I leave it untitled just to make the kids smile,
they say I haven't written much in a while,
Well now the words are flowing like the Nile,
Call it word vomit or just straight bile.

I have bullets of ideas so bite the bullet,
Swallow it, then cool it.
Commit to it.

They said I was no poet,
I decided to forfeit.
These spooners weren't ready to fork-it.
Came back, said fork it.

Run for shelter, you were wrong
and I'm dropping bombs.
So say your alms.
The end is near...

For you anyways.
I'm just getting started.

If I told you what I thought
You'd get so lost.
I'm just THAT boss.

Now get lost.

I'm a fixer upper.
The kind you don't take home to mother.
Just the secret lover
And that's my cover.

You don't know me and I don't know you.
I don't know me or what is true.
I don't know up and I don't know down.
But I know what goes around comes around.

I guess I'm lost.
Got a GPS at a high cost.
Left the batteries at the store
Now I'm back to where I was before.

Lost and Broken.

Italian Sonnet

I shall swiftly forget your embrace.
Your kisses used to mean something,
But now your cold lips mean nothing.
Your existence has left my memory without a trace,
And your beauty has morphed into a pale face.
Goodbye, you devil of a being,
The gates of Hell you shall soon be seeing,
And I shall fill this empty space
With earth, and blood, and sweat.
I clean my hands of the muck and the mire
Carrying no sense of regret,
Just the desire to take a drag on my cigarette.
A new love is now my desire,
And my old love I shall forget.