My brain doesn’t work like it norm… It doesn’t think of the funny rema… Or witty sayings It doesn’t jump from scene to scen… Most of the time it’s too busy
I choose to be The Most Unclean So you can see The God in thee
The waves, curls, cowlicks; Your idiosyncrasies Make me love you more.
Two is one One is none That’s the world we live in Relative Perspective
I’ll make you pucker And turn your stomach So take me with a grain of salt
I’m such an ass You don’t even know Devoid of class No love to bestow I plant despair
Mostly I want To be myself Something special To someone else
Somehow when I write It comes out in time Words seem to flow out In a catchy rhyme Things just sorta happen
Little chipper 'munk Primal, honest, cheeky, sweet Sugar in my ’shine
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
Your thought forms beauty and beas… Your word produces joy and despair… Your movement brings life and deat… Your power creates your present.
There’s one thing I’ve never had in my life And I feel I’d regret Not tasting the spice It’s lean, it’s mean
I feel you You feel me Our love happens eventually With an up down Turn us round
Agile Mobile Versatile Tactile Virile
You’re nineteen You can choose who to be Nineteen Maybe fancy and free Nineteen