Scare Tissue

You want to love me Don’t look for perfection of soul

Don’t look for an old school soul 

Don’t look for any of the norms 

I am a man and I fail as I fall

I’m just a man 

I cry and I feel pain and then I want love

I scream and I fight and I try to distract the norm

I wish I could be godly but

Evil is something close to my soul

I try the best I can

I try to make my soul whole

I attempt to find light in the darkness of my world

I try to find a smile so my mind doesn’t always see cold

I try to define myself

I try to somehow make me whole

I know a man falls

But the bottom I hope is not that close
Copyright 2015. Omavi.

Beauty Defined

“Beauty Defined …”
Her beauty

Makes me want to laugh

Makes me want to cry

Makes me numb 

Her beauty 

Makes me want to move mountains

Makes me want to capture the sky

Put it in a pretty box, bows and all

Give it to her by a waning moonlight 

Her beauty

Makes me want to chase shadows

Makes me want to create memories

Of all she is and all she does

Makes me want to call every good

Thanking them for putting her in my sight

Makes me want to see any beauty no longer

Her beauty enough for the rest of my life

Her beauty makes me smile

Her beauty transcends time

Her beauty

Makes my words sing

Whilst my soul revels in her touch

Just a kiss would make me THE addict

She is my drug of choice

Her beauty

She shines

I pay homage to a living star

Her beauty

So pure

Perfection and sublime

Alluring and entrapping 

I’m captured

Grinning and asking her to keep me

Her beauty

Everything and anything I ever wanted

I found in her smile 
Copyright 2015. Omavi.