Saturday, April 28, 2012

FICKLE PICKLE


Aligned with nothing can make you oh so fickle
Careful where you tread, it might end in a pickle
Take a path to keep your gray matter on track
Activate your brain then you won't mind all the flack 

Travel through life with your tactile passion
Always move with a forceful plan of action
Do what you may and dream with your mind
Give it all you've got and you'll be one of a kind 

Labor of Love

Tight as a drum, the heart pumps forever strong
Fingers glide over our souls, making us belong
The blood rushes over our skin with pure delight
A labor of love, nothing short of flawless insight