I am not impressed by money
or material things
or a man who is impressed by either

Can you hunt?
Can you grow?
are you ready for an adventure at every turn?

would you give up your boats and toys
for a year on the road
with nothing but a guitar
and the clothes on your back?

Would I just be a trophy on your arm?
Or would you teach me all you know
make me your partner in crime
take care of me, but teach me how to take care of myself?

If your god is money
you could never conquer me
But nothing pulls at my heart
than a man that will toil with the earth

Wait...
Wait...
Wait...
Don't let desire
Anxiety
Lust
Or loneliness
Cause you
To be moved
Wait...
Wait...
Wait...

She was wild in a way that was swaying and ancient
It was not a crazy whipping about of emotion
But a building swell and a powerful and slow release
But most did not understand this
So when they touched her hips
They just held on
But she needed someone
To do so much more than hold on
She needed that slow
So slow you didn’t know it was happening
Slow steering
Gentle erosion
Like the water does to the mountain
The wind to the desert
She needed those ancient drums
To keep her rhythm
To loose her demons
To be free

There was this moment...
back at apartment 4
when i was ******* myself.

I was thin
and beautiful
and my ****** was unprecedented
and the light was golden...

And my heart left you.

Because it knew
that though you could see this beauty
I was seeing at the moment...

I knew you did not know
what to do with it.
You were like a baby
with a small pet.

You just did not know
that you were crushing it.

The first moment I out eyes met
an image that is forever burned into my memory
If I grow old
and forget everything else in this world
I am sure to be haunted by that moment
I could paint it from memory right now
Your stance
your smile
but mostly your eyes
They are what burn in my mind
all the little things that flash in my mind of you
they are all behind this image of your eyes
They leaped at me...
Literally
That one second was a million year
It was as though a voice whispered
"this is a soul you must know".
If I were to paint this moment
to capture the color that burned behind your eyes
I woul .not be able to do
They haunt me daily
piercing me
demanding I spill myself to you
And I can not hope to hold back
no matter how hard I try
My soul just opens to yours

What purpose is there to meeting such a soul
Such a moment
if nothing is to come of it...

Why were you even dropped into my life.

Yes
it is going down the drain
we all are
and always were
so **** it
might as well grab a few things along the way huh?
Why the hell not
There is no reason here
and there never was
doesn’t make any of it any less relevant
There are some things in these drains
so catch as much as you can
on your way down
You’re gonna need it