I write poetry Put my heart into it ‘Cause there just might be Someone that gives a shit

We gave our world to Father Time To fill our pockets up with dimes While Mother Nature sits and crie… And waits for us to open eyes

She is the one I call my life And nothing like Her sweet and spice So if you want

Working towards Common goals

I wish that you could see myself The way that I see me Then maybe I might be the one That you would call lovely

I crave the things I like And not the ones I don’t If that makes me an addict, then Apologize I won’t

I thought that she Could be the one I thought that we Were having fun And then I spoke

Wish I was a shepherd With a flock of sheep Sitting on a hillside Grass beneath my feet Watching over loved ones

Fumbling in the dark Searching for my clothes Looking for a girl With my third eye closed

Each moment at hand Is open invitation To the promised land

I’m such an ass You don’t even know Devoid of class No love to bestow I plant despair

If we would just ask Mother Nature for answers We might find our truths

I can blend seamlessly Because I find parts of me In ev’ryone I see

If this world’s taught me nothing… It’s that you have to fend for sel… From gnashing teeth and twisted mo… Or sneaky fox in the hen house

I was born for this Reflexes like a puss Even when I’m pissed