If I had a Dime for every Line...

I can taste
the flavor
of the rainbow
those thoughts
drippin' from your neck
one's gotta kinda know this feelin'
see it,  instinctively, as it project

So, whose eyes spy  a 'word intellect...?'

so I send out to my world
in wide wonder,
as I wonder why
within this wonderous womb of words
have you not ever
had a few 'outta thin air'  
lines occur
to drop by mine's
to blow the hungry  a mind's verb's turd?

See... let me see,
let  me see
I let it  burst forth  
instinctively
it just comes to me,
as it envelopes
n' then disperses
just as swiftly

this creativity
this creativity...

see it flee, see it flee
risin'   as this verse
thru lips pursed
tossin' the wet spit
that quenches the thirst
whilst it  drenches thee,
still how can one be

how can they be
how can they see

so desperately
I try to relate what the mind's eye see
see, I'm a lost  sea of thought,
drownin' before I'm caught
caught as I sought the light in the life,
I'm wrought
full of more questions,
than answers... it's for naught
but I'm guessin'
this blessin' can't be bought
bought from any,
but  if I had penny,
yet for any price
at any price,  
how nice it'd be
but truly,
why would anyone
wanna put a price...on Poetry?
becuz if you were to ask,
I'd say...

"it's priceless to me..."