Your thought forms beauty and beas… Your word produces joy and despair… Your movement brings life and deat… Your power creates your present.

I’d like to take a bath with you And see a divine point of view I’ll suds you up and be your tool To catch a glimpse of heaven’s due

I’m such an ass You don’t even know Devoid of class No love to bestow I plant despair

I loved someone and they hurt me They hurt me like I designed them… You don’t know hell Until you’ve created your own

My brain doesn’t work like it norm… It doesn’t think of the funny rema… Or witty sayings It doesn’t jump from scene to scen… Most of the time it’s too busy

I’ve never really cared about me I know I’ll be fine I’m the benchmark of resiliency You’re who’s on my mind

Blue used to be my favorite color. Now I prefer (purple). (purple) is like blue, but more in… You’re my (more interesting, favor…

I choose to be The Most Unclean So you can see The God in thee

I want the weird one The one that everyone says is not… That one has created a Self That one I can love

Treat yourself Like you wish others Would treat you

You think I’ve got it all figured… I don’t know what’s more wrong I’ve only seen just a glimpse of… You’ve been Her all along

Most poems perused Would probably be better Made into haikus

I might be self-absorbed But you can’t call me selfish I work upon Myself To help us savor our dish

You have an ideal That I will never fulfill So I have to peel

Fumbling in the dark Searching for my clothes Looking for a girl With my third eye closed