I see a bee pollinate a flower I see a girl dance to her favorite… I see two men swing and dissolve I see a wolf thin a herd I see You, being You, just to be…
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
I have no tricks. I have no sleeves. I have only me. And that’s enough.
Powdered salt snowflakes Dusted on stubborn dead leaves Life’s perfect white noise
We’ve reached the acme of intimacy When I taste like you And you taste like me
Ever been great at Balance? Then you understand Why I tip my scales.
I am homeless Not because I live in my car But, because my home is in the arm… And I forget what that feels like
Rain, rain wash away All the stains of yesterday Here I stand, made of clay Mold me into my today
When they say “Two wrongs don’t make a right.” What I hear is “Don’t confuse justice with spite.…
I want the weird one The one that everyone says is not… That one has created a Self That one I can love
All of Us As Us For Us
The Earth is my Mother The Heavens my Dad I love my Father But I’m a Momma’s boy at heart
Just being yourself Is the absolute best way To show the world love
I’m just looking for An open invitation To bathe you in love
Go ahead Do your thing I’m waiting With open wings