It’s quite a process To create a person

I lived today. I breathed. I moved. I was. I hope I helped.

I’m just looking for An open invitation To bathe you in love

Working towards Common goals

I want the weird one The one that everyone says is not… That one has created a Self That one I can love

The waves, curls, cowlicks; Your idiosyncrasies Make me love you more.

I might be self-absorbed But I’m not selfish I work on Myself Because that’s the best way For Me to help Us

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

Rain, rain wash away All the stains of yesterday Here I stand, made of clay Mold me into my today

What if we stopped fearing and started loving? Loving the unique. Loving the different. Loving them.

We’ve reached the acme of intimacy When I taste like you And you taste like me

Treat yourself Like you wish others Would treat you

Agile Mobile Versatile Tactile Virile

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

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