snow rains and flushes mental cocaines
Never gonna be The cover of Glamour That sure doesn’t mean I’m not still enamored With your energy
I write poetry Put my heart into it ‘Cause there just might be Someone that gives a shit
I love the way you say that you Are drawn to my voice I love the tremble in your touch The steady of your choice I love the open hand you give
Working towards Common goals
Treat yourself Like you wish others Would treat you
You read books and take advice On what you should do in life Only thing you need to know Is what makes your passions grow
Each moment at hand Is open invitation To the promised land
It’s really hard to get inside My inner circle, past my spies But if you think it’s worth a try You just might find a paradise
Caught a glance Just by chance And it somehow moved me Head snapped Thunder clapped
Martins are a special breed Set apart from rest, indeed Took me in when was in need Of a home and love extreme
Face down in gutter again Seems to be my closest friend Where I land time and again Nothing new except the end
Never seen Better scenes Than red lights On green trees
I made a food forest today To play my part and play the game To carve my niche, to stake my cla… And forge a path to not be slave
You have physicality And I have my mentality You’ve already lost the fight So give it up and say “Good night…