The little leaves !
The blossom pushing life thru the wind!
You know how flowers bleed?
The Little steppers dance on your hea-eeeey-eeaaad!

So sweet
Better than a cotton candy ornament.
Honey !
Yellow jackets with transparent wings  on them
every Flower opens up for them
Every branch is holding pain for them
Why wouldn’t you taste and see that The Lord made it just for them.
I mean just for them !
(So what’s here for you ? )
(Bone of my bone flesh of my flesh what’s here for you?)
(What is sweeter then man that loves life? )
What is tasteful then a woman that takes times ?
Well…
The Lord isn’t he ?
(So what’s here for you )

Okay I can do this.
Okay I can make better peom then the last
When all I want to talk about
Is ….
Holding you or making memories between countries flask
As were drunk off seeing different cities and states
I would wake you up with pancakes from Albuquerque.
Somewhere in the sand of time where hidden trails would engulf us…
And sense I know you love the beach I would stay for a while in the water just to see your smile.
Okay I can do this
Okay I can make a better poem if you ever read this

We never give the shooters a time to tell there story
We never ask what happen to that homeless man
We never seen how the ******* became this way
We never truely understand what a working mother goes thru at night
IF I WAS PRESIDENT I WOULD MAKE THERAPY A MANDATORY THING.
Mayors would walk thru the ghetto
And the police would have to hug each other every morning.
As PRESIDENT embolism who’s black Mexican or white on interviews everyone would identify as Human.
The DNA OF YOUR STRAND WILL BE PULLED IN COURT ONLY
And all who does evil would have to clean the cemetery and be with doctors on the account of 51C- code 123
You are no more an illegal human being you would be given a name that is no name for month. And will be asked at the end of that month WOULD YOU WANT LIFE OR DEATH AFTER COMPLETING the cemetery procedures.
And last but not least every father will be celebrated in the home with all fathers of the city.
We will let the mother pick out what she knows of her lover and cloth her in all she wants and then marry them so no one ☝️ I mean no ritual of sleeping others.
Divorce is option because things happen but everyone would have to go to church after a divorce to speak what happen and see if they can work it out.

AS PRESIDENTS OF THE WORLD. We would HAVE TO meet up with the King and the Kings of the world would be like treasurers of there states and only Woman that the state approves gets to speak in one language and one tongue to the president of what there states need. So one accord and feminine and masculine energy will be.
Every year (DECEMBER 25th) they will Go To God the ruler of everything and see what we all cannot see and let him  divide or produce or give

I had a dream about him again.
Somewhere between the darkness and Sands of time,
Sometimes darkness has land mines
But I don’t mind I don’t truely think he’s even thinking of me…. Right ?

I had a phone so I called him one last time,
Isn’t it something that you can remember certain parts of yesterday ?
Yet today feels like the same day until you have dream of the parts you had long time ago … right ?

I bowed my knees today.
It’s something to gaze at the stars and rethink every morning what God has to say
The deeper I go the higher my sins lift me up with grace.
No more questioning cause if I never be with someone down here under space, I would love to be purified and found speaking with the father that created this heart that so easily awaits for Love today…

He's on my mind
My family ...well ...I don't know why but I think they tolerate me
And I have 18 year old despising me
Because the last time I had a life was better to them
When I was giving
When I was always doing what they wanted me to
The truth in my head is uhhh ...nevermind
I sort of don't even wanna ask Why
I miss my lover and he's one hour way tripping on my spin ....a.k.a
Who I was ....
No job
Yet I'm doing all I can to become some better then tonight
My sister bday and all I could afford was wine
I kinda like when I was away
They kinda like when I was there type
I wonder what you liked about me ...yea... I wonder

Outside are dogs and they biting BeCause they remember I fed them
They yell slurs like who’s begging ?
Come outside cause I’m ready
Oh lord God am I ready?
Oh my Lord there’s to many
My stomach turns from my past
My head sits and it’s heavy
All my sins cry like you managed
In his room going crazy…
In my blood I have secrets
Secrets that turn in my belly
Oh my Lord forgive xelle
Oh my lord forgive Christian
Oh my God are you ready ?
I spilled mercies and babies
All these thoughts please save the good parts of me for you ….
Too you
Who knew …
Who knew …

Antifreeze in the middle of winter,
I keep running in all of my  pictures
Say they love me but my dreams are different
Getting dark!
Getting dark!
Getting darker then what I remember…
Sending threats and couple splinters
pick the cross instead of the finisher
Getting dark!
Getting dark!
Getting darker then what I remember
Oh my lord come save me from myself!
Plotting on me to fall down on myself!
And if I say the truth theirs no real help
If I  Say all the truth theres no real help
They loved me when I wasn’t my self !
Oh My Lord come save me from myself !
Oh my lord come save me from myself!
If I say say the truth here comes the belt …
If I say the truth here come no help
If I say truth your mother wept
Lord I spoke the truth and yet they step
Getting dark
Getting darker
Man it’s dark