I choose to be The Most Unclean So you can see The God in thee
All of Us As Us For Us
It’s quite a process To create a person
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
Working towards Common goals
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
The journey is far, you guess And possibly arduous You just couldn’t care less ‘Cause the prize is worth the test
Your face Transcends Garnish
I might be self-absorbed But I’m not selfish I work on Myself Because that’s the best way For Me to help Us
I guess I write poetry I just vomit my soul onto paper I don’t know what else to call it but, poetry
To tell you the truth I relish your cum It’s the best homage To a job well done
Darkness envelops Veins of fire rend the abyss God’s awemazing works
I am homeless Not because I live in my car But, because my home is in the arm… And I forget what that feels like
snow rains and flushes mental cocaines
Flesh of my flesh Bone of my bone Please hear your partner In all his earnest If you are willing