The words 'I love you'
Are just right for us
For lovers with time and space
I have no sense for those lines and essence

I do not talk to women
I talk to my friends in my sleep
When, I wake up
The world wakes up hot in the afternoon

As I pick out each petal for you
People will fall in love with its dew
When the flower loses its beauty
Becoming bare like dead leaves you tread through

That is when I will say
'I love you'
That flower shall spring to life again
Till then, I wait for the you

Time to paint the world red

Why are men essentially
Different from women?
Ask yourself as a feminist
If you would do unto a man
What man wouldn't do unto a woman
In that perspective, it becomes clear
That men and women are quite similar
We can restrain ourselves
Only that women are less restrained
It should be noted that emotions have a role to play
However, to assume gender empowerment
It is necessary to find similarities
Between each gender
Thus, we can live harmoniously
Unless male patriarchy is the ultimate hindrance
To feminine sexuality

Under his skin
He lives with his thoughts
That break free from the emptiness inside
From the creases and wrinkles
Comes two sides

Like youth shows from a young one
One face is the smile
A face seen by all
Comes from the exasperated innocence
Of a boy who once lived behind those blue eyes

Embrace that smile and joy
For the real side which belongs to you, not him
He will never understand
His own happiness
Without you, he is a broken man

The knots of her
Mind lay undone
Like a ball of wool
Waiting to be spun

The average worker can work for 15 hours
A man can provide for his children a meal a day
Children lose the ability to educate themselves
Once they start work, a stated routine, a stated marriage
They are someone else's property
Man is the only creature, that let's their fathers die in the jungle
And their mother die in someone's arms
Man is the only creature, that can tan-hide his brother
But, there is a stated routine for the brothers
For the brothers need to be bred for work
Like milked cattle on milch barns
All standing in long lines waiting for the next mile of grass
Man can **** man over some grass and coke
By grass I mean land
By coke I mean a limey drink for 20 cents
I guess men could be better without their possessions
Imagine it without the drugs or bummed smokes
Imagine life without the movie stars and all the signs
There is a stated routine in how we keep buying
Putting our mattress kings to sleep on cushioned beds
While our workers eat the pavement and dirt every fine day
Like I said man can **** man, over money and love
How ironic that money buys love.

If we as human beings are meant to bring reason
Bring water out of stone
Create fame from fortune
Then, what comes next
Probably, the study of relevant subjects
That entice us, but, what do we crave
Many of us wonder, if we want a happy ending
Honestly, we want to have an ending
The story should end, even if it not be remembered
In that sense, we are truly capable of reasoning
As reasoning requires to reject the praise and goodwill of others
For a purposeful end
If we shall truly reason, we cannot let our beliefs sway
Let alone be moved by the storm of emotion or doubt
If our mind is a sail boat, let it find it's way
On a vast ocean of rationalism
However, we will always question our own self
Seldom, trusting the route
If trusting the wind
Is faith
Reason is having trust
In your sails, as the wind may come to a calm halt someday
That is God's will, perhaps.

We are naked when born
Choosing our place among forlorn ancestors
After death, a structured life denotes our span
Our modern thinking will not save the hunger pangs
For the meals are crisp, delightful as religious rites are

Born are we to serve our fathers
Who give everything to their fathers
Living a life of servitude
Never striding next to kings
What of the princes knowing no solicitude

We are only mere classmates
In a college of wisdom
Wizened by the plight of our teachers
To lead a nation or cure cancer
We are naked to ourselves, as we are simply accident-prone

If we linger on in this blue planet
Life most come to a tragic end
Where the followers of the chapel proceedings
Get the most out of this age-old tradition
Often divorcing logic from religion

For future foresight
You need philosophy
For short term analysis
You need mathematics
As he future being an object of fear in our premise
We base our notions on falsities
Perhaps, we fear the truth
Or we fear what the truth is behind all the mumbo jumbo
Understanding these things
We can say that from our roles as human beings
To accept the truth
Is to create the story of our lives
Unedited, original and unforgiving to the real version
Let us write our own life in water colors
Let us paint the sky with our skin
The skin will be tainted with golden fire
And our life will be a mere reflection of the heights of achievement
Let us embody our work, as poets

