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
If you’re satisfied with yourself And the world you live in Is that your cue To start again?
I’m just looking for An open invitation To bathe you in love
I guess I write poetry I just vomit my soul onto paper I don’t know what else to call it but, poetry
Mostly I want To be myself Something special To someone else
Sittin’ in a patio chair Breathin’ in the cool night air Listening to the breeze Rustling leaves in trees I’m being the love of life
The Earth is my Mother The Heavens my Dad I love my Father But I’m a Momma’s boy at heart
I choose to be The Most Unclean So you can see The God in thee
I want the weird one The one that everyone says is not… That one has created a Self That one I can love
I’m a take no prisoners kind of ma… A knockdown, drag out, hang if you… Calculating, ruthless, no fear Nothing to lose, nothing held dear Use you up, throw you to the curb
Rain, rain wash away All the stains of yesterday Here I stand, made of clay Mold me into my today
I have no tricks. I have no sleeves. I have only me. And that’s enough.
If we would just ask Mother Nature for answers We might find our truths
Sometimes I think I’ve lived a ha… And then I remember I’ve never been a teenage girl
I had to shut everyone out To find my Self So I could let everyone in