Thursday, September 22, 2011

bedtime battle

the devil tries to sleep with me.
and he is never still.
I tell him not to stay in here
he whispers soft 'i will'
Jesus Jesus Jesus
tell him please to leave
Jesus Jesus Jesus
I really do believe

Wednesday, September 7, 2011

hillside 1

spattered on the dirt
green yellow green
the water wipes the rocks
clean slick clean
rain said hello
sun shines yellow
the 'never come out sad man'
I've never even seen

you are pretty

I have looked at the moon
a whole whole lot
I have felt of the sunshine too.
but never have I ever
looked at or felt
anything as pretty as you.