Your thought forms beauty and beas… Your word produces joy and despair… Your movement brings life and deat… Your power creates your present.
Rain, rain wash away All the stains of yesterday Here I stand, made of clay Mold me into my today
My brain doesn’t work like it norm… It doesn’t think of the funny rema… Or witty sayings It doesn’t jump from scene to scen… Most of the time it’s too busy
I would be the worst Dom Ever. If a Sub said “Here is my being, Do as you like.” Only her pleasure and joy
Sometimes I will stare You’re just more interesting Than others in sight
Ever been great at Balance? Then you understand Why I tip my scales.
What if we stopped fearing and started loving? Loving the unique. Loving the different. Loving them.
You say you’re broken I see pieces made to fit You say you don’t know I see the truth hidden in it Hidden in You
Darkness envelops Veins of fire rend the abyss God’s awemazing works
I like to walk the razor’s edge I need to tiptoe through minefield… Don’t worry I’m a Libra If I have nothing 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
If you’re satisfied with yourself And the world you live in Is that your cue To start again?
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
It’s quite a process To create a person
I want the weird one The one that everyone says is not… That one has created a Self That one I can love
