We were formed In relation To this world Our creation

Hannah Banana With the flower bandana Look at your garden grow With tender leaves And shoots of peas

Never seen Better scenes Than red lights On green trees

I’ll tear myself from limb to limb For you to suture up again It feels like the perfect win/win To play our roles, morals and sin

Always lived a life that’s been Filled with devils, marked by sin Never thought my darker side Be the thing that brings you light

Always late Mostly great That’s just how we roll. Got minute For a hit

Mom and Dad don’t love you They’re already tuned To their own sweet song Fireflies in June You are just an extra

Face down in gutter again Seems to be my closest friend Where I land time and again Nothing new except the end

Walked a labyrinth And wrote a poem Then suddenly It all exploded

I want the weird one The one that everyone says is not… That one has created a Self That one I can love

I’ve never really cared about me I know I’ll be fine I’m the benchmark of resiliency You’re who’s on my mind

There’s a certain kind of type That always does it right Elicits smiles and tears In the space between your ears The only sort of religion

I wish that you could see myself The way that I see me Then maybe I might be the one That you would call lovely

Your thought forms beauty and beas… Your word produces joy and despair… Your movement brings life and deat… Your power creates your present.

I’ve lived my life And seen some things Heard bitchin’ tunes Tasted my dreams But if you want