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

Elaborate mazes Of conjured phrases Tickle the ear Of literary peers But don’t read the type

The waves, curls, cowlicks; Your idiosyncrasies Make me love you more.

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

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

My parents threw me to the pits When I was just a little kid That’s why I only know the cold And loving touch is stranglehold

I’m not the one That I should be I’m just the man You came to see Imperfect you

She is the one I call my life And nothing like Her sweet and spice So if you want

I’ve lost my joy Not sure where it went I can’t remember It’s sweet smelling scent It had to do

I pour my heart into these prose Because I feel I need to go Into the darkness that will show What needs to surface from below

I wanna kiss your scars I wanna smell your stank I wanna taste your tears I wanna lick your taint I wanna hold you close

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

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

I am a Libra, can’t you see The meaning of dichotomy The this and that, the you and me The balance and disparity