Need less to say
Sometimes it's more
Children at play
Innocent and pure

Material possessions
Bring a dark cloud
Buried confessions
dirt covered shroud

I don't need fancy clothes
Comfort"s not what it seems
Decisions weighed an chose
A clearance sale on dreams

Don't tell me bad beat stories
Don't drag me to your level
Don"t share Whorrific glories
Help me try and slay the devil

I don't need jealousy
Conditional love"s lies
I don't need security
To excuse all the cries

I just need....
Sustenance to see me fed
A woman's soft supple skin
A Breast to rest my weary head
Great vibes coming from within

My words to be heard or read
Friends asking where I've been
My loyal dog beside my bed
Needless to say, that"s my zen