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 guess I write poetry I just vomit my soul onto paper I don’t know what else to call it but, poetry
I am a Libra, can’t you see The meaning of dichotomy The this and that, the you and me The balance and disparity
The world that I was born into Is not the world I want I work to try to get back to A one that values plants
Somehow when I write It comes out in time Words seem to flow out In a catchy rhyme Things just sorta happen
When we realize That our imperfections are Our emperfections
I am a simple, joyful man Without a thing you’d call a plan I bounce around and bump into What I would call my Katmandu
Caught a glance Just by chance And it somehow moved me Head snapped Thunder clapped
Just being yourself Is the absolute best way To show the world love
Rain, rain wash away All the stains of yesterday Here I stand, made of clay Mold me into my today
I cast the blame on you and her That just might be a bit obscured To tell the tale with honest voice I have to acknowledge my choice
You say that you enjoy people I don’t think that is true You want to be a pure steeple And lord it over fools
I’m just looking for An open invitation To bathe you in love
I don’t see into future I don’t remember past I only know this present A gift, that too, shall pass
Relinquish control Let the Universe have space To exceed expectations
