Iliterate Poet

A dumping ground for my works in progress.

1 Sept 2010

Rome

Ceaser, Ceaser it’s up to a geezer.
No Ebenezer he’s one that frees yah.
Temple for me in my heavenly glee
Without casting a stone I built my throne.
Adorned as an angel for my work I have done
This is my life and I’m having fun.
Architect of nature I’m your sum.
Seven mothers of the dawn we are the elders.
We called it so a long time ago.
Humour is a great manifestation
but is usually manipulation.
Remember to serve every island,
help to create your own heavenly gate.

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