I'm sure
Behind those words
Lurks a solitary thought
Keeping you alive

I know you are
In pain
But, I just want you
To notice me again
When you're going insane
If things take a turn
We can go for a spin
Jump off a cliff
And fall in love
Someday

There is a rounder
Sun that settles
When the flowers are blooming
Sure that the earth is revolving
But, I will say the prudence
That makes your beauty
Is beyond love

Sometimes I will sit
Under the clouds
That shift and make shapes
Surreal and unreal
But, my heart will always
Know that it belongs to you
Under a rainbow, always

When the moon
Hides behind the purview
Of the darkest sky
The sun is waiting to come out
And the moon loves break through
My heart will know peace
Everyday if you are with me always

Sometimes I know
In the world
As long as
I can cope with your head
If you are in love with me
A struggle becomes a juggle
I giggle and cry when I am with you, always

She was the deadliest
Of flowers
I couldn't wait to smell
Her leaves
From where the dew drops free
But I had to wait
A thousand mornings
For the flower to bloom
Into the dawn
Before I could see her In daylight and hue
In a morning gown and silken hue
Like petals spread against the cellar door
If I look into her pupils
I will lose my mind
If I flick her anther
I will lose my own curiousity
Curious and coy
She is a lady, alright
I am a preacher among playboys
A floral delight
Who shows her beauty
In disguise
As I close my eyes
She takes my life
And I take her fears

It's not just some
Courage that can be bought
Or liquor that stores keep
It is a book of poems
That need some sin
To go with 'em
You tear the pages
Each word stares you in the eye

It isn't some
Courage that can be bought
If I can speak a little more
I might sell you paradise gates
Hear me call your phone
You pick me to choose life
And audaciously ask me
What should I live for?

Dear friend
Let me fill your pages
With love and cigarette burns
Let me hold you close
To my lips
Like a candle about to be blown
It's not just some
Courage that can be bought

Boyd and Candace
I am a backdoor man
On the front line
A hard luck soldier
I write prisoner's wives
From Western Union company

I am a dungeon keeper
If the weather allows it
A hue and cry calls from under
Tethered to a teletype desk
I am a victim of my pride
Boyd and Candace hear my plea

I am chained to a job
If I love my wife
My son grows seven
If I scaremonger in Plymouth
To call politicians fake
Boyd and Candace let me pull a gun

The judges reprimand me
With their eyes of steel
I escape my own anger
By praying that God grant
Me my death by a cocked revolver
Boyd and Candace pull a roll of tens on my bill of death

Ever since my wife died
My well
Hath run dry

Love comes
To those who want
Loves goes
From those who need it
That is the tragedy of life

I came here
Because I fell in love
With poetry
Not because I had an idea
Now I'm in love with a woman
And I am left without poetry
Only ideas about how
To **** myself
Like a mockingbird

When I am
F
R
E
E
F
A
L
L
I
N
G
Remember I am always with you

I want to write
You a poem
But I am too shy
So, I scream in my pillow
Thinking of your face
Next to a lullaby

There is a man
Staring at you
I feel his eyes all over you
He wants to be happy
But he misses his daughter
I hate writing sad poems

There is a sky
Full of clouds
I feel that the Sun will never come out
The road furthers the horizon
But I like sharing the sunset even if it's our last
I hate writing sad poems

There is a moon
Hidden by the moist clouds
The dark pours like cold water
You may shiver today
But I like seeing you in the rain
I hate writing sad poems

There is a guy
Who likes you
Who will never kiss you
As he is too scared
To write a sad poem

I had a feeling
We should be together
You're curious
But I cannot show my face
I am stranger here too

It has been 3 years
Since we've been as poor
As the rich and greedy
In this place too
I keep your dreams safe

We are astronauts
Who will make it to space
If Earth becomes empty
Or I can't touch your skin
Anymore

Men covered in cardboards
Cars that have fog lights
Burning most of the fuel
Left for the world
May be how we share disease

