Jamie Ellen Christian

Rookie ((1976-Present) / St. Louis, Missouri)

Fade To Purple


As if Im sitting on purple clouds
Covered in purple shrouds
Singing purple kissed melodies loud
The Purple Master himself would be proud

Gifted, these fragrant purple flowers
Soaking wet, drenched from purple showers
Lifted, high high high atop purple towers

Yet as I walk through purple haze rooms
Filled with purple phased fumes
Im enlightened by the purple tazed blooms
Purple vibes that remove crazed glooms

Hungry I appetize on purple wood blunts
To then feast upon a purple smoke lunch
Break bread, along with the purple grape bunch
Fade To Purple To Get Me Through The Crunch

Submitted: Thursday, May 12, 2011
Edited: Saturday, July 09, 2011

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  • Rookie - 3 Points Victor Ondieki (5/12/2011 11:01:00 PM)

    Awesome! That’s a good piece, so full of imagery, a well deserved 10, feel free to read and rate mine ““I DO NOT WANT TO LOVE YOU BUT I LOVE YOU” (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 3 Points Victor Ondieki (5/12/2011 10:56:00 PM)

    That’s a good piece, so full of imagery, a well deserved 10, feel free to read and rate mine ““I DO NOT WANT TO LOVE YOU BUT I LOVE YOU” (Report) Reply

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