When we realize That our imperfections are Our emperfections

I am a primal beast, at best That needs to smell your sweet ess… It’s not enough when you’re outsid… I need your stank within my life

Hannah Banana With the flower bandana Look at your garden grow With tender leaves And shoots of peas

Maybe you could teach me how To tighten up my shit And maybe I could show you how To loosen up a bit Maybe we could be the spark

Rain, rain wash away All the stains of yesterday Here I stand, made of clay Mold me into my today

Ain’t no mountain high Ain’t no valley nigh When you’re in my sights

It feels like I’ve created a life Centered around mostly sacrifice And I don’t want to be your Jesus… So I’ll be the Devil Bass line to your treble

She’s a bad-ass bitch That talks with a lisp And I pity the fool that would fi… She’ll shove your face in the dirt And make your everything hurt

I have no tricks. I have no sleeves. I have only me. And that’s enough.

You don’t know me You don’t own me You don’t show me Paradise Only tease me

If we would just ask Mother Nature for answers We might find our truths

There’s a certain kind of type That always does it right Elicits smiles and tears In the space between your ears The only sort of religion

Walked a labyrinth And wrote a poem Then suddenly It all exploded