Before your feet turn cold
We can make love
As long as we don't cough
And grow old together
Or have a Corona during sobriety

Some of us
Are born
Happy
Some of us
Are born
Unhappy
In death
I chose love over happiness
It was my mistake
That I didn't know
They aren't mutually exclusive
At least I died a thousand deaths
And lived a thousand lives
And sang a thousand songs
Maybe, even loved a thousand lovers
When it came to be shown
To the exit
A thousand questions came
To my mind
The answers to all my questions
Was love
So I asked the doorkeeper
What is the secret behind
Inner peace
He told me
There is no greater love
Than letting passion ****
You slowly
I understood
I was born happy
But, I was born to be loved
Therefore, I was destined to be unhappy
If I thought I was alone
A thousand deaths wasn't enough
I had died a lonely soul
And I still didn't understand
What he meant by passion
How can one feel passion
Without life
In my confusion
I shouted at him
I am already dead!
He replied
You need to look at yourself
Truly
And stop thinking with fear
Have you ever cried?
Have you ever loved with your spirit?
Have you ever loved yourself?
In the end
It is the love we have received
That we can give
Otherwise men are destined to be cruel
And subjects of cruelty
If you think you can
Have a legacy
Without a sensible idea of peace
No one will understand you
No one will want to
That is your destiny
Which you believe will save you
From a pitiful conclusion
One without peace
Will know violence is like fear
It tears your soul
And affects others
Even when you are busy
Using your head
Then I finally said
Am I ready?
He asked
Ready for what?
I sort of asked in an impatient voice
To die a man without love?
He crossed his eyebrows
Curled his fingers
Considering my incongruous statement
And ruminated
I asked him, incredulous
What do you think you are doing, being silent?
He immersed himself in the cosmic ocean
I jumped to save him
And found salvation in rescuing his soul
From the clutches of rivers
The pernicious verses of Hell's gates
Under the porous cover of the night
He had deceived me
By telling me he knew all about death
At least, I found that I truly knew love
Peace never came
As a leopard never finds satisfaction
Chasing prey that runs away easily
Is the joy of living
And the struggle of resolution
A resilient person
Will know the difference
Between a hundred revisions
And a million doubts
A wise man knows when to stop
Sounding foolish is not bad at all
I noticed that the doorway of paradise
Opened in my mind's eye
And the gates were inscribed
"Where do we go to die?
Where do we go when we die?
Are sometimes the same question
If Hell is the answer."

I can't think anymore
I don't want to spend my words
I love writing your face
In a prose of roses for your heart

Under the heat of the sun
I love drawing my hands
On the silhouette of your face
I presume how your hair floats

I can't keep writing
I need you beside me
So the bed leaves an impression
The weight of expectation dies on me

I can't live without inspiration
I need your words and admiration
Not my images of love
I am left with ashes of lust

Instead of making love to you
I make poetry out of you

If what you love
Can't **** you
You haven't found a reason to live

She was just a girl
I want to dream about
Her name was on my mind
That helped through nightmares
Every time I got lost
I would scream her name in my sleep

The true terror of knowing
She would never sleep with me
Drove me to blind rage
I want to break this cage
And open my eyes tenderly
Bloom as I deflower her
In my respectful dream

When the nightmares come
I don't know what will happen to her
I worry about her all the time
Maybe, she just needs me
To be near her
I am usually am not this jealous

Let us heal
Convalesce
Forget our sorrows
And hide tomorrow

Let us merge
Instead of uniting
As foreign souls
And hide tomorrow

Let us strike fear
Instead of scarring each other
And vanquish hatred
And hide tomorrow

Let us be kind
Instead of unfeeling
And feel love for others
And hide tomorrow

Let us bury our loved ones
Instead of their memories
And listen to our heart
And hide yesterday's regrets
No more hiding for us

My eyes hold your's
But, my heart sings solitary
A caged bird can only whistle

Maybe, I know the freedom of love
Or the power of your disguise
That holds you prison

