My daughter said the other day I’m glad my father ran away So we could find relationship Without my mother ruining it

We ate from The Tree Of Knowledge, Good and Evil No higher steeple

It won’t be pretty the tears the snot the mess Lifetimes

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.

I saw you lying in our bed And love, profound, danced through… The beauty of your soul, like brea… Is all I need to feel well fed

My parents threw me to the pits When I was just a little kid That’s why I only know the cold And loving touch is stranglehold

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

Darkness envelops Veins of fire rend the abyss God’s awemazing works

To tell you the truth I relish your cum It’s the best homage To a job well done

You ever seen A sky so blue Picture heaven In perfect hues Makes you think

Ever been great at Balance? Then you understand Why I tip my scales.

Mostly I want To be myself Something special To someone else