John DavaBlue JayOh blue bird, what’s it like up there? Flying high soaring over our heads Is it true bird, is it nice up there? Or is it a lie filling you…Jan 21, 2017Jan 21, 2017
John DavaWait, wait, wait, wait Everything feels like a paper weight Holding it down so it doesn’t blow away…It’s late, late, wait, wait Forget what I said, forgive what I say I’m only human, a maker of mistakes Dearly beloved, don’t dare dissipateOct 25, 2016Oct 25, 2016
John DavaWrighteWhen I write, write, write, write I fell right, right, right, right Into a world that feels right Left my wrongs, Write my rightsOct 25, 2016Oct 25, 2016