Cross
I won't let "this" distort your love
or what you mean to me
all I know is two words then one capture it:
I'm forgiven
I'm forgiven
I'm forgiven
free
Lynn my love
like a hard hit that can't miss
your love is on the tip of both my lips
though try I might to shake the force
I'm witless, out of ideas, and gladly amiss
waiting for your call and kiss
juicy be the syllable consonant mix
word that's like candy on my lips
its so great
like a treasure this pirate can't resist
I would deep sea dive for a booty
that gave my nose such a well smelling gift
all me shipmates would think this be to much trouble
for any treasure so often likened to madness
but I be the captain of this hear ship
and me lover be purely bliss
like a firewood gone blazing
her love is on my lips
so come here go there
and never a soul
will I find who's friendship and inner being
match her bar brawl skill, beauty and wit
I'm lost in her sea
given to love's storm
all my person raptured
love it seems is worth the grand trip
Authors note - For my love Marissa. My girlfriend who's voice and love makes me smile.
sin
sin is
faithless
merciless
wreckless
ruthless
carelessness
blindness
truthless
brainless
honorless
pointless
laziness
disobedience
endless
rude
crude
predictable
prideful
resentful
godless
worthless
repentless
li·centious·ness
it's artless
arrogance
impatience
heartless
shameless
beautyless
monotonous
heinous
passionless
dreamless
it's a cold dessert
with a child called baroness
all who serve it
are likened to nightmares
and cold sweats
I do
what was that?
do it for you?
climb and pant for you?
decide to doubt doubt for you?
to know all is in control
all in awe of you
did you say I'm to forsake all for you?
to know without sight for you?
negate the fact for you?
for you I will do
speak to dark for you
instigate a spark of light
all knowing glow stirring inside
glory dancing around you
entirety acknowledging the disciplined truth
odd though that this
no longer then now this is
far from me to remain
parting with a thought formed
letting me grieve the grieved
therefore in conclusion
I am yours
in other words with you
what's more
I do

why im real
why I'm real?
ill tell you why
hand
foot
gut
spleen
a sigh
I breathe I touch
angered
then its you with a knife I might cut
but more likely an unkind word then touch
I hurt I feel
I reason that this you will feel
with intellect I surmise
with lust eyes fixed on a prize
I touch what I cannot see
even if that is black inside me
you see this is what makes me human
although I try and try
again and again
on the floor
kick spit growl and fuss
still I am what I am
no more
just the right amount of fire and cuss
all wrong impulses
nothing of fluff and care
oh is there someone
something
an aversion that dare?
to step within this sticky darkness
to take me out the rut
if this problem persists Ill admit
forever sure doth look like more than a black stump
but avast there is one
that did take me out
gave me hope a clean ship
a course sails and a merry stout
for him I'll attribute all fortune and fame
a pirate following his course
never to darkness do I now owe time