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’ve written things and said some… Wagged my tongue and tripped over… Flapped my gums 'til blue in the f… Never a clue how to win the race Huffed and puffed and circumstance…

Old school Playing a groove of the used to Small few Hailed by hipsters and still cool Lo-fi

Don’t take the past away from me It made me who I am I like the one I’ve come to be A truthful, loving man

Relinquish control Let the Universe have space To exceed expectations

If you’re satisfied with yourself And the world you live in, Is that your cue To start again?

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

You have an ideal That I will never fulfill So I have to peel

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

I have an idea Of who I’m s’posed to be And that’s the whole reason I’ve never been happy

You don’t know me You don’t own me You don’t show me Paradise Only tease me

My God loves puddles I know because I watched two girl… Complete, innocent, borderline rec… That’s My God

I like to watch... an ant traverse a grass forest a flower unfurl in moonlight a muskrat reap trifolium a leaf quiver in mid-day breeze

I would be the worst Dom Ever. If a Sub said “Here is my being, Do as you like.” Only her pleasure and joy