The roots of art
are often buried deep in childhood pain
every flower needs a little rain

Become a (wo)man of peace
help the world, be content,
it isn’t up to governments.

Celebrate your free heart
in grateful virtue and
with modest speech.

Soothe the ever angry,
invite them in and dare trust;
be proud equals not at odds.

With new friends welcome,
double joys by sharing,
save the planet by being happy

Hear the dripping branches sing
when the icy breath of winter
melts to kiss the waiting lips of spring

I just need a quick getaway
from this wrecked relationship.
I need to relax my mind
and find the time to get back to me.
Give me more freedom and peace.
Take me away from this chaos.

I’m tired of pressing pause
on the remote button in my heart,
attempting to diminish the streams
of your love once more.
I’m more than a man.

I must come up with a plan
and burn the yearning that
keep intensifying for you.
Boy, I gotta do me
and be free from this toxicity.

What is beauty
If you see it with your eyes
and I do not share with mine
is it any the less beautiful
for being yours alone