gushing river over stones
over toes
and into soul
therapy through medicine that’s wild-grown
respite in my appalachian home

I will sing for you.
Yes, to you.
Expressing all I feel within.
I'm just that type of man.

I will write a poem for you.
About you.
Expressive with the words concerning you.
Hey, I'm that type of man.

All women seek to know their guy's heart.
And here you now understand mine.
Cause I'm just that type of guy.

Fear scares people.
Truth hurts people.
But both go hand in hand to revelation.

Hell scares people.
Heaven impresses many.
But they work accordingly in sermons by preachers that minister the word.

Love embrace people.
Hate enrage people.
Except both are apparent within us.

Our heart is a mystery?
Feel with so much sympathy to care, to love and to share.
Except we don't?
When it is needed the most.

Floating on Substances.

She had the moon in her eyes
The ocean swaying to her will
A tidal wave of a presence in the room