She is the one I call my life And nothing like Her sweet and spice So if you want
snow rains and flushes mental cocaines
Walked a labyrinth And wrote a poem Then suddenly It all exploded
Never seen Better scenes Than red lights On green trees
The only things I’ve ever felt Were lashing tongues and leather b… I guess that’s why it’s hard to te… How I could make you feel so swel…
Ev’ryone’s so shiny and bright Double rainbows and laser lights I guess that’s why I’ve come to c… To be the dark side of the moon
Hope you are a voyeur Hope you want to see What it truly means Be this human thing Offering my soul
I’ve never wrapped My mind around Making you feel Seen, heard, and found I didn’t know
The waves, curls, cowlicks; Your idiosyncrasies Make me love you more.
I guess I write poetry I just vomit my soul onto paper I don’t know what else to call it but, poetry
I am a simple, joyful man Without a thing you’d call a plan I bounce around and bump into What I would call my Katmandu
Face down in gutter again Seems to be my closest friend Where I land time and again Nothing new except the end
You are eternal. Your essence will always exist. You will always be, You. Enjoy it!
Maybe you could teach me how To tighten up my shit And maybe I could show you how To loosen up a bit Maybe we could be the spark
Powdered salt snowflakes Dusted on stubborn dead leaves Life’s perfect white noise