It’s quite a process To create a person
I loved someone and they hurt me They hurt me like I designed them… You don’t know hell Until you’ve created your own
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
The journey is far, you guess And possibly arduous You just couldn’t care less ‘Cause the prize is worth the test
I lived today. I breathed. I moved. I was. I hope I helped.
My God loves puddles I know because I watched two girl… Complete, innocent, borderline rec… That’s My God
I have no tricks. I have no sleeves. I have only me. And that’s enough.
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
Go ahead Do your thing I’m waiting With open wings
Your thought forms beauty and beas… Your word produces joy and despair… Your movement brings life and deat… Your power creates your present.
You create yourself Then see better solutions Cue evolution
I don’t write poems for poets Flowery language, indulge us I break it down With a simpler sound And anything more would be less
I had to shut everyone out To find my Self So I could let everyone in
I want the weird one The one that everyone says is not… That one has created a Self That one I can love
The Earth is my Mother The Heavens my Dad I love my Father But I’m a Momma’s boy at heart
