Sweet sound pulsates, Notes gently caress, Perched you hold guitar, Strumming, your fingers travel, Across strings of gold, Pull me in, sweetness, Those hands that wander
And so it begins There you are This tiny little thing, Struggle to survive From egg to child, Nature dictates, eat, sleep, Burp, grin and shit, Be polite, mind your manners,
Look closely, Upon her skin, Written in words, Obscenities, obscure, carved, Marked, she sits, Warm bath drowns sin, Flowing bloody water runs, Swim in unhappiness, guilt,
I won’t give you satisfaction No matter it rises up, grips Chokes, not a tear drop will fall, Nor slide, but remain in my eye. It’s just a muscle. Contracts Pumps Circulates blood
Traveled far and wide, Forty three odd years Started in land of air, Earth Tree roots, flower shoots, Grass blades, ball of intense heat, Drifting clouds, April showers,