Sleeping on couches
But regrets less
I’d rather sleep under trees than your admonishing gaze
On rocks and debris than continue to let you kick me.
And with crazy stories than to keep on forgoing my life
So don’t feel sorry for me
Be sorry for the girl I was
And be happy for me.
And be happy I’m free.
I’ve been,abundant with all the things that be rising with the energy of sunlight.
I became the dawn breeze and the dew.
When I look inside I see you, me,and eternity intermingled and usurping.
Sometimes I choose rhymes over rhythms while proliferating currency and I see that
Anger manifests far before it presents, it begins as
Egh I don’t like this
and persists as you insist to bite your tongue and depress
Lest I become a slave to an outward projection I began neglecting this need to feed
And a quickening began happening declaring one thing
To be the shepherd
To give into the moment
And to live in ecstasy
Making the universe my home ,my heart rhythm percussion
And discussion only
Of destruction when riding the world of dysfunction
Can’t find a penny, too rich
Sleeping on couches , cause I chose this
Now I’m,rich miss
Cloud 9..living this