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
Just got off work. It’s raining, pretty cloudy. About to go bizirric Unless I blow some loudie.
Sound in my unwritten cloud Tangled and dripping turned Upside down. And the movement from creation Is glowing westward bond
The beginning is coming here Where we used to play Sometimes we would laugh Or walk all day Then our feet would rise from the…
I can keep going Because we’re here to stand It’s all the same And we make plans Thank you
I saw you... You saw me I saw you Then God was born Helen
Death come for all us All of us alike... So why are we concerned With color and height?
I punched a wall Then a built a house. I stepped on an ant. Then I saved a mouse. I cussed at my love
Sometimes when I’m alone I begin to cry Because I know I have you Always by my side The thought of us
My brain is on a Manual shift From the words that fall From your lips Come on now
Filling in the gaps Not completing the spots Laying in the Earth And thinking a lot I shout up to Heaven
God loves us all And has the answer... But Why are some babies born with canc…
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…
My finger dance over the page As my soul goes into my feet Her smile is like candy Oh so so sweet My friends tell me the truth
What is skin? Does it hold the soul in? So we can be forgiven? Yeah, race doesn’t matter. Oh it does?!
