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

My soul knew that I can’t accept A fucked up view or perspective So threw me to the darkest pit To let my love be beacon lit

The journey is far, you guess And possibly arduous You just couldn’t care less ‘Cause the prize is worth the test

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.

Agile Mobile Versatile Tactile Virile

I write poetry Put my heart into it ‘Cause there just might be Someone that gives a shit

I like pretty girls With really tight curls That know how to dance and move me They gyrate and flex And downright perplex

Jonathan and Jordan Sitting in a tree M-u-s-s-i-n-g First comes souls Then comes mates

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

I know we have a special bond Because we can’t help get along Find pleasure in the naughty songs And all the rights within our wron…

If you’ve ever seen “Natural Born Killers” Then you know a wolf Never changes colors

I’ve never known The salve of rest I’ve only felt Drums in my chest And when I think

Most poems perused Would probably be better Made into haikus

If they push you Push back And go for the throat

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