(2015)
Proverbs 13:12 'Expectation postponed makes the heart sick'
I struggle to Keep it together Maxims and mottoes On repeat In my mind
I had it all In my head And then I said Words I do not know which ones
Rough day Rough night If I could live In my bath Water would never
How do you measure pain? All is relative and personal Even with one’s own self It is impossible to compare As memory distorts pain
How do I Catch your interest? Once again I know You are bored with me
To be a true artist Must they be recluses Crazy mad or sick Or even better dead Show me a healthy artist
If I could draw a tree In all it’s complexity Would you be impressed? If I could draw a human face It would be but a trace
No pido disculpas Por escribir Lo que siento Lo que llevo adentro Lo que vivo
I spend all my time Fighting with you In my head If we fought At least it would be
The more you treat me like a nag The more I become one I’m sorry if I micromanage Your clean clothes Your hot meals
The human heart ...leaps and jumps ...races and sings ...sighs and groans The treacherous heart can
Blonde eyes To match her hair Life is mean She counts her blessings Hopes for the best
Springtime means Berry pickin’ In warm sun Therapeutic Part of me
Down to earth I am but of dust Dust particles I see floating in the air Carbon molecules
A family trait Massage Is our vice No shame Take what