Ever been great at Balance? Then you understand Why I tip my scales.

There’s a certain kind of type That always does it right Elicits smiles and tears In the space between your ears The only sort of religion

I think I’ve found the reason why I threw my gut instincts aside You had a crazy, fucked up song You made me sing I knew was wrong But now, thank God, I’ve seen the…

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

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

Little chipper 'munk Primal, honest, cheeky, sweet Sugar in my ’shine

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.

My God loves puddles I know because I watched two girl… Complete, innocent, borderline rec… That’s My God

Don’t think that we Should berate I feel we must Coruscate Not focus on

Had a day that felt like two Glad to be at home with you Sight for sore eyes, love exude Now at peace since I smelled Moo

Embrace the darkness It’s the only way That your light can shine

Now you know The depths of depravity A man will go For love of his progeny

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

You are eternal. Your essence will always exist. You will always be, You. Enjoy it!