Hannah Banana With the flower bandana Look at your garden grow With tender leaves And shoots of peas
It’s never been about the same I’ve always played a diff’rent gam… And when you think you’ve got me n… I’ll show you something unexplaine…
I guess I write poetry I just vomit my soul onto paper I don’t know what else to call it but, poetry
You hurt me so bad And though I have the right I still care enough To not turn out the lights
Seems like I’ve tried so many tim… To kill myself but just won’t die Chosen the worst paths and the cri… And always out the other side
We ate from The Tree Of Knowledge, Good and Evil No higher steeple
I have a grip that’s never loose That’s why I always get my goose I dig my claws into your soul Until I’m your silver and gold
I don’t know what it means to have A lover in my life I don’t know what it’s like to tas… Their sugar and their spice I don’t know how to give and take
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
What if I watched with no judgement or saw without shame, nurtured your essence behind drawn shades?
I like to watch... an ant traverse a grass forest a flower unfurl in moonlight a muskrat reap trifolium a leaf quiver in mid-day breeze
I want the weird one The one that everyone says is not… That one has created a Self That one I can love
I’ve lost my joy Not sure where it went I can’t remember It’s sweet smelling scent It had to do
If we would just ask Mother Nature for answers We might find our truths
The only difference Between enlightenment and ignoranc… Is seeing your own magnificence