The sea is riled
Driven by hunger's embrace

Clasped arms
Like a seaweed's sewn lace

In the mirage of watery beings
A siren emerges without a trace

These are a thought of you
That I yearn

I still drown in your memory
And have a lot to learn

You can restore yourself
Heal your loveless heart if you must
Because the love you have now
Is just an idea of what is about to come
I am talking about the journey
You will cross many roads
Meet many beings of strange souls
Some may not even have souls
I do not mean evil, but, anything
That has words has no soul at times
Imagine, a parachute that tears mid-way
But, saves your life
These are what lush pastures in the mind present
The living daydream that human consciousness is
And nightmares that dreams are to many men
That live in the past

The value of power
Is in the hand of the employed men
Then, why do we consider the power currently
In the hands of authorities, an unrighteous force?
Christianity, considers power an unrighteous sin
A powerful force that can carry out the most immoral actions
Hence, the more you understand the ideas of God, the more you will realize
That our established societies break the boundaries
Of what is correct and incorrect, just to sway from this unequal force
Will deny that most of our ideals are equivocal or questionable
But, what about our wants
Let us ask ourselves, is it wrong to want liberty?
Maybe, according to Aristotle who said the city-state need not
Necessarily promote liberty

We look at ourselves unknowing of the consequence of our actions
We may exist for the betterment of others or the detriment of others
As much as we may believe that the truth is our good facet
It fades with time as we develop an understanding of ourselves
The essence of human nature often requires we understand this through poetry
In poetry, the truth can take many shapes and pull us to an imaginary platform
However, despite the truth fading not being an essence of human nature is true
The strength of something righteous or an understanding of good is required to propel the truth
The truth may gain meaning, but, people may benefit of off lies
That is human nature, not the concept that truth fades into fugue
A spiritual fugue such as a car salesman struggling with his job engages in speaking a lie
He is not being indulgent, he is simply lying to survive
Surviving is the true essence of human nature
That is why the truth may or may not fade from the human conscience
Multiple conceptions of the truth are good
Many interpretations of what is the truth are not
As the person, thus, becomes capricious in his pursuit to spiritual development
So, it is the struggle to survive or become a spiritual being
The truth shall not always set you free

If our love were lavish as affectionate
Moor and mire would swallow my sallow breath
With trees and lack of remorse, ******* would flower
Flocculent and bright as the sun that shone in her hair
Godly grace, I beg my witless lies should be spoken
Among the goodly men with their enervated women
Such lithe beings would emerge from a youthful glance
I would ask myself how does appear the chance
In the face of fear, I would forget my enemies
And make love my ultimate goal for thee
In such apprehension many lovers shall turn away
I instead ask let us have long love’s day, well spent
For in thee, I find my heart’s words and speak
As well as the air often associated with the pale and meek

I see myself in the blue depths of a grey cloud
On a garden in golden fields, except everything is green

Beyond the conscious knowledge of sky and sound
In between you and me, nothingness is a sound

Like a dream
Nothing lasts forever, but, what is a day in the living consciousness?

We have the same blood that makes us so aware
So wary of another, in this despair we share our heart and soul

Will our institutions last
Or is man the only species that will light up a dark alley

We criticize ourselves when others don't look
And criticize others when we look for answers

The love lost
Can be gained
Through friendship

The wall will be stained by time
The ink will wash away, but, the words remain
Without some solicitude and kindness
Perhaps the words will lose power

I don't know why the garden behind a lulled neighbourhood
Reminds me of the forgiving past
When, I jotted my thoughts from the start
As a pale boy

Understanding the road of violence taken
Many ideals ceased to exist until poetry came
Maybe, because of white privilege
But, the Bible is all we had for freedom

Now that black lives matter, thorns stub your head
As the nail impairs the prolonged hammer
We write for a culled audience
Dealing with prejudice, with our hands tied

Things are not black and white anymore than before
It is my duty to see the color
Life is more than warm and white color
Like blooming flowers grasping their innocence

Life is a beautiful wonderment
It isn't born of acceptance
A dirge-like procession always carries on
Yet, indelible writings are on the wall

I ain't got nothing to do
On this pale afternoon
Just to sit and write you line
Maybe I'll open a cold soda
Think of memories and hold 'em
Hell, it's been a long time
I reckon you are doing well
I may not read about you
But that's alright
I suppose the way you faced me
In my bed
When I'm soulless and losing my head
I can't get next to you
I reckon you are doing well
Little homesick
But, that will pass
I reckon you are doing well
May is lonesome without you
In summer
With the whispers of love becoming unheard
Now my heart tries find you
Like the blues
Confused about what it really needs
The truth of the matter
All I need is to get to you

