I wish that you could see myself The way that I see me Then maybe I might be the one That you would call lovely

Wish I was a shepherd With a flock of sheep Sitting on a hillside Grass beneath my feet Watching over loved ones

Life after age eight Put downs and berates People don’t like you When they look like fools

You told me that we’d meet halfway I’m not sure what that means ‘Cause ev’rything I need in life Is what I’ve had to be My loved ones threw me to the wolv…

Don’t think that we Should berate I feel we must Coruscate Not focus on

Flesh of my flesh Bone of my bone Please hear your partner In all his earnest If you are willing

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

You don’t know me You don’t own me You don’t show me Paradise Only tease me

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

Relinquish control Let the Universe have space To exceed expectations

I feel it is my heritage To see your essence, know your bed To think the truth inside your hea… Because that’s what your actions s…

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

Had a day that felt like two Glad to be at home with you Sight for sore eyes, love exude Now at peace since I smelled Moo

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

When we realize That our imperfections are Our emperfections