I saw you lying in our bed And love profound danced through m… The beauty of your soul, like brea… Is all I need to feel well fed
Jonathan and Jordan Sitting in a tree M-u-s-s-i-n-g First comes souls Then comes mates
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
You ever dream That we could have A love so great A smooth so salve It’s in the cards
I guess I write poetry I just vomit my soul onto paper I don’t know what else to call it but, poetry
If you’re satisfied with yourself And the world you live in, Is that your cue To start again?
I appreciate you Facilitating breakthroughs With love I didn’t know due This wretch without a clue
Walked a labyrinth And wrote a poem Then suddenly It all exploded
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
Treat yourself Like you wish others Would treat you
Hannah Banana With the flower bandana Look at your garden grow With tender leaves And shoots of peas
Face down in gutter again Seems to be my closest friend Where I land time and again Nothing new except the end
Once there was this girl named Je… Tall and blonde and oh so dreamy Milky skin with essence steamy Just one look would make you cream… Told me that we’d be a team-y
I’ll make you pucker And turn your stomach So take me with a grain of salt
If they push you Push back And go for the throat