My brain doesn’t work like it norm… It doesn’t think of the funny rema… Or witty sayings It doesn’t jump from scene to scen… Most of the time it’s too busy

Each moment at hand Is open invitation To the promised land

I choose to be The Most Unclean So you can see The God in thee

I’m not sure how I’ve come this f… From sinking pit to shooting star. Could it be when I loved my scars… Or when I chose to be this bard? Maybe, it happened, as a lark.

I only care about you when You exit from my life I only ahh-pper-ec-i-ate When I can’t taste your spice I only know that you are all

I stretch your being You respond with shocked intrigue Sparks dance in-between

Flesh of my flesh Bone of my bone Please hear your partner In all his earnest If you are willing

Old school Playing a groove of the used to Small few Hailed by hipsters and still cool Lo-fi

You have physicality And I have my mentality You’ve already lost the fight So give it up and say “Good night…

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

I’m such an ass You don’t even know Devoid of class No love to bestow I plant despair

I’ve always been Out on the run I’ve never felt Like had a home And then one day

I’ve never really cared about me I know I’ll be fine I’m the benchmark of resiliency You’re who’s on my mind

I am not an actor That is plain to see I am just a shepherd Tending to his sheep Try to keep them safe from

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