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

Seems like I’ve tried so many tim… To kill myself but just won’t die Chosen the worst paths and the cri… And always out the other side

My daughter said the other day I’m glad my father ran away So we could find relationship Without my mother ruining it

I crave the things I like And not the ones I don’t If that makes me an addict, then Apologize I won’t

When we realize That our imperfections are Our emperfections

My baby’s got Curly red hair Shimmering eyes Freckles to spare Likes to play games

Most poems perused Would probably be better Made into haikus

I cast the blame on you and her That just might be a bit obscured To tell the tale with honest voice I have to acknowledge my choice

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

Always lived a life that’s been Filled with devils, marked by sin Never thought my darker side Be the thing that brings you light

Rain, rain wash away All the stains of yesterday Here I stand, made of clay Mold me into my today

She’s a bad-ass bitch That talks with a lisp And I pity the fool that would fi… She’ll shove your face in the dirt And make your everything hurt

Don’t take the past away from me It made me who I am I like the one I’ve come to be A truthful, loving man

Let me make Home for you That rivals Kathmandu Hugs, kisses

It’s really hard to get inside My inner circle, past my spies But if you think it’s worth a try You just might find a paradise