(2014)
Some I like to share Fresh out of the oven Don’t let it get cold That’s why I wrote it Emotions in that moment
Beautiful legs The right shape and curve Olive color without the green That tans and doesn’t burn Until you see
I don’t expect Diabetes education For the public But chances are You know one
The pressure inside Is building It comes out through my eyes I stop up the tears It comes out through my nose
The human heart ...leaps and jumps ...races and sings ...sighs and groans The treacherous heart can
To be a true artist Must they be recluses Crazy mad or sick Or even better dead Show me a healthy artist
Most women are cooks But a man who cooks Is a chef She cooks over and over To feed the masses
My objective is selfish Not to share or be heard To get it out and move on No one seems to hear my pain No one seems to feel my pain
If food is poetry The flavors The smells Singing in harmony Is poetry food?
La presión atrapada Busca por donde salir Tapo mi boca Se me sale por los ojos Tapo mis ojos
It’s not pretty When I cry People get almost as embarrassed as I
He says I could never Get away with murder For I leave Pieces of me everywhere
Your pain is far away I hear it But I do not feel it Move closer Let me know you’re here to stay
If you find someone That can do it Better than you Get them on your team
If I could paint a man Eyes so dark they shine Brooding and stormy Til the smile breaks through If I could paint a man
