Your thought forms beauty and beas… Your word produces joy and despair… Your movement brings life and deat… Your power creates your present.
A six hour nap I couldn’t explain Until I once tried This indica strain I took a few puffs
I guess I write poetry I just vomit my soul onto paper I don’t know what else to call it but, poetry
I’ve lost my joy Not sure where it went I can’t remember It’s sweet smelling scent It had to do
We gave our world to Father Time To fill our pockets up with dimes While Mother Nature sits and crie… And waits for us to open eyes
I’ve written things and said some… Wagged my tongue and tripped over… Flapped my gums 'til blue in the f… Never a clue how to win the race Huffed and puffed and circumstance…
There’s shit on your face You just threw up in your mouth Couldn’t be cuter
My daughter said the other day I’m glad my father ran away So we could find relationship Without my mother ruining it
If I had one wish in this world It’s that you would be daddy’s gir… You’d look to me to cure the ills Or when you just might feel like t…
When they say “Two wrongs don’t make a right.” What I hear is “Don’t confuse justice with spite.…
Hannah Banana With the flower bandana Look at your garden grow With tender leaves And shoots of peas
We chose a path Not like the rest It took a strength That can’t be matched But since we have
Go ahead Do your thing I’m waiting With open wings
My gaze is like a laser beam That scorches souls and torches dr… It melts you down if you would dee… To stay too long within my scene
To see the best of me Play a symphony That moves my feet