Relinquish control Let the Universe have space To exceed expectations
It won’t be pretty the tears the snot the mess Lifetimes
I need to be Out in the bush Not just a mere Craving or crush It’s a huge piece
Little chipper 'munk Primal, honest, cheeky, sweet Sugar in my ’shine
We ate from The Tree Of Knowledge, Good and Evil No higher steeple
There’s a certain point Where I put down my joint And fucking end you
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
People tell me not to think About my own demise But what if that’s the only thing That brightens up my eyes
I choose to be The Most Unclean So you can see The God in thee
You have an ideal That I will never fulfill So I have to peel
I stood amongst the rain and trees And opened up my heart to thee To breath your essence in my lungs Is hear the chords of love be stru…
What if we stopped fearing and started loving? Loving the unique. Loving the different. Loving them.
I guess I write poetry I just vomit my soul onto paper I don’t know what else to call it but, poetry
Ain’t no mountain high Ain’t no valley nigh When you’re in my sights
The only difference Between enlightenment and ignoranc… Is seeing your own magnificence