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

Sometimes I will stare You’re just more interesting Than others in sight

We ate from The Tree Of Knowledge of Good and Evil No higher steeple

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

Elaborate mazes Of conjured phrases Tickle the ear Of literary peers But don’t read the type

One reason I know Our love is first rate, We don’t have to talk To communicate.

I need to be Out in the bush Not just a mere Craving or crush It’s a huge piece

I am a Libra, can’t you see The meaning of dichotomy The this and that, the you and me The balance and disparity

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

You say that you enjoy people I don’t think that is true You want to be a pure steeple And lord it over fools

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

There’s one thing You should know about us We’re gonna be Uncomfortably close Here is you

If they push you Push back And go for the throat

Don’t give me your heart I can’t bear that pain Being lonely hurts less Than giving you my name

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