Give me... A campfire, Smokes, And a bottle of rum; I’ll regale you all night long.
Your thought forms beauty and beas… Your word produces joy and despair… Your movement brings life and deat… Your power creates your present.
I’m just looking for An open invitation To bathe you in love
Lord and Jesus Christ Don’t forget the lice Spiders, ticks, and skeeters All the heeby-jeebers They’ve got their own place
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
I like to walk the razor’s edge I need to tiptoe through minefield… Don’t worry I’m a Libra If I have nothing else
Always late Mostly great That’s just how we roll. Got minute For a hit
Mom and Dad don’t love you They’re already tuned To their own sweet song Fireflies in June You are just an extra
I’ve always been Out on the run I’ve never felt Like had a home And then one day
I’ve driven self along my quest I think it might be time for rest To take steps back and then assess What it might mean to be my best
If they push you Push back And go for the throat
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…
We were formed In relation To this world Our creation
Sittin’ in a patio chair Breathin’ in the cool night air Listening to the breeze Rustling leaves in trees I’m being the love of life
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
