Each moment at hand Is open invitation To the promised land
I don’t see into future I don’t remember past I only know this present A gift, that too, shall pass
I guess I write poetry I just vomit my soul onto paper I don’t know what else to call it but, poetry
What if I watched with no judgement or saw without shame, nurtured your essence behind drawn shades?
I’ve lived, died, born, thrived So many times I’ve lost count So it stands to reason Our divine evolution Is the only thing that I care abo…
I’d like to see Some more of you But only if You think that’s cool If you would want
I’ve never wrapped My mind around Making you feel Seen, heard, and found I didn’t know
I’m such an ass You don’t even know Devoid of class No love to bestow I plant despair
I’m like a pretzel Simple ingredients And a bit twisted
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 passed through little Whitley t… And stopped where locals could be… When I pulled up, I heard a sound Angel’s voice in Dolby surround It was a sweet, but tearful song
My gaze is like a laser beam That scorches souls and torches dr… It melts you down if you would dee… To stay too long within my scene
I have an idea Of who I’m s’posed to be And that’s the whole reason I’ve never been happy
Wish I was a shepherd With a flock of sheep Sitting on a hillside Grass beneath my feet Watching over loved ones
Elaborate mazes Of conjured phrases Tickle the ear Of literary peers But don’t read the type