Rain, rain wash away All the stains of yesterday Here I stand, made of clay Mold me into my today
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
I’m not sure how this all goes dow… I’m not sure how it works The only thing I know for sure We love each other’s quirks The things we thought would drive…
We gave our world to Father Time To fill our pockets up with dimes While Mother Nature sits and crie… And waits for us to open eyes
I guess I write poetry I just vomit my soul onto paper I don’t know what else to call it but, poetry
I love the way you say that you Are drawn to my voice I love the tremble in your touch The steady of your choice I love the open hand you give
I need to be Out in the bush Not just a mere Craving or crush It’s a huge piece
The waves, curls, cowlicks; Your idiosyncrasies Make me love you more.
I hope you have her desire for ord… With a bit of mine to vex And my penchant to look ever inwar… Tempered with hers to project I hope you have my cool demeanor
Because you exist Is the best reason For you to persist
Embrace the darkness It’s the only way That your light can shine
Most poems perused Would probably be better Made into haikus
snow rains and flushes mental cocaines
Elaborate mazes Of conjured phrases Tickle the ear Of literary peers But don’t read the type
I think it’s just about time for m… Pack on up and head to the Great… Maybe if I sever all my human tie… My outer world will match the one…
