It is 11:11 now
In one minute
I will cry more
Than the entire day
Dry tears

Be kind
For those you meet
May never know kindness

Insults are as
Barren as the
Desert wind that takes them

You are wildest forest
A leopard roams free in
A stream never dries
A fire is alive in your belly
Wild and free

You are the greenest leaf
On a breathless bush in the wind
I kiss you in this rustling wind
Since, because it is gentler
Than my empty words

I love your face
Your kisses
Matching the traces of red
I look forever
For a girl in a small world

They say my love is too big
For this small world

I saw a dog on the street
His kindness followed me
He never made it to my mass, quite a pity
Doesn't understand God any more than a boy on a swing
Doesn't go to school, either
All they do is preach
Teaching us how to con heaven's door
When we fail

Where will we go
I don't understand you anymore
You don't understand I am a forgotten orphan
Sometimes, you cannot hear me in the shadows of my room
Yet, the priest asks me how is my life
I cannot even pray for a better life
Kindness cannot be taught
I pray for kindness, the dog believes I deserve it

Like a father needs a son
A son needs a mother
If we part can you tell me
How are you my son?
Standing on the Marti Gras parade
Do you love us and live in the trees without us
Come down and be with our folks
The trees will live
The sun will come
Soon, the prodigal son will return
The evening will pass and your mother awaits your return
The sky will fold into a cloud
All things shall come to pass
All you need are the wings to fly
Let the skies unfurl your glorious heart
My phoenix haired boy in red toga
Standing on the sea shells and floating in the evil breeze
Singing the blues with the flapping waters

When it's gentle and calm
It is said to heal all
In a way that we sleep with ease
Those who live with ease
Live freely

In Odessa, the Turkish have conquered the part of the world
I cannot get your honey for a *** of gold
As you make pure art out love so secret
Love is like the brush strokes of the sky administered with thirst
We watch paintings in the morning
With a cup of coffee in the evening
The world has not changed from the Byzantine period
The stars are still far and the fault still lies in us
Caesar conquered more than he could adore
Yet, I will treat you as a clam treats its pearl
Rounded around it like a sleeping boy

Hey, lover
I know you don't want to be my flower
I wish I could see you bloom like a princess
My mistress, I escape my fears and favors
You do that everyday in the form of a metaphor
Called love for money and ***

Hey, babe
The skies may not be blue in the evening
We can be together like Heracles and Megara
These are two truths I cannot stage
Because the skies don't live a lie
I cannot change the outcome of books

You said that's the truth and found love
We were supposed to fight the world
Instead, you left the dogs in Hell
You insisted that they would find Heaven
The hell hounds chase me like a charm and contain my mind's pleasures

There are more ways
To fall in love
Than to preserve hatred
You just have break someone
Till they cry and learn more about you
In the teared up eyes
The love seems clearer
It is evidenced in messy hair
Tear-stained pillows
Torn wrists and dry throat
A spillage of pills on the dressing table
She was looking at herself in the mirror
Before she made the choice to love

I will tell myself, in mutters
My prayers matter
Soon, my higher power shall sail away into a sawdust motel
Like a message in a bottle

This world is made of winners and losers
I have told myself I can't win
Yet, I always win because without winners
There are unrequited lovers

I tell myself that the leaves will stay on trees
When it is Autumn, I am proven wrong about my chances
I am an unrequited lover
I search for love in sawdust motels

She loved
Love stories so much
That she never learned to love

I want you to come closer
Yet, I feel that the time is not right
It is when you scatter away like a jellyfish
Orifices and any rock could not hide
A sweet smile meant only for me shall decide

Summer shall soon bring hot weather
Like the rain brings the sunlight
I am the closest to you in a secret wish
More than what is inside
You will find me by the tide

I find a new pair of eyes
In my soul
And mind, everyday
Depends on how you look

When I write on pages
Meant for me
It is with today's ink
And tomorrow's pity
That I write about yesterday
It is just a collection of days now
Called Dear Diary
Because the walls have ears
At least after many tomorrows, they will
I jot pithy sayings in an effort
Less is more and more or less, the bedrock is made
For thought cannot be excavated
Reasoning cannot be forced
Only what is excavated is forced out
Within the same ground of memory
I keep my personal belongings
"I must not forget my suitcase."
It has my diary, the walls shall never tear