My heart flutters
When it is walking a thin line
Or sometimes dancing madly across the sun

Like one on the run
If my heart wants to be poor
It finds others begging for summer

If it wants to sit and suffer
It chooses to be cold
Counting days near the end of winter

Till it dies, not with a wail
But a shiver for every part prisoner
For every whisper turns to evanescence

If you are traumatized
They say if you can't beat them
Join them and suffer the indignation

They trapped a tiger
Gift wrapped a bird
Left an animal appetite unsatiated
At least I can die when I want
If the highway stretches to the far curve

Where destiny awaits

I am really blessed
With a good life
And good fortune
But, the ladies want my humour
And laugh when I am down
I guess I like self-deprecating
Because I seem to join the crowd
And become the laughing stock of the town
I have good fortune
To know how fickle lady luck is
If I would complain then it isn't heard
Pretty girls love me and find my jokes absurd
Maybe, I show them the ugly side of things
Beautiful ladies are fascinated by it
Especially by the anticipation of macabre
No one wants bookish looks
Instead they want boorish parties
You will find me in a book store
Having the best of both worlds
And testing my luck

My mind wanders, often
I may lay under a tree
If the leaves are crowding the sunlight
I choose to look through the canopy

Sic itur ad astra
Thus one goes to the stars
My mind wanders, often
Like a breeze hoisting dead saplings

With a rush and push life is in focus
My life is always in the background
If things are out of place, noisy often
Time flies instead of passing me by

The orient trains come and go
O'er Cassandra crossing, nervously

I want hear
Your heartbeat
When you're with me
Because everytime we kiss
I skip one

Did you know?
You could slowly
Eat an apple
With its pips
Plump red acidic taste
And system
In haste

They never
Said
Poets can't be princes
Like eggs
Can't go with noodles
Poultry was never the same

I am the rock
That will stop
From rolling into the sea
As the sea gathers moss
Turns emerald green
Like eyes of an exotic cat
Or the leaves of the African jungle
Will hold me in the palm of God
I am the rock that will
Not roll into the sea
Because I am different
Since, I am result
Of coincidence
Resilience and patience
I have everything
That a rock has
Except for a good shore
Which lets me be
Instead of carrying me away
I don't mind the sea
I don't mind the moon
Or the horizon
I don't mind tourists
I just have fallen out of love
With lovers and nostalgia
I just don't want to land up in a hotel
Where they tap the phones
To hear in on the calls of lovers
And congressmen will certainly
Want a beautiful stone like me
For their mantle
However, I am not free
Like a dreamer
Whom you can throw by just
Picking on them
I write the news
And someday I will be the front page headlines
That says,"A rock in the congressman's shoe."
I can really shake things up, without moving
Of course

Shopping for clothes
Stepping out of the house
Mopping floors
Well, Red Sox never win
These are a few things we do

Mapping out the future of cars
Lagging in studies
Licking our paper dry lips
Well, she never noticed me at lunch
These are a few things we do

Churning butter for families
Making homes for refugees
Creating ideas for Gods and Goddesses
Well, anything for brides looking for something else
These are a few things we do

Late nights are when we think best
I ask you to be my friend, please
Stop it and fall in love with the universe
If we can give each other moonlight
Make our bodies mingle and toss
In the morning and break of dawn
In strings of fire and gold
As an asteroid breaks Earth's soul
We will walk on fiery lakes
Like meditation heals the soul
Here is our share
Of the money, that deep pockets
Can't ask for
Boundaries tell us we have constraints, as everyday people
Words penetrate us, if events deepen our soul

She was a beautiful girl
With britches on her knee
And stitches that cut face deep
When we turned highways
We found our reflection
Of true visage in the car mirrors
And death in the rear view
Life flashed in front our eyes
Clothes didn't matter
Verbatim, I could recite her favourite poem
That was true beauty
The ephemeral nature of memories
And people too
Memories are all that live

