The sort of woman I have chose I didn’t think exist in does She piques my int’rest, sparks my… And makes me feel a love worth sho…
If we would just ask Mother Nature for answers We might find our truths
I cast the blame on you and her That just might be a bit obscured To tell the tale with honest voice I have to acknowledge my choice
I saw you lying in our bed And love, profound, danced through… The beauty of your soul, like brea… Is all I need to feel well fed
Your thought forms beauty and beas… Your word produces joy and despair… Your movement brings life and deat… Your power creates your present.
I guess I write poetry I just vomit my soul onto paper I don’t know what else to call it but, poetry
Your face Transcends Garnish
The journey is far, you guess And possibly arduous You just couldn’t care less ‘Cause the prize is worth the test
Blue used to be my favorite color. Now I prefer (purple). (purple) is like blue, but more in… You’re my (more interesting, favor…
We gave our world to Father Time To fill our pockets up with dimes While Mother Nature sits and crie… And waits for us to open eyes
Let me make Home for you That rivals Kathmandu Hugs, kisses
One reason I know Our love is first rate, We don’t have to talk To communicate.
I’ve lived my life And seen some things Heard bitchin’ tunes Tasted my dreams But if you want
When they say “Two wrongs don’t make a right.” What I hear is “Don’t confuse justice with spite.…
People tell me not to think About my own demise But what if that’s the only thing That brightens up my eyes
