A poem is a naked person... Some people say that I am a poet.

What drives me to you, drives me insane.

Aretha with no goals, eternally single & one step soft of heaven/ let it be understood that she owns this melody along with her emotional diplomats & her earth & her musical secrets

The inmates and prisoners, I found they were my kind, and it was there inside the bars I found my peace of mind.

Bent out of shape from society's pliers, cares not to come up any higher, but rather get you down in the hole that he's in.

I love Country Music but what happened to it?

Idiot wind, blowing every time you move your teeth. You're an idiot babe, it's a wonder that you still know how to breathe.