My vernacular is Far from spectacular. In my arrangement I’ll never change it. But I’m always after her,
Sound in my unwritten cloud Tangled and dripping turned Upside down. And the movement from creation Is glowing westward bond
Sometimes when I’m alone I begin to cry Because I know I have you Always by my side The thought of us
Work hard to Love her and Yourself Don’t be concerned With every body else
Death come for all us All of us alike... So why are we concerned With color and height?
You’re one of my best friends An amazing person But not good enough Again and again My heart’s worst end
If the sky is the limit And you have no fear Failure will give it To you in the rear So just go with what you got
Everyone is less optimistic Truth is far from simplistic The essence of can’t gets it But then she paid me a visit Made me look at
It has stopped me with purpose On purpose What did I do to deserve this Oh yes I live where absurd is
I was once walking down Pasture lane when crows flew over… Then I thought of subtle rain Pouring over the dead.... And golden sunsets bless this visi…
I write Not for tomorrow But for today Because tomorrow isn’t promised I promise
Can start with Difference Everything, you go with Same Do gets This but What remains.... Truth, do not wait
Conversations Over-grown Situations That plateau Habitations
I am the paper inked And I am the paper I am the thoughts that think And I am the thinker I am the final drink
My dreams sit on the wall. It helps them not to fall. Through the cracks in my head. I want this but that comes instead… I am how I am.