I felt her in my body
She knew my true side
That's why I knew what
I had to write
In my heart
Where she never looked
Before, that's when I became a mystery

She said I had flair
I stared at her hair
In those street lamps
That signalled my distress
As a stranger in green rivers
I had witnessed someone so blue
Who was willing to turn herself into
Blue in green
By jumping over the moon
That's when I met her in school
She took paint in second grade
I loved in an instant
It was the fire so pure
She watered her colors
I saw gold in her palette
Never had I seen such beauty in flesh
She had painted a portrait
However, I wanted a sketch just the same
She layered the colourless paper with her mind
It looked a lot like me when I saw her
In the water

I remember the day when I made circles in the air
I met a mystic of great ability, unprepared
He held faith by his side like a gold sack and stared
I never saw him disbelieving himself
Such was the conviction of this grand ghost who I delved in
Quite old, and well into his sixties and svelte
He was intrigued by my quixotic attitude and black hat
Such were the quirks that almost intertwined with his gloved fingers
As if lust would never enter my life and never genuflected to authority
Or demeaned those who authorised his beastly aura
It was pure and raw fascination for his wild and untamed penumbra
His spells hung like a shadow over his temple of flowing silver hair, tempered by discipline and old age
The clairvoyant had taught magic and plenary concepts to whoever wished an entry to the Dark Arts
To everyone who lusted for power
He simply aroused a perfect quantity of interest in me by the hour

I looked for inspiration
For so long, when you
Arrived, I had none left

It was a little country in the North
For the both of us
I still remember us children screaming
As we ran across the wheat fields
Feeling invincible

In this one spot, green grass once sprouted
Sand, now, runs instead
No more solitary sticks and stone of my childhood
The tailored sky once reminded me of what was life like

Now, that same fabric of memory circles in my mind, slowly
Like a stream evicted from dry land
Almost, similar to a friend recounting her pain
Knowing she would never see the place restored, again
The books that had Rumi, know only the loss of love

Wondering where the streets
Walk through the night
Lost on a freeway
I hope the journey is right
I think this must be a lane along a sign
Hidden by the starlight and rain
Volleying my car through the road
I can't sleep with being uncertain
The cold moon is lost in translation
That shade of paleness touches me too
As I wander under the stellar sky
Three times, I text you,"I don't know.'
There won't be a fourth one
Since, your heart is printed in my heart
Like today being the backdrop for tomorrow's anticipation
My feet hardly leave your doorstep
My mind turns and turrets
Lost in translation
I wonder what splits the night
Into dreams and nightmares
Is it being lost in translation?
...love is a daydream I sleep on

The ocean gently stirs
Fish
Like the sky
Stirs cigarette smoke

If I broke my heart
You'd still
Slip through the cracks left

Why do you look so quaint
As you steal the night from me
The life slowly dies and loses heat
When I see the heart of light stir into silence
Soon I shall resume to waste my time
On your intelligent face
As I learn about your foolish pride
When you barely caress my skin
I want to drape your hair like linen
Over our dichotomy of physique and electric ethos
As I lay on the softness of your blanketed body
Which covers me in smooth folds
And flutters in the wind
I love the fools instead of wise men
But, you tell me that isn't love
It's your pride, instead
You're the best thing about love
If it broke my heart

Where the beads
Hang
From a neck, is a piece of mind

I was in loneliness
Like a fish swimming in an ocean
Only looking for other fish in a solitary ocean
To me everyone is different
When they are together
In the rounds of this blue world
Where the tint of the sky
Callously hangs over the cloud
You can touch the firmament of the diamond sky
As long as you can hold your ground
In your lonely air

She was a beauty queen
Straight out of a movie scene
Her scarves draped her closet
The things she owned
Owned her just the same
All of her shoes were just as she left them
You can see a feline cat cross the lines
You can see the blind man fill his boots with dimes
Naked as the lady without her boots
She was as pure as a plastic bag that flew
In the thin blue over the shore
Now, she has lost her world
She was my world and dreams
That try to touch the Sun and get cut
Like a kite in the breeze

If you can leave
Everything, then
You are really somethin'

My mind is awake
At night
Because it worries
How your day was
Thus, my heart does not rest

In between a strait
I noticed a strange man's gait
With a pointed hat and robe 'round his waist
As he walked, he feared being alone
Till some days ago, he was followed
I never looked at that man, so forlorn