My brother was lost
In the town
Like a ship that had lost its way
In the valley there is always ray of hope
The sun always wakes me up
With a fear that I'll lose him
In war

A student
A boy
In disguise
As a ploy
For prudent behaviour
How long must be long enough
With starlight in his fingers
The sorcerer said he needed magic
He wasn't magical enough
If voices rang from Heaven
Such would be his Incantations
But, the master wanted a servant
Not an apprentice

We were traveling
Moving in a train
The railroad passed us
As the night came upon us
My eldest son said,"I know it is night here, always."
That's when I knew he missed
His mother's embrace

We want more poets
When do we want them
After they publish their first poem

I am stuck in claustrophobia
If I am around you
In an elevator

I was locked in emotion
In chains
We were trapped
In the same prison
You set me free
It was nice
As long as I liked you
You betrayed me
Guilt stated
For innocent murders
Who had me floored
If I am with you
One could have asked
Who died first
Now I am set free

Do you want my
Opinion
Don't change a thing

You talk too much
You tie your shoes wrong
You love the wrong woman
And live in the wrong country
You like flowers
And don't have girlfriends
***** tonky women crawl anyway
If you want someone's love
You cry for mummy
Dad takes you to school
Can you ever be enough To get me in my birthday suit
**** me off
Turn me on and shut off the music
Fill me up
Live it up and keep calm
Keep calm or just keep dreaming
If you want my love
Your dreamy eyes won't work
Your dreamy biceps
Your dreamy grin
Won't work on me
Did you do it to look to nice on TV
Or take me for a nice weekend
Stop dressing like that
And start flirting and stop drinking
Maybe, mix some gin and tonic
Maybe be grotesque, but, don't be a sensation
Pretty asinine boy
Your mood swings
Will leave me in a stupor
Be yourself
You are a super trooper
Just invade my ship for ****'s sake
I wanna be with you
Yes, that's true
I'm a shipwreck without you

Most of these nights, I do not even try to sleep. The bed lays empty and the night grows on me. My mind wanders if it is simply tired or sometimes I turn myself on if I am too scarred. When the nights sparkle, that is when I step out and search.
The nights sparkle these days under the city streets and one may even find some crime in the darkness. I look for some drugs in the back alley still even in adulthood. There is a homeless man covered in cardboard and goose feathers. I thank my good fortune because no strings attached means I have found what I am looking for.
Somehow, he always talks about a ride to paradise just for fun. He even laughs about Las Vegas as he fights his demons. Au contraire, I lay awake in my crumpled sheets satiated, his sign is etched in my memory. "Drugs'll **** you.-Voltaire"
It has been 3 years since I saw a criminal shuffle his feet across the alley on to the pedestrian crossing on Park Avenue. The breath of moaning women can be imbibed from a nearby brothel. Some may not even bat an eyelid when thinking to avoid this street and it's capillaries. Yet, this niggardly beggar keeps me company. This beggar keeps me company.
I buy him a whiskey to help him sleep as a breeze moves softly through the streets. A *** of his choice helps him keep his insides warm. I read the ending of "Sweeney Among The Nightingales" from my book as dozes like a docile child.
A warm summer approaches and we talk in cold tones about the politics of the country. But, this conversation is the most memorable.
"Bud, you must have capacity."
He says,"Is that why you keep me nearby your shoulder? To make fun of me?"
I say "I don't flatter anyone. I just get cranky when dawn comes."
He keeps silent and then resumes,"Smoke this."
I take a puff and days go by.
I find his spot and he is gone. His signboard lays on the sidewalk,"Drugs'll **** ya" it says.
Now I can sleep knowing that he is gone to a better place. Whenever the nights sparkle, I remind myself that the search continues unless I keep dreaming, hoping they will come true. That's when I knew I met the greatest artist who could actually bring change with a candid remark and turn the world berserk in a quick flick of a flame. Not with a bang, but, a whimper

