Everyone likes to set up walls
Hoping to keep out the noise and drawl
When the dust settles and bricks crumble
They are the ones left behind in a stumble

Protecting what they own
Never knowing what it is like to share a lawn
Watching time pass by
They are always left behind like flowers that die

When I had butterflies in my stomach
I was sure it was made up
Like a monster in my head

When I had pixies in my hair
I was sure it was made up
Like a nightmare in bed

Now our love has turned
Moth-eaten and indigo by bruising
And I wonder if dreams ever come true

Or are they made up
Like a tapestry of insecurities
Like something I made up in my head

You may be
A devil in disguise
But, you are a blessing too

You can steal
My thoughts
As long as you
Replace them
With yours

In the form of poems
Songs and books
That I can read
Share for leisure
To pass the hours

In the beginning
I took my sorrows
To the river of dreams
Cleansing my soul
Singing myself to sleep with a cuckoo ring

In the middle of a forest
I found my fireflies
All show me the light in the dark
When I gained a heart, I wandered
Onto the stellar waterfront

Now the end comes near
In sight as a breeze on the Kafkaesque shore
Endless as that proverbial river
And realize, God is like a shadow
When I lose myself, it guides me

To the wake of wailing dawn
As the night escapes
The teeth of winter
Asking it to stay longer

Bear, inamored fish, lynx, mountain lions
Assemble at the cold waters in quiescence
To their aching bellies and thirst
Not enemy or foe

Undulating waves cause ripples
As a doe passes over the stagnant shore
Only to hear a whirlpool come aboard
Escaping its jaws by a whisker

The wake of wailing dawn gone
The night lingers on
Asking us to stay alone
Only to bring human out of animal

The depth of winter
In a cold gaze from the sky
Is covered by fog's translucence
Wishing to fly with the yew trees

So, as the night brightly sparkles
Such water cannot compare to
Only be a mere reflection of its beauty
All that is alive is a free miracle

Woodpeckers sit on the clear earth
Ne'er on the floor of moonlight
As they sleep in weeping willows
Who cover them in tears to keep out the night

In the silken breeze
******* trees stand up to infinite measure
Striped with definite colors
Yellow, black, spotted like leopard fur

The birds chatter, ameliorate the air
Slight tension of docile deers
Inside the forests of fir trees
A sip of darkness as a leopard picks at its teeth

At night when flora and fauna retire
Lakes pass the quagmire
Awake and tireless as the wind
Looking for a bit of solitude

I too wish to sleep like a tender bud
Halcyon as midnight skies
Albeit, twinkling and coruscating
I am still as a reflection on a mountain brook

Sometimes we
Run into danger
When the
Truth seems stranger
Than fiction

It was raining
Outside
Until I looked inside
Finding sunshine

It is because you
Are the best father
That I know to speak true

All the other dads
Wear business suits
You put on an apron
And cook the best food

As I struck fiery bows
My motorcycle went on
Off on the road
With the red crows

I carried a child on my shoulder
The people asked who is he
He is young and I'm wise
So, who am I if not innocent?

I whacked the crows with a tire iron
I was tied to the mud
As I let down the child
The red crows flew over yonder

I flipped a coin to decide
As it spun like a wheel
I decided run rhymes with what's done
And so I decided to go forward

She is so loud
Bright too
I wonder why she talks
If she can never love me

Like the moon
That comes out rarely
Maybe or maybe not
I am too old

To be the young fool
In love
Sell your hair
For a jar of moonbeam

We will never touch
The diamonds that the sky
Has in abundance
For the rich gals

And the grounds hides
Any promises
That I cannot keep
Like my ashes to sleep

Hey, Bobbie
Why did you stop playing
Your harmonica

Cause you got the blues
And the music is the soul
Of a whole town
Looking for the truth

Hey, Dave
Why did stop getting Pink
Did you stop to think

Cause you got the blues
And the whole town
Went looking for the truth
And ended up with a broken guitar too

In a stretch of cement highway
It is too ruinous and marked by yellow
I do hate the truth

So they tell me change the world
Let that be said by young fellows
I cannot bring happiness
To myself
Let alone a sea change

I may be walking
But my mind is on the lies
That I shall tell to myself
All love's a stage
In the sunset of blue liquour

Where a perfect circle table lamp
Celebrates my fiery pork *****
Lying on the hot deserted bed overlooking me
Tells me move over in the bright morning

You are taking up light and space
Sometimes blocking the way in the diner
Getting in trouble with another waitress
Then, I sit in my chair

My girl tells me write
I delve in my delinquent mind
It begins a soliloquy
On the road, on the road far away

I don't want to be
Another statistic
So I pray
That I get a number
In some factory
As I rack my brain
On the prisoners' train

Mama died
Writing a will or her obituary
I think I got the two mixed up
So, I went to the bank
To ask for a reading of the will
They told me that the will
Was in the process of being processed
I asked them how can someone be dead
And their deed be in a rut
They told me, she hadn't died
She was in the hospital with her jaw broken shut
Neighbors heard some barking and shouting

I landed in lockup for a first-degree
With my injured knuckles
Knuckles is also my dog...