The rivers whispered
House gates fluttered
I hoped a stone had turned
There would be one or two unstirred
When my heart as heavy as wet sand
Would sink when I saw his glasses or cane
Till his last footprint on the silt told me
I'd never see him again

If dreams are made
Of many hours of sleeping
Then, why do the seconds
I spend with you, feel like hours
As I gaze upon the ceiling
Thinking about the dreams
We have shared in this hideaway
Maybe, the thought of you
Keeps me wide awake and safe

If love was
A feeling
Everyone would know freedom
Hate is what holds us in chains
Love holds us together
Free to spread love

When you laugh
I laugh gladly
If you cry
I cry quite a bit
When you left me
I didn't know whether to
Laugh or cry

Why do I remember
How your hair smells
Yet, forget your name
After a breakup

All of the days when the skies
Are soft and cloudy
The night like trees
Grow high up above
And when the rain falls down
I seem to be lonely
Thinking of love and compassion
The day falls in line with the heart
At the end of the rope
There is a tire hanging
A sleeping man lulls in a hammock
Peace is easy and creeps in suddenly
My life is a sum of my lows
In the highest places
There is only the darkness
That carries me
I always wondered what destitution is
Or where I would be
If my life would be a lonely road
In the heartbreak, you'd be passing by
Crossing my heart, till I hope to die

My lover
It's now or never
If you are a cheater

So, I ask myself
The trees cast lonely shadows
The fish stay in the seas only

So, why should I stay
If you keep leaving
Thinking next time is forever

If you believe
In yourself
Flip a coin

Stay out of jail
If it says heads
You're dead

If it says tails
You have made it
You made bail

Flip the coin again
Because the world don't give chances to cons
Jail is safe

His college years were coming to a close
Soon, he became aware of Mrs. Christian
The wife of the headmaster
A German woman with hips luxuriously hanging
Her stomach was slightly loose
But, so were her *******
Yet, she carried them with confidence

He noticed her soon enough
One day, he broke his arm on the field
Mrs. Christian brought to him his meals
Nursed him as she sat on his leg
He could feel his ******* grow
As her *** warmed on the sheets
Yet, such warmth was platonic, still

Sometime later, he stood in the corridor
She asked him to polish his shoes
As he looked down
He caught a glimpse of her cleavage
A pink robe inside, revealing itself
He realized that he had more than a fetish
It was a real fixation
He had become hooked

"You called me, Mrs. Christian."
"Ah. Yes."
"I am aware that the headmaster wished something from me."
"Yes, William."
"Er. You need something."
"Only to inform you, your education is complete."
They turned up the music and waltzed.

Her pink robe, after being removed, was skimpier than he had first thought
Yet, he carefully considered if the tuition included this
He didn't mind her teaching hands too much
As he tried very hard to arouse her purple lips with his hands
Growing impatient, she took her tumescence
And pushed into it, expertly
It was as if the rain had poured for years, unseen by closed eyes

"William. You make me feel."
"Like a woman?"
"No. Just aroused as hell."
"I guess this is ***."
"No. This is art."
"Art is feeling?"
"Touch my heart. You have."

There was a time
When a boy lived
In a home of keys
He had a key for every situation
One day, a man approached
Asking him, how do I live with my wife
The boy searches for a key
He finds a flower crested one
And says, this shall placate your wife
Let me warn you, however
At the full moon
The key disappears
And so does its magic
The man goes back
Tells his wife
Look at this beautiful ornate thing
The wife says this is perfect
For now we can be the best of lovers
The husband delighted with his purchase
Waits for the full moon
Wondering why a key
With such lasting happiness
Should have temporary power
The full moon approaches
The wife is always toying with the key
This worries the husband
But, he allays his concerns
Thinking, his wife will not mind a bit
For now, let him enjoy her company
And he had been getting plump lately
When the full moon arrives
The wife seems pale
The husband now understands
That it was the key to her heart
Now the magic had died
With it came sorrow
As the key vanished
She locked away her joys
Forever, in her heart
The flower never blossomed again

My poems
Are like clothes
That don't fit me
Soon, I will stand untied and naked
Like a poet without his poems
Bare-faced and brave

A forest full of tears
Cries in the morning
Goes to sleep at night
As we tear its bark
After dark

