I was a toddler There was an over night Family BBQ A big party And I saw the stars And the Big Dipper And imagined Star trek What Would It Be like On the star ship enterprise.
I walk to fight The demons Of the past That I fight inside me So I go out for a walk I the hopes that this battle Royale Can ease off But sometimes It does ease And some times the painfull drama previails So I take another walk.
After the first day of school I remember getting into Sh*t So to avoid my parents yelling at me I see on the back porch Seeing the sun set To quiet the mind
The thing I like about summer Is The thunderstorms The louder Brighter And disturbing they Are The better For they help me be entertained Or fall asleep.
A girl who love weat fields Has died From unknown Causes But she has not Left a hole In those she loved for every Autumn She popps up in the sky close To the great Dipper As comfort to everyone She has touched.
Enough talk more action As that I want you To Kiss me at sun Down On a fine September evening On the back porch Between sun set and dusk I want more of you And less pillow talk My love.
Dearest Hill Your are the only good thing in my life. For I feel like a freak of nature and I you are the same boat. Your the only loving and comforting person I have and sifted heart that rivals my bed. I wish to cuddle in the love and softness.
Three teenagers Standing Like young solars Up to no go But under that orange sky They have a cold one What Happens if they get caught On this fine night.
Stain glasses windows In a beautiful church Has all the colors Red Orange Yellow Green Blue Purple Violet Pink This is why I Only went to church To see the Colours.
I hate traffic lights so Much That I Thought myself To mediate And be calm So I can focus all My negative Engery and karma On making them Explode With my mind
Freaking rush hour I am either Trying to get home Or get to a flight This time it's a flight And there are many cars Stop and go Will I make it to my flight On time Or will I miss it because of Rush hour.
As I drive Down this forest winding road I feel a chill going up And down My winding curved Spine As this was Called the trail of tears From long ago Haunted.
Do you know that If You fear death Rather than Accept it and flip it The bird Your life seems shorter Life is to lived for a long time Not in fear of death.