A toast to all the ladies who held the torch,
While I walked down life's dark winding path.

She is beautiful and clever,
I just have to tell her,
“ My souls under pressure,
from my heart to love you forever”.

Grab her long,
Kiss her strong,
This is where she belongs...

"Your love tainted me from within,
Was your Archangel—'til you turned me into Damien.
Regardless, still the most earnest artist,
Even as my mind departs further into darkness."

Her Body,
a Space Odyssey.

Any Scar,
a Shooting Star.

Your cerebrum must be cracked,
from the chemical smoke stacks which
also induce memory lapse of when I had your back.

Soaked my heart’s ****, in a mineral bath. In
relationships took Aves,
I shouldn’t have.

Received no rewards for bending over backwards.
Relieved myself from every body else just to protect himself.

Scientific positive findings have me covering my walls with positive writing