Why can't I be paid to be poetic with images?
I have tricked my mind for a mottled house
Into bottled thought like leopard-skin
You love me as moons
Shatter the beauty of sunlight
Into thousand starlight
Why isn't the Blake-light, true?
The automobile blood is power
A city fire except the sign stares for hours at night
From outside terrorized tower which was gleaming
Why can't I live on forever with my lines?
With English and carry out my lyric, blindly
I write my mind, and I will drive politics, effusively
So, why can't I write?
Ravenous hunger eats inside at her aching limbs
My mind is numb without choice
I feel dumb without a voice
I am no politician to speak for her
Why can't I write for my lover?
I go for the smoke, upstairs
An upstanding man to my dark-skinned friend
She is drunk with ***** and cigarette ends
In a war with clocks and arguing, pugnacious
She will save me from ****** ******
While I think of cure and release from fools
Thinking of only you
You! Without the mad drunken ******* at the silver spoon
My biography is decided too
So, why can't I write for my dying riches and mind?
Why can't I find the newest moon
Where the moon, often, hides?

How to fill this book
Of Poe and ravens
This is heaven and hell
Maybe Milton
Some of it even sings Dylan
Not Bob, but, Thomas
How do I make myself known
Among all the full moons
And solar eclipses
Written in metaphors
So pure and ruined
That make my mind
Seeth with spinal fluid
That spills out secrets
That will never be appreciated by my gorgeous girl
Oh, my art! It is with you
In death and diseased simile
In love and happiness' alliteration
A couple of complex images are mine
But, the poetess is you
Who understands my warped words about water
Out of whack and lacking space and rain
Everyone wants space
Everyone wants poems on rain, at the same time
Muses and amusing schmucks! They want a trucker and poetess too
And Lincoln to come back alive
Tell the rightful truth
Or loose a tooth or a flower
With deep protected roots
From where an idea
Penetrated the sky
Protruding into the sky
Penumbras fall from the sky
The shadow falls as the book shows the life
Smile my friend
Till the end
My friend.

What do I do these days?
As I sway in a romantic way
I hear the yellow flower turn
I listen to the woods of the swamps slightly forlorn
The staircase points downward, I am lost
When the cars wheel by the pondering eyed strangers
The shores of oceans don't have legs
A soul hollow as the kind blue flower and fruit
Blossoms in the summer-youth which rots the skin to the shin, losing it's rind

It's a surprise to see
In your ashen coil under a sycamore tree
Where you have lost your lonely virility
Where is your heart these days, my child?
Lost in the vigil of the votive offerings of sunflowers
Till the next time
We will see as the tepid wind swells and boils
The effervescent water coolly blows into my eyes
As I sway in the straits of hasty affairs filmed and tinted in romantic lies, my faithful violet

Is it a familiar
Feeling
That we ask why when we wonder how?

A bassist
And a guitarist
They compete over who can get drunk more
The guitarist wins
So, the bassist says
"How do we play tomorrow?"
He replies
"I beat you. I get to play. Not you."

My girl wanted
***** games
She got politics

My girl wanted songs
And politics
She got a guitarist from a band, instead

One person
Tells me
It is in your heart
To find grace
Another one
Tells me
It is in your mind
To hide that face

That is when I look
To my conscience
Telling me right from right
As you can never tell
When you are denying
Everyone your best
Heaven will come to you
If you fall in line with Hell

Existence is the center
The present is the deep ocean
Where you may lose
Where you may win
It is in all of us
To be the worst
Yet, we choose our purest self
Right or wrong

I know I cannot trust the first
Be still my heart
As I do the necessary
The choice of yours
Gives my soul a voice
So, please do not do wrong
As I shan't choose to be right

It is my compassion
That stretches the imagination
If the love can grow
I will let it flower

There was a man
Sitting like a still river
Surrounded by walls

A guileless look and overcoat
Hugged him tight
As he sat on the cold pavement

The woman slept soundly
A silver moon opened her eyes
She ushered in the moonlight

A sorrowful woman in his overalls
Folded her sleeves to hide the bruise
The sunshine couldn't warm her crying eyes

The walls never heard
As a lonely seagull flew by the violent skies
Where the woman squeals and dies

A scenic route was skimmed with broken pebbles
The city lights dimmed the empty streets
A soundless car drifts here, clandestine

All of the people left for their homes
The seagull stayed to die in the red river
Barely escaping the murmurs on the streets
That enter every corner of her house, where she lies