You make me cry
But that’s not unusual
I’ll survive
It’s fine.

You make me mad
That’s common too
I’ll survive
It’s fine.

You make me anxious
An everyday occurrence
I’ll survive
It’s fine.

You make me fearful
You make me jealous
You make me hate myself
I’ll survive
It’s fine.

I can deal with all that
At the end of the day
Cause all I want you to do
Is stay.

Rich men poor men look at your lives

I can tell you it’s no surprise

That where you’ve gone and where you’ve been

Is not in the middle of the lion’s den

For you have set yourselves apart

Into the midst of the lion’s heart

Where there is gold that’s much more pure

Than any rich man can secure

It's quiet, but my thoughts are alive
It's dark, but there are fireworks in my mind
It's still, but my soul rocks
It's calm, but the silence stops
It's peaceful, but something is abound
It's serene, but my ear hears a sound
A sound of someone I know
A sound of somewhere i've been
The smell of fresh air
The leaves in the wind
To a setting sun
Reminding me of your glow
From a coastal town
Forgotten long ago
The peace flows through me
And my body drifts to sleep

I sat along this river bank, did I,
noticed the way the water weaves
from north to south so casually
as if it had nowhere to be.

I walked these wooded paths, did I,
and pondered on the speckled leaves
that fell to earth so gracefully
as if in homage to the tree.

I listened to the dove, did I,
the wren, the jay, the cheeky crow
who sounded delightful and carefree
as if they could sing endlessly.

“He loves me”
“He loves me not”
I say on the playground,
peeking at the flower to see.

12 years later
“Does he want me or what?”
“I don’t understand”
What a traitor.

I didn’t really change
I just evolved
From this loving little girl
To a teenage estranged

I’m told not to care
“It’ll pass you see”
But what if I don’t want it to pass?
It’s not fair.

In the cool,
of canyon breezes
sun shines down,
the wind it teases
insects flying,
round n' round,
above old toad,
who makes no sound
painted turtle falls
from mossy log
while giant swallowtails flutter,
far above
a jay hawk soars,
invokes a native prayer
as he inhales,
damp Missouri air.

Cocktail blue stabbing skies
and gold pillars of pouring light
Coming from a fiery scorching
ring
above. A mob of angry yellow jacket
coated

wasps and some monk humming bees
hovering over the splashed colour flowers
and shrubs. Towers and skyscrapers
of
nut brown trees and reaching shades
of
greens.
Nature puts on its earthy seasoned
perfume. The jade green grass rolls
down its
silk striped sleeves. The ferns shows
us their ever

Nature speaks in silence
From sunlight until sunset
Hours and minutes comprise each day
Letting us decide what actions we will take
Time is her choice about life and death
We are given the option to do our best
Each having a given hour that is unknown
Awaiting her call for us to return home
When that hour arrives we will have our book read
Depicting our achievements and our faults
She will point us in the direction we created

I walked home late the other night
From an evening spent with friends;
Good company, good food, fine wine,
The walk, a perfect end.

I walk along a country lane
To where my home does lie;
No lights, no moon, no clouds
To dim the beauty of the sky

A vixen wails like a distraught child,
By my shoulder the grey lady glides,
I pause, light up a small cigar,
Turn my face up to the skies.

I always pick the ones that dont care
I ignore and ick out at the ones that do,
Constantly turning my head at every buzz from my phone,
its not fair.

"Why can't you want me like the other boys do?"
like id still be interested in you if you did,
what's wrong with me
why am I stuck on you?

I can't stop myself from responding instantly
it takes you hours
I sit there in waiting like a damsel in distress,
why does everything you do have to be done inconsistently?