Poems And Lyrics By Ken (The Man)

My wisdom has become my folly, And my deceit my only aid, Am afraid of myself, For am evolving, I cant recognize my image, See the monster i've become I did this for pleasure ,fun, Now i conspire to live, My once innocent brain , Is a vulgar locomotive, And i thrive ecstasy from hurt. How do i spell evil? When it arouses my conscience, If this be a guillotine show, Then my pangs increase, Am becoming my greatest fear, Depraity embosses my mind, And am torn in between , In between good and evil.

I fell hard for the village cook, Perhaps it was her recipe, Or her bosom,,her full laucherie, Perhaps she added a pinch of vinegar, Perhaps her dimples being luscious, My blood ran after every meal. I fell hard for the village cook, always alluring and full of laughter, Always with a spoon,a large soup spoon, She playfully tempts with her cutlery, Playfully she winks at me, My blood runs after every meal. I fell hard for the village cook, Always helping her out with dishes, Always talking to her about wishes, She loves my wits, She adores my treats, Perhaps meant,perhaps not, My blood runs after every meal

My heart has found  rest, A lounge to dine and love in, If only for one chance, And ill prove my desire, Is not what it seems, But a castle of affection My greatest weakness, Was i had one heart, Not two like i wish, To love you indefinitely, For hardest and soft,vital and trivial, Feel my sincerity,my deepest affection. If for sincerity i fail, For divinity i hope i will, M y lord am on my knees, That a double portion of emotion n bliss , Will invest in my cupid, And my heart will know solace and place