Red trees
Turn the day
Into dead nights

If I could walk in shadows
I would hide my untoward steps
In the sands of forgotten time
If I could **** myself quickly
I would by asking for a slow death
That everyone would cease to remember my gift
Or desire it even
If I could hide in a waterfall
I would stride as rivers do
To an eminent downfall
Like an imminent dictator being put to rest
If you want life's things to come to you
Fight for it till your last breath dries
Into a simple word of woe
I have hinged from a dozen blue oceans
I have thousand miles on me like a man in a graveyard
But, I am no more closer to being alive

The notes lay beside the pile
Like a pavement near the sky
The sun rises on the east side
Like an apartment on the Upper East side on high rise
My desires are many and sensual
When will they make their mark
I live in a time where the stark appetite of a tiger and fish
Like peace and war cannot co exist
But they do so well in the crawling ground of forests
Maybe we can go back to old times
Or we can forgot about the rivers
Have you ever seen the rain fall on the caboose of a banyan tree
The leaves of the pine trees often flutter on a hillside
The spines have become sculpted into architecture
Like the frieze on the Greek columns resources from gold mines
Can we go back to the past
Where we weren't dying or living
Or when we never met
This is where I make my mark and stand my place

In the core of the earth
Where the lumbered folk lie
The sleepless sorrows and the humble pies
Never say goodbye
They leave the lambs with a blood red stain
The dawn of the new man could sputter a semblance of poems
They work hard and keep their pay
They work hard and mark their territory
Yellow rivers follow the shores
Often where do the sheerly brilliant trouts go
Amidst the eglantine against the flow
Into the wolves lair and their red ice
Where they have just had their fill
Along the polar lake under the Godly dome

I live to sail
On the shores
Everywhere
In this simple rhyme
I cannot say
The sails on a ship
Are taking me somewhere
The probe will tell me today
My dreams are for today

The reason you should
Write
Should not come from someone else
It should be purely your own
Intrinsically melted with your identity
Like the flame that sings from the softness of the ground
Slightly tepid like the mind of a writer
The reason you should
Write
Should not come from the bookstore
Looking for love and drugs in your poetry
If it is the drugs then leave it
If you are looking for ****** on some avenue
Leave the trade
Move away and let an honest man
Take your space
That is why I write

I ask myself
Is there more that meets the eye
In the pursuit of happiness
Do I cry
If I am glad
Or I am rife with sadness that rings in my temple
Like a block of ice broken against a hammer
The deeper I get
The colder and harder it is
So, I say is there more than that meets the eye
It is all a figment of the ember of your imagination
Melting the ice into a trickling stop

I have written this one before
The nights getting longer
The poem is getting shorter
It beckons me to think
Now I have act
Feel I must
Because thinking is tearing me apart
One half seeks resolution
And the other half replicates the other
I am in conflict
Like a gun in the midst of the toil of war
Racial war may be
Where black isn't white
And white isn't all they think they are
I suffer the same diminished ego
But when the lights go dim
Both the swirly halves turn into drizzling rain merging with puddles
The puddles.
Feel I must.

I tried writing about nature
All I did was stare outside
Hoping the sky would fall with inspiration
Instead it rained
I got some bad ideas
In my despicable head

Here I am
Urging people to stay alive
Look at me with no girlfriend
Or wife
I am a writer
In a suicidal trade
A suicidal situation
Asking men to take my free advice
To their grave

If your poems
Go into the flush
And they lose meaning
Don't pull the plug
As long you aren't being demeaning
If you aren't published
Don't feel bad
People won't notice you
Unless you notice yourself
The dead won't turn in the grave
For your inexorable talent
They will not Cahill
Saying who is better
If you do not come to compare
Because they are dead
And you just might be better
Than the unoriginal writers
Out there in the starry world
That offers stars and moon
For a sky that has only a midnight spoon
Which curls quietly till it
Culls the daylight
It won't be afternoon
Till you say that it was all
Too late or too soon

The problem I have often
Faced lies within the layers
Of the imagination
All I have to do is imagine
They aren't there and they
Vanish

The great thing about poetry
Is its simplicity
The more you write
The better it gets

People often say
If you have ideas
Why don't you use them
It is probably because
I worry about being rich
And die trying
My entire life
As they say to be drunk
And die at the age of 30
Or be sober and die trying
At the age of 60

This is not a class
To lead by example
After every sentence
Reminding peons
Of your quirk
And why the clerks
Should be you
I am no Waits
Or the iron gates
I am no summer's day
But I am better
I am the cry from sullen earth
That says stay alive
Because tomorrow is another day

If nobody rose to expectations
People would stop to look
If nobody had belief
People would stop being realistic
If nobody cared about you
Nobody would
Neither you

