(rib-)caged little bird,
with an iron will
and sorrow in your feathers,
you beat
and you bleed.
Because that's what hearts do.
Next time I will listen.

A poem is a sound.
Its meaning becomes a lyric.
And if you want to feel it,
feel it like a raindrop
that ripples through your soul.
And if it's raining within now,
it's because you listened.

I’m in a relationship
I will treat my woman
With a respect
I will love her
I will never lie to her
I will never cheat on her.

If I was a man
My woman is having
My baby.
I will be walking 9 clouds.
I will be the happiest man
Walking around.

If I was a man
Whatever ppl say about
My woman
I’ll stand tall and fight for her.
I won’t listen to anybody

See problem with that
I’m not a man
But I could think
If I was a man

the siren calls out from her sea-wrought rock;
the ocean lapping at her speckled wings;
i will always throw myself off the dock;
to drown below as her grinning mouth sings.

i do not remember serving a feast;
nor descending to obey the fruit tree;
tantalus tries but God thinks of us least;
for the both of us will never be free.

when i bind my long hair upon my head;
triumphant samson lifts his callused hands;
for when delilah leads us to her bed;
still we will sing her song across the lands.

temptation my religion, doomed am i;
to slither the earth in order to fly.