There’s a certain kind of type That always does it right Elicits smiles and tears In the space between your ears The only sort of religion

There’s a certain point Where I put down my joint And fucking end you

I embrace your wild side And all that it entails Presence, passion, overkill And dirt beneath my nails

Had a day that felt like two Glad to be at home with you Sight for sore eyes, love exude Now at peace since I smelled Moo

You are eternal. Your essence will always exist. You will always be, You. Enjoy it!

Old school Playing a groove of the used to Small few Hailed by hipsters and still cool Lo-fi

When they say “Two wrongs don’t make a right.” What I hear is “Don’t confuse justice with spite.…

You have physicality And I have my mentality You’ve already lost the fight So give it up and say “Good night…

You say this I say that We are caught in a rat trap Take a breath Step it back

Jeffrey is my friend Until it’s the end Always gonna be There if he needs me

Ev’rything about my life Tells me that you’re poison If you’ve ever heard of me You know I don’t listen

I’m not sure how I’ve come this f… From sinking pit to shooting star. Could it be when I loved my scars… Or when I chose to be this bard? Maybe, it happened, as a lark.

Little chipper 'munk Primal, honest, cheeky, sweet Sugar in my ’shine

I like to watch... an ant traverse a grass forest a flower unfurl in moonlight a muskrat reap trifolium a leaf quiver in mid-day breeze

Somehow when I write It comes out in time Words seem to flow out In a catchy rhyme Things just sorta happen