaM ended by me being toppled over by a woman who sat on me after the last note was harmonized. very colorful indeed but i don’t know what it could mean?) 😂😅🤣