Ever seen Fawn on teet Wagging tail like dog? If you can’t Then I shant

Sometimes I will stare You’re just more interesting Than others in sight

I’m like a pretzel Simple ingredients And a bit twisted

There’s a certain kind of type That always does it right Elicits smiles and tears In the space between your ears The only sort of religion

If we would just ask Mother Nature for answers We might find our truths

Blue used to be my favorite color. Now I prefer (purple). (purple) is like blue, but more in… You’re my (more interesting, favor…

Be... Fun loving Hard working Compassionate And ruthless

There’s a certain point Where I put down my joint And fucking end you

I’ve never wrapped My mind around Making you feel Seen, heard, and found I didn’t know

I’ve lost my joy Not sure where it went I can’t remember It’s sweet smelling scent It had to do

I write poetry Put my heart into it ‘Cause there just might be Someone that gives a shit

My soul knew that I can’t accept A fucked up view or perspective So threw me to the darkest pit To let my love be beacon lit

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

There’s shit on your face You just threw up in your mouth Couldn’t be cuter

We ate from The Tree Of Knowledge, Good and Evil No higher steeple