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

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

I feel you You feel me Our love happens eventually With an up down Turn us round

We ate from The Tree Of Knowledge, Good and Evil No higher steeple

Mostly I want To be myself Something special To someone else

If you’re satisfied with yourself And the world you live in, Is that your cue To start again?

I missed out on Our baby’s clues I didn’t feel Her in your womb But now she’s here

I’m like a pretzel Simple ingredients And a bit twisted

If they push you Push back And go for the throat

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

We were formed In relation To this world Our creation

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

The worst thing we could think abo… Is that our tooth and nail don’t c… That we could bite and scratch and… And not make difference at all I hate to say, that will happen