Your thought forms beauty and beas… Your word produces joy and despair… Your movement brings life and deat… Your power creates your present.
When we realize That our imperfections are Our emperfections
Somehow when I write It comes out in time Words seem to flow out In a catchy rhyme Things just sorta happen
I had to shut everyone out To find my Self So I could let everyone in
I need to get him out So he feels the treat Of an empty bladder Grass beneath his feet
I have an idea Of who I’m s’posed to be And that’s the whole reason I’ve never been happy
You’ve always been ahead the curve And paradise awaits your nerve To hold on fast and never swerve From the sweet path of nature’s ve…
Not growing, dying That’s just simple facts Take a look at plants Nature’s info packs
You think I’ve got it all figured… I don’t know what’s more wrong I’ve only seen just a glimpse of… You’ve been Her all along
The waves, curls, cowlicks; Your idiosyncrasies Make me love you more.
I’m not sure how this all goes dow… I’m not sure how it works The only thing I know for sure We love each other’s quirks The things we thought would drive…
Martins are a special breed Set apart from rest, indeed Took me in when was in need Of a home and love extreme
Elaborate mazes Of conjured phrases Tickle the ear Of literary peers But don’t read the type
Would you wanna hang out some time To see if dreams maybe align Feels like our rhythms could be rh… And these voices might harmonize
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
