You say the tree
belongs to you, but it stays while
you're the one to leave.

Mom, what does the crow

mean when he caws? Not sure, Dear,

you'd have to ask him.

You, my heart, don't tease
me any longer. Tell me 
what I want to hear.

The winds are weird and 
whispering in my ear.
I feel like goodbyes.

I thought it was a 
ghost I didn't know, but it 
was the ghost from home.

I was outside in 
the dark with him and then the 
ghost followed me home.

I'm so excited,
my sweet, to spend the rest of 
my life loving you.

I 
got 
the 
blues 
daddio 
but 
the 
pink 
yellow 
and 
green 
sparkly 
kind 

I miss that little
library in the desert 
with the arch doorway.

Let the mood take you,
let the music move you and let 
the love change you.

I saw you in that
car, looking like you do, and 
my heart skipped a beat.

Don't forget it takes
two to Tango, 'cause she ain't 
dancin' by herself.

When my cubs are low

I cuddle them to my breast.

Pet their precious heads.

The blood is boiling, 
the muscles tightening, the 
skies are turning red.

Today my heart aches
and not much can soothe it, but
the passing of time.

Autumn reminds me
it's coming and I am sad
for summer's passing.

I'm going to fly.

It'll look like singing and dancing. 
Then I'll be gone.

There's infinite

amounts of love in you. Let it be art 

and reach the world.

I've been searching for 
the words for days, but they're wrapped 
up in my hot skin. 

The sun soaked leaves in

water that later fills me 

with love of the earth.

I waited all night to 

see the moon from my window 

like I did last night.

There were toys in the 
yard and the wind blew the long
grass all around them.

The day is settling
into bed and the night 
is ready to rise.

You think you could 
never be that person then you 
wake up and you are.

It's chilly. The moon is 
full. I hear there are crows that
live in those tall trees.

Mama and Papa
sitting in a tree
K-I-S-S-I-N-G!

She looked up. Through the
dust her disgust was thick. She had 
had dreams now just squash.

The moon was aloof 
that night. It reminded me of 
the night it wasn't.

"Borderline" blared and 

they turned south on 33rd 

then east on Prescott.

The tips of the trees,
the tops of the clouds, the ends
of the earth meeting.

The ocean, she is
beautiful, but it's the river 
that has my heart.

It was the kind of 
cloud I thought would make the
perfect kingdom someday.

I realized then I 
was in love all over again
for the first time.

I felt the moon and 
I were thinking the same thing.
'Yep, we're trapped, dude.'

Starving for you. Starved
for you. So hungry. Ravenous
wolf at full moon.

PODS brings all the 
pickers to the yard and they're, 
like, it's freer than yours.

Some days are for
writing and some days are for
thinking about writing.

I woke, looked out a
window, and wondered what 
sea was it that I saw.

Standing by the 
sticker bushes and looking
down the empty alley.

I had to get used 
to new sounds, new sights and 
meet a few new spirits.

"Oh yeah, I say, life
goes on. Long after the thrill
of livin' is gone."
-John Cougar

The sticks and bark chips
reminded me of a child 
I knew long ago.

I saw the cat through
the fence and I could've touched
him, but for that fence.