Your thought forms beauty and beas… Your word produces joy and despair… Your movement brings life and deat… Your power creates your present.

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

Because you exist Is the best reason For you to persist

Somehow when I write It comes out in time Words seem to flow out In a catchy rhyme Things just sorta happen

I have no tricks. I have no sleeves. I have only me. And that’s enough.

I think I’ve found the reason why I threw my gut instincts aside You had a crazy, fucked up song You made me sing I knew was wrong But now, thank God, I’ve seen the…

I’d like to find someone That celebrates my self Except this life’s taught me You can’t trust no one else They see your loving charms

There was a little girl in town That always wore a big ol’ crown She ran and danced about the stree… The townspeople were less than swe… They said “What is this wild chil…

My soul tells me that you will run I think that sounds like lots of f… I’ll chase you deep into the sun Where lovers meet and melt as one

It’s quite a process To create a person

Rain, rain wash away All the stains of yesterday Here I stand, made of clay Mold me into my today

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

I’d like to take a bath with you And see a divine point of view I’ll suds you up and be your tool To catch a glimpse of heaven’s due

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