Rain, rain wash away All the stains of yesterday Here I stand, made of clay Mold me into my today
I choose to be The Most Unclean So you can see The God in thee
I stretch your being You respond with shocked intrigue Sparks dance in-between
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
I might be self-absorbed But I’m not selfish I work on Myself Because that’s the best way For Me to help Us
Ever been great at Balance? Then you understand Why I tip my scales.
Little chipper 'munk Primal, honest, cheeky, sweet Sugar in my ’shine
I guess I write poetry I just vomit my soul onto paper I don’t know what else to call it but, poetry
Saw a sliver of a liver tonight Juxtaposed against the pale moonli… Not really sure which one of those… The deepest parts of me yet to ign…
I’m just looking for An open invitation To bathe you in love
Agile Mobile Versatile Tactile Virile
I had to shut everyone out To find my Self So I could let everyone in
Because you exist Is the best reason For you to persist
One reason I know Our love is first rate, We don’t have to talk To communicate.
I am homeless Not because I live in my car But, because my home is in the arm… And I forget what that feels like