It’s really hard to get inside My inner circle, past my spies But if you think it’s worth a try You just might find a paradise

Give me... A campfire, Smokes, And a bottle of rum; I’ll regale you all night long.

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

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.

You hurt me so bad And though I have the right I still care enough To not turn out the lights

Sometimes I will stare You’re just more interesting Than others in sight

Most poems perused Would probably be better Made into haikus

I lived today. I breathed. I moved. I was. I hope I helped.

I’m such an ass You don’t even know Devoid of class No love to bestow I plant despair

If we would just ask Mother Nature for answers We might find our truths

Told you that we’d last forever Told you that we’d always be Told you we could count on never How could I be so naive Only those that want a tether

Seems like I’ve tried so many tim… To kill myself but just won’t die Chosen the worst paths and the cri… And always out the other side

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

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