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

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

I don’t write poems for poets Flowery language, indulge us I break it down With a simpler sound And anything more would be less

To tell you the truth I relish your cum It’s the best homage To a job well done

I thought that she Could be the one I thought that we Were having fun And then I spoke

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

Blue used to be my favorite color. Now I prefer (purple). (purple) is like blue, but more in… You’re my (more interesting, favor…

Would you wanna hang out some time To see if dreams maybe align Feels like our rhythms could be rh… And these voices might harmonize

Treat yourself Like you wish others Would treat you

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

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

I write poetry Put my heart into it ‘Cause there just might be Someone that gives a shit

Wish I was a shepherd With a flock of sheep Sitting on a hillside Grass beneath my feet Watching over loved ones

I’ve never wrapped My mind around Making you feel Seen, heard, and found I didn’t know

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