I don’t write poems for poets Flowery language, indulge us I break it down With a simpler sound And anything more would be less

I live a beautiful fantasy Standing before surging human seas Caught up in their own revelry Of my soul laid bare for all to se…

I give you an inch You try for a mile I’m glad I spoke up And still made you smile

I’ll tear myself from limb to limb For you to suture up again It feels like the perfect win/win To play our roles, morals and sin

Somehow when I write It comes out in time Words seem to flow out In a catchy rhyme Things just sorta happen

What if I watched with no judgement or saw without shame, nurtured your essence behind drawn shades?

You say this I say that We are caught in a rat trap Take a breath Step it back

We might be just a bit fucked up And, God, I hope that’s true ‘Cause that means life is nothing… The deepest passion’s hue

It won’t be pretty the tears the snot the mess Lifetimes

I’m not sure how I’ve come this f… From sinking pit to shooting star. Could it be when I loved my scars… Or when I chose to be this bard? Maybe, it happened, as a lark.

You ever seen A sky so blue Picture heaven In perfect hues Makes you think

She is the one I call my life And nothing like Her sweet and spice So if you want

Never gonna be The cover of Glamour That sure doesn’t mean I’m not still enamored With your energy

If you could see the soul of me You’d know I am a hate machine A pretty face without obscene But, nonetheless, still dubbed unc…

I stood amongst the rain and trees And opened up my heart to thee To breath your essence in my lungs Is hear the chords of love be stru…