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
People tell me not to think About my own demise But what if that’s the only thing That brightens up my eyes
We were formed In relation To this world Our creation
Elaborate mazes Of conjured phrases Tickle the ear Of literary peers But don’t read the type
I like to walk the razor’s edge I need to tiptoe through minefield… Don’t worry I’m a Libra If I have nothing else
Sometimes I will stare You’re just more interesting Than others in sight
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
Don’t think that we Should berate I feel we must Coruscate Not focus on
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
Relinquish control Let the Universe have space To exceed expectations
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’ve never known The salve of rest I’ve only felt Drums in my chest And when I think
Give me... A campfire, Smokes, And a bottle of rum; I’ll regale you all night long.
If this world’s taught me nothing… It’s that you have to fend for sel… From gnashing teeth and twisted mo… Or sneaky fox in the hen house
I stood amongst the rain and trees And opened up my heart to thee To breath your essence in my lungs Is hear the chords of love be stru…
