I’ve lost my joy Not sure where it went I can’t remember It’s sweet smelling scent It had to do

Your thought forms beauty and beas… Your word produces joy and despair… Your movement brings life and deat… Your power creates your present.

I pour my heart into these prose Because I feel I need to go Into the darkness that will show What needs to surface from below

Don’t take the past away from me It made me who I am I like the one I’ve come to be A truthful, loving man

Jonathan and Jordan Sitting in a tree M-u-s-s-i-n-g First comes souls Then comes mates

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

If you’ve ever seen “Natural Born Killers” Then you know a wolf Never changes colors

Let me make Home for you That rivals Kathmandu Hugs, kisses

Ever seen Fawn on teet Wagging tail like dog? If you can’t Then I shant

I’m in the darkness You can’t intervene It’s just what I need For light to shine clean

I want the weird one The one that everyone says is not… That one has created a Self That one I can love

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

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

Each moment at hand Is open invitation To the promised land