I look around at the benches, they are full
They ask you the same questions

Dear Father,
I haven't to talked
To you

I am looking outside
Myself
Never above or into myself

A kingdom where the robin sings
And the children play with the birds

I have one in my head
And one in my heart
I whisper a prayer for them

When I sit in front of Jesus
Who stares wistfully
I wonder if his kindness is blind

I don't believe in love
Because it always
Has two parties
One has a story to tell and the other dies early

I don't believe in sentences
Because lovers can finish them for one another
When they feel like it
Or if they are alive

I don't believe in crime
If it is to be in love
Then I don't believe what I say
God tells me things, he's a little voice that tells me be kind

I don't listen to voices
When they tell me don't believe others
I just choose loneliness
I can spend counting the stars, thinking of her

So, believe in yourself
Love is the answer

I like to write
About love in short
Because what comes next
Is always unexpected

I like to write about
Heartbreaks in length
Because a soul is lost
After it is broken

I like to write about
Broken hearts in short
Because what comes next
Isn't "always"

I listen to your stories
Searching for a blessing
In disguise, all I see is
You and me, stark naked
Near a fire, another blessing
Disguised by the warmth of our closeness
Fluttering and crackling
Much like our drowsy eyes
That see a lot, but, speak more
Let us talk with our eyes
They are much more honest
Than the disguise of blessed words

You are the sunshine
I cannot live without
Not unlike a kid
Garmented in innocence

You are the rain
I cannot live without
Quite in likeness to tears
I cannot stop from falling

You are the sunshine of my life
And my rain on a cloudy day
An essential weather report that I adore
That's why I need you more

With the first sign of rebirth
Came the gift of time, extended
In its renewal and revival, further
Offering the restoration of friendly relations
All done as an act of reconciliation between progress
As well as forgiveness asked of our mothers, everyday
Within such gifts intended for the common crowd
It is at the stroke of the halcyon hour
That we forget our sorrows and crumble like bricks
What is of this sad ending that we talk of, intentionally
That plagues the essence of the mind which is white as snow and trembling
Only cloudy days can show us the purity of ice
When the clouds do subside, the sweetness that preside
All talk is forced into stony silence under the dark night
Through the mad-sort of palace of time
Where there is a time to withdraw into the study of history
Ashes to ashes as well as fire to fire
Dwelling in a cold curlicle of a silent galvanized gate at a cemetery
Behind a rose garden, where the woodpeckers beak at the windowpane
Rusted beyond recognition broken into windy submission
Such things are built for no purpose and no future promise
Only to sustain posterity and labour
Not to make use of Earthly resources
An old man still waits for the rain
Saying that he is hiding behind the arras of an isolated house
Where the sepulchre is hidden under a rock tattered by zephyr
A string of creeper prostrate themselves, whimpering
That ostensibly grow, under the shadow of a thatched roof
Only to never be seen again in daylight
Of rebirth and redemption
Such is the creeper in the daylight
That lives in utter recluse and retreat

I don't know what she meant
By that
She loves me so
She keeps her mind
On my heart and soul
Just because she is a woman
And she loves talking
The night never goes
The golden sun will come on
When we grow up
Tell me more
I bet you can
Sure you are talking a lot
But the words I need come out rarely
I wanna hear you say
That you wanna leave with me
I just need your lovely kiss
I need another moment
To recover from this disease
Called love and loneliness
That is contagious and best shared
Together in a room

I could write
A thousand, "I love yous"
But my heart would still be silent

The person upstairs
Hasn't lost faith in you
He just comes downstairs
To put you on a level
You can jump from
And keeps doing that
Till you reach Heaven
That is Nirvana

If I wrote my words
In blood
Would it be in vein

Through my jagged
Rhymes mine and yours
My time be tattered
My words cloaked by daggers
Rusting and broken-unclipped
Slightly tragic
Shall have some lyric
Inasmuch much ragged pith
If your love is for us dogged creatures
It finds a prickly finish
Much like a yellow rose that hides
In a thorned spine
Tearing your fabric
To reveal your true nature

Squeeze yourself
Just a pinch
If you can, you can dream on

When the bottle
Opens
I write my emptiest emotions

Through the burning heart of the sun
Till my thighs lose their tenderness
I shall scurry
Through wet ripe whirpools
Tills bones pick at the bellowing darkness
I shall speak such words
Till the air turns sour

