I’d like to see Some more of you But only if You think that’s cool If you would want

I want the weird one The one that everyone says is not… That one has created a Self That one I can love

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

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

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

If you’ve ever seen “Natural Born Killers” Then you know a wolf Never changes colors

Always classy Never trashy Kinda sassy Sweet thing Ashley

I am a simple, joyful man Without a thing you’d call a plan I bounce around and bump into What I would call my Katmandu

Mom and Dad don’t love you They’re already tuned To their own sweet song Fireflies in June You are just an extra

Darkness envelops Veins of fire rend the abyss God’s awemazing works

I love the way you say that you Are drawn to my voice I love the tremble in your touch The steady of your choice I love the open hand you give

I feel you You feel me Our love happens eventually With an up down Turn us round

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

I’ve driven self along my quest I think it might be time for rest To take steps back and then assess What it might mean to be my best

You don’t know me You don’t own me You don’t show me Paradise Only tease me