I like pretty girls With really tight curls That know how to dance and move me They gyrate and flex And downright perplex

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…

The only difference Between enlightenment and ignoranc… Is seeing your own magnificence

I’m in the darkness You can’t intervene It’s just what I need For light to shine clean

Old school Playing a groove of the used to Small few Hailed by hipsters and still cool Lo-fi

Most poems perused Would probably be better Made into haikus

I need to be Out in the bush Not just a mere Craving or crush It’s a huge piece

Mom and Dad don’t love you They’re already tuned To their own sweet song Fireflies in June You are just an extra

Face down in gutter again Seems to be my closest friend Where I land time and again Nothing new except the end

Two is one One is none That’s the world we live in Relative Perspective

When they say “Two wrongs don’t make a right.” What I hear is “Don’t confuse justice with spite.…

I would be the worst Dom Ever. If a Sub said “Here is my being, Do as you like.” Only her pleasure and joy

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

You showed me the switch And all that comes with it Karma’s a bitch

I want the weird one The one that everyone says is not… That one has created a Self That one I can love