Abstention nor rejection, the distinction of her heart
Soul or soulless, my flight shall take me wherever
Flesh or fleshless, my heart will know fervor
As I finally leave a broken heart and ride in the galloping oceans, I shall wait
In the jet black night my body aches in pain and rejecting-oblivion

My heart has been yanked from its place
The cold fever has turned my head into a fading disgrace
Someday, the bottled ocean shall find its heart's rest place
The paleness shall leave me
The waves will stop moving so much
I just might place the words in those holes to describe peace

Abstaining not rejecting, my love's memoir regarding my primrose bouquet
Soul or soulless, my garden will grow grey
Flesh or fleshless, my heavy heart everytime shall know flight
I know I cannot reminisce her face without unrest
As I shall finally know neither arrest nor movement like the solace of rain
In the jet black night my body writhes in pain

The mussels clap to the sunrise
Much like a **** that singeth a boisterous hymn to the arriving new light
I live for the howling fires of sun sets
When the bottle opened, I remembered the buzz
The night I loved you to explore a bottled emotion
To become a thrilled sailor on the electric fuzz

The starlight like a wind races to cover the sky
Spilling the sands of time into the oceanic blue tides
When the moon comes to bring the inside of a bellied whale to shore
The ocean, crystalline, dazzles in the greatness of such lore
Almost as if a dream of nerves less and muscles more

In the depths of bottled oceans
Beneath the tides of scuttling waves where I find seagulls none
Where fish stride the torrential current
Reside in patience as they turret
Only to find themselves in the shelter of midnight
Oh so gay, without a reason to prise elation tonight

Your arms
Can carry the sun

The sunshine is on your shoulders
Because the light overflows

If you only looked at me
You could make me happy with a hug

There is nothing between us
Since we are
Together, forever

I wish I could be
Surrounded by the sea
Looking at the horizon
Drowning

I dislike strangers
Sheltered from the truth
I cannot relate to someone who has never traded places
I feel like dying inside
Do you

If I have stranger things
In my attic
Don't ask me tell you why
Instead you shall dwell
On the road to hell
You belong to

Don't break my wall
If you can't take a brick
To your foot, as you crawl
Over the fences
That surround you

If you cannot tell me poetry
Makes you feel naked
Then, don't judge me
Instead, take my place
I don't deserve it

My light flickers in a golden sun
Turning like the clock in my deserted room
The sunlight has the nebulous sunflowers facing it and turning away
The bees and trees, I hope for Providence's blessing, will stay

Some there whilst barely present
Like some form of mysticism in this beaten shade
In this vast ecosystem that resembles a dream or diary written in the dark
Lay on the Galis of this forest, obscuring itself in the channel

The sunflowers hide or choose to prise themselves from the storm
Fluttering in azure breeze later on
Providing milk and honey to those clasping wasps
Admitting to nature that has tossed and desiccated them

It is a lust for life
That paints these scenic motions
Also sculpted the landscape where it occurs
That slips and slides with grace
Alongside the mystic river of consciousness

You can steal someone's
Trust and love
You can never steal their words
That caresses the condensation on windows
You may not like what I look like
Tall and black
You cannot change me however
So, get busy painting me any colour you like
During our one sided conversation

I walk through the airport exit
All of my bags are in place
So I pick them up hastily

The flight had all the sandwiches
Champagne, I could ask for in first class
Maybe, a cosy hotel reservation now

Maybe, I flew around the world
To know I missed you and your flowers
Or to get rid of the **** weeds growing in my garden all this time

If you broke my heart
I'd fall through the cracks
In love again

My lover is exigent like silence
In divergent streets
Looking for the thunder and lightning
We meet eye to eye without malice

With some rumors hushing into oblivion
Making conclusions on the wall
She looks from the exiguous corner of her eye
At my white and brown turncoat, to look at my pallor

I tip my hat to Mark S and Traveler
In suits, loitering in the dark
The soul violates the laws of physics
It now stretches thin and turns violet at the corner

It must be moist and hazy at dusk
The ships are bound to sail
The harbours are waiting patiently for dark
Without air to breath, I loosen my neck

I beckon to my companion, tell me her name
She has poetry with lyric and passion
But, she hasn't a point to make
Then she says, I don't like flowers

They make us seem vain
Where do I go now, she has my attention
I take a seat in the bar near the Waterloo station
The chiming clouds signal rain

I may never go out, as Lori walks hand in hand
From the ashes, I take my cigarette
Offering her a **** to smoke for a phantasmagoria
As the midnight comes to a calm