I missed out on Our baby’s clues I didn’t feel Her in your womb But now she’s here

I don’t know what, quite, will unf… I only see silver and gold That’s all I need to tightly hold Onto this dream of getting old

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

I pour my heart into these prose Because I feel I need to go Into the darkness that will show What needs to surface from below

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’m like a pretzel Simple ingredients And a bit twisted

There was a little girl in town That always wore a big ol’ crown She ran and danced about the stree… The townspeople were less than swe… They said “What is this wild chil…

When we realize That our imperfections are Our emperfections

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

She is the one I call my life And nothing like Her sweet and spice So if you want

I am a simple, joyful man Without a thing you’d call a plan I bounce around and bump into What I would call my Katmandu

Not growing, dying That’s just simple facts Take a look at plants Nature’s info packs

Your face Transcends Garnish

I know we have a special bond Because we can’t help get along Find pleasure in the naughty songs And all the rights within our wron…

I have an idea Of who I’m s’posed to be And that’s the whole reason I’ve never been happy