There is a bird
On my window
Without a song
The room is dead
It has been for long
A furlong farther
You will find a raven
Her claws and feather
Are made of fear and loathing
Soon she shall look
The other way
When the sun sets
The dead will wake up
The dead

I hide under
My bed
With the dead

Some people have ideas
Other people just have an idea of it

They say pigeons
Are expensive to hold
As they screech no more, with the same mellifluous song
Delivering the courier to the house, next door

My lover lives there
Beyond the shore
I adore her in her boredom and ecstasy
She loves me as long as the impatience excites her pleasure, now a desert of vast eternity

We fold envelopes for words to express
Closuring palace and palace within immortal words
From Athens to Rome in homage to her beauty
Colloseum to Parthenon in my violent *******

All of these places exist
In my mind, wrecked like a ruin
I drink a little to wet my lips and dry my tears
The rain never pours on a dead pigeon again

The memories fade away

The old lady cackles
The man in shackles
All look for hope
Left to dry out in the sun
Like rattlesnakes crisping
In the summer sheen
In the same vein
The rattlesnakes prey on ostriches
Ostriches bury their head in the sand
The sun burns the old man
The old lady stops cackling
As she chokes on a mudcrab

A crisis is eminent
The credence is gone
Accrued interest
All the fiduciary responsibility lost
I need an eternity in Emerald Glass Ceiling
Where bars let in the green sun
And the surreal nation
Knows a dictator wears pajamas
Like any person wears pajamas
But, many of the poor sleep naked
And the dictators and kings
Are never naked
They can wear emerald around their tin cans
On Grand Street
Up and down the block
Below the alley within Belgrade
The mailbox is locked
All responsibility is lost
Stolen cash in the cash register
No one can talk about the burning house
Where the hurt ate liver pie
Calculating the next Christmas wine
Emerald colored sky
When will you cry?
Cry till sun beats for forgotten souls
Moonbeams turn green
Into the ocean unknown cockles and fettered fish
Hooked by reflection of water and moonlight
Eternity in a palm of God
Looks like a winning hand

I write poems
Best
Because
Nobody loves me

If we had a world to us
Time would hold no innocence
As rage begets rage
Age comes after age
All our life is but an empty stage
Waiting to be filled with images
Of vanquished hearts and toiling souls
So let us break open heaven's iron gates
Striding as Apollo in his chariot
Rushing behind those players
When they feel hungry
As amorous birds of prey
Let them spread their wings
And never meet again
As players ending an act
After every page

My heart
As you know
Is a time bomb
It ticks and tocks
It stops for no one
But if you come
To my heart
You will notice time
Stops
But, there will be fireworks
For us

I found an island
In your arms
Country in your
Eyes
Does the rain die
If the country lies

Is it ok
To be stuck
On you
Like a petal
On a flower
Like a leaf
On a tree
Sometimes
I shudder in the
Breeze
Your lips
Weakens my knees
Your hips
Stop gravity
You are the medicine
I need
To be ok
Even when
I cannot stand
For myself
So I look
Into your eyes
And ask you
Is this the end
Or the beginning of it

The sky rumbles and thunders
A man snores on the pavement
Oh how sinister
Dogs hide in their homes afraid
The orchestra is cancelled
The crowd came to see Wagner
And two river left a swirl
The rain never stops they say
It is playing a tune
The man finally wakes up
As if he is in a free concert
Like that time in Bangladesh
When the food was cheap plates of lentils
This rain looks rare
Maybe it says something
Listen, listen closely
The crowd has left
They came to listen to the conductor
Leaving with a symphony in their hearts
And rainbow drifting above
Like an isolated cello note hovering above
The rain starts again
It is a drizzle
The man goes to sleep again

On earth with the heavenly flame
Soft breeze flows like fire
Untamed as the lion's mane

Hell is a cat dragged from the pyre
Whispers follow her coat
Frozen in the orifice of the swallowed mire

All the men saddled up to vote
Feeling the blistering cold
Wishing to warm their hands and foot

The cold lets out a hellish whisper
Almost like a howl of the olden wind
Gideon rings a bell at the end of summer

Life is an empty dream
Libraries are in an empty slumber
The plumber doesn't hear
The sky falls and rain pours
I know I sleep best with you

What happens
After we stop believing in peace
Is that we lose imagination
Which is our most human facet
We lose our ability to believe
In love
If we cannot imagine a world
With no war
Which is basically run
On the fear of love
Not on any power
War is weakness