My first poem
Little signs are not good. We all seek boldness. Cofindence understood Is what control is. She seeks control
My vernacular is Far from spectacular. In my arrangement I’ll never change it. But I’m always after her,
Can we grasp a feeling Thrown so carelessly? As we take our seats Beneath the thinking tree. Looking at it all
I’m in a spiral into ambition And nothing is viral Unless the condition Dances awhile And has a mission
My brain is on a Manual shift From the words that fall From your lips Come on now
Perfect placement Peaceful patience Unwritten statements Grass and pavement Than the wave hit
Can start with Difference Everything, you go with Same Do gets This but What remains.... Truth, do not wait
I was once walking down Pasture lane when crows flew over… Then I thought of subtle rain Pouring over the dead.... And golden sunsets bless this visi…
My dreams sit on the wall. It helps them not to fall. Through the cracks in my head. I want this but that comes instead… I am how I am.
Work hard to Love her and Yourself Don’t be concerned With every body else
Filling in the gaps Not completing the spots Laying in the Earth And thinking a lot I shout up to Heaven
What is skin? Does it hold the soul in? So we can be forgiven? Yeah, race doesn’t matter. Oh it does?!
I think outside the box Because I’m off the equinox I can walk and talk But I’m not a paradox Because I got the lock
I feel it everywhere But yet I only care How I’m getting there That’s mine and They have theirs
The beginning is coming here Where we used to play Sometimes we would laugh Or walk all day Then our feet would rise from the…
