I have a confession to make if you please
About some of the poems that I happen to read
I've never been much at swiming the literary sea
And the water for me can be a bit deep

All I am is a simple guy
That's learned over the years to simply rhyme
That's what I do time after time
That's how it is line after line

I might come up with some crazy ideas
But after all has been done and all has been said
What you have sitting here is all that is left
Just rhyming thoughts that pop in and out of my haed

There it is, my confession that I make to you
As I dip my toes into this poetic pool
Wearing my rythmic floaties just in case I do
Fall flat on my face like a poetic fool

I decided today when I woke up
To write a poem  for everyone
I'd start off with the very old
And end up with the young

In between I'd have kings and queens
Along with a peasant or two
A genius with a dozen degrees
Even a few without a clue

For the in-laws and the outlaws
Though at times they act the same
If right now they're sitting next to you
No need to mention names

I'd also write it for the Catholics
Protestants and Jews
So as not to leave anyone out
A Methodist marching band with kazoos

What would a poem for everyone be
Without rodeo and circus clowns
The ones that paint happy faces
Over the top of their life's frowns

The tall the short and skinny of course
Those that are tipping the scale
Which these days are most of us
But let's not dip into that well

And of course I can't leave out
All the gays and all the straights
Who never knew that they were straight
Until the gays knew they were gay

I guess we've all been labeled
I really don't mean to offend
Oops...I almost forgot to include
All the mustached women and hairy backed men

If you find you weren't in here
And think that your unmentionable
I'd like you to know my friend
My rudeness was unintentional

You may take this poem for everyone
And do with it what you wish
Perhaps the closest receptacle
Where it may join it's friends...the trash

I want to stand in the middle of a thunder storm
With you in the pouring rain
Looking into the cryptic sky
Feeling the rain run down our face
The thunder in our chest,
The zap of lightning in our fingertips
The rush of adrenaline,
Oh this is what I live for

Fall in love with my flaws, my imperfections
Fall in love with my scars, my freckles
Fall in love with my stories, my weirdness
And fall in love with my laugh,
My smile, my eyes,
And the way I say goodbye

Kevin says...
The morning air feels like rain
In hopes it washes away the dirt and shame
From this life and the night before

Kevin says...
Let the skies pour down Lord

Kevin says...
I've been so long on this road
Don't know how much further I have to go
Hangs dollar bills from the tops of trees

Kevin says...
So he can watch them blow in the breeze

Kevin says...
He doesn't know what more he likes
The middle of the day or the late of night
Guess if you must know the truth

Kevin says...*
He loves when the sun kisses the morning dawns early youth