There’s one thing I’ve never had in my life And I feel I’d regret Not tasting the spice It’s lean, it’s mean
I’d like to find someone That celebrates my self Except this life’s taught me You can’t trust no one else They see your loving charms
I’ve never wrapped My mind around Making you feel Seen, heard, and found I didn’t know
I am a simple, joyful man Without a thing you’d call a plan I bounce around and bump into What I would call my Katmandu
I guess I write poetry I just vomit my soul onto paper I don’t know what else to call it but, poetry
I am a Libra, can’t you see The meaning of dichotomy The this and that, the you and me The balance and disparity
I saw you standing there so fine In dress real nice with man that’s… I wish I could just say to you I’d love you more than he could do
I’ve driven self along my quest I think it might be time for rest To take steps back and then assess What it might mean to be my best
Mom and Dad don’t love you They’re already tuned To their own sweet song Fireflies in June You are just an extra
Don’t think that we Should berate I feel we must Coruscate Not focus on
I can blend seamlessly Because I find parts of me In ev’ryone I see
snow rains and flushes mental cocaines
Told you that we’d last forever Told you that we’d always be Told you we could count on never How could I be so naive Only those that want a tether
I need to get him out So he feels the treat Of an empty bladder Grass beneath his feet
If you’re satisfied with yourself And the world you live in, Is that your cue To start again?