If we would just ask Mother Nature for answers We might find our truths
It’s quite a process To create a person
I like to walk the razor’s edge I need to tiptoe through minefield… Don’t worry I’m a Libra If I have nothing else
I guess I write poetry I just vomit my soul onto paper I don’t know what else to call it but, poetry
Treat yourself Like you wish others Would treat you
Rain, rain wash away All the stains of yesterday Here I stand, made of clay Mold me into my today
The waves, curls, cowlicks; Your idiosyncrasies Make me love you more.
snow rains and flushes mental cocaines
I’m a take no prisoners kind of ma… A knockdown, drag out, hang if you… Calculating, ruthless, no fear Nothing to lose, nothing held dear Use you up, throw you to the curb
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
Your face Transcends Garnish
You create yourself Then see better solutions Cue evolution
Darkness envelops Veins of fire rend the abyss God’s awemazing works
Your thought forms beauty and beas… Your word produces joy and despair… Your movement brings life and deat… Your power creates your present.
What if we stopped fearing and started loving? Loving the unique. Loving the different. Loving them.