I am yours
Your love seems so strange
Without measure
If I'm incarcerated
You read to me
If my feet can't stand
Your strange love holds me together
Seems like we are apart
And your memories have parted
Leaving traces of me

A beggar knocked on my window
A tap was enough to grab my show
He was a little boy of four
I never saw him no more
He asked for support
He drowned in the Chesapeake
Now he is a drunkard
And he likes his whiskey with rye bread
Unlike the dead crowd in bar of wry attendants
His paltry cash deposits make for no riches
He lives life with crutches
Barely makes it a mile with no shoes on
But he knows how to run from the dour cops
Because he has always been in trouble
His name is trouble
He tap dances on streets in a disguise
To save the attention and scour for glory
From the remains of some dead poet

She loves my comedy
Like she enjoys popcorn
Yet, munches on Woody Allen's nuggets

She loves my guitar
Like she enjoys whiskey
Yet, she gets high on Highway Star

She loves my singing
Like she enjoys coke and tv
Yet, she is enchanted when Hozier plays

When I wrote a musical
She only got an artist
In sweatpants, drinking coffee

Why is your heart broken my love?
I waited days to speak to you.
But words had failed me
I seek solace in your company but receive only romance
I wish I could touch your face and know what kissing the tears of heaven feels like
Let me nurse that broken heart that had gone amiss

You might be a lantern
On a river
I will never see how you shine
Unless I follow you into the sea
On a boat
Among flowers in multitudes
Breeze that crisps the winter snow
Around in circles the petals roam
When the tide turns and rivers meander
The trees will wilt in moonlight
Dipping their twigs in reflections of crystal ships
Pastoral deciduous trees waving their leaves in a million shakes
Swaying in a billion angles of angel grace
Down by the river where the petulant flowers turn grey and sulk

You broke my
Heart
Left me
Without a name
And a home
Thank you
For being
Honest
At least

Clash of the cracking whips
Crashed from the ceiling above
Rise of the women dressed in black
In long laced stockings to show
Just enjoyed the show
Into the dead of night

Cars race by in the gold of lights
In Folsom
I woke up
In a prison cell
After an eternity in red blue and white
The wooden heart of L.A., they called me

Burned down the gambling house
In despair we counted time
Like watchmen of crime
Aging in frail hours
Was it a movie or a lack of power
By the midnight rambler

If tomorrow we could be friends. Would it be end of an eagle's life. Or the beginning of a vibrant communication among the little birds. I write and feed the birds. I need time to think and I know that I do not hope to see a brighter future. Why should the aged eagle stretch its vapid feathers blanched in age. Why should I be sorry for my speed demon.

In the wheels of fire
In the dire of health
In the rounding up of wealth
Our time has passed once again
Our wandering minds will find life
Among the disabled who fight atrocity
I have been selling tickets to the city circus
Where the vibrant walkers balance in the house of pain
Flounder on life and choose between
Heaven and hell
In the end
All that counts is our ghosts
I need you to hear me speak to the world
Ushering in the new future
Will you help us beat the speculation and grotesque
An accordion plays in spiritual houses
Where do the cars go in protest
I shall not say or ask state
Because the wheels of fire
Burn and spin round and round
Charting the tarmac and leaving acid streets
If the Goddess of my dreams
Walks in moonlight
When the shining sun comes on boulevard of dreams
Burning up the wheels of fire
In the house of fire
I fear death by water
And Zeus' anger
Then they rounded up the witches
In this vast plague
Where truth is for dead people
Who bury their lives in their soul
And hold life in their eyes
Like candles in the graveyard
Condemn them condemn them all
To the hangman on the street hunting them all
Who promises summer for the rich
And winter for the poor
Have you seen the end of disease
Or your life leave your legs
Or your love break your spirit
And **** it with a new face
If you left the ghosts of your past
Like candles in a graveyard
These fires summon spirits
Such are the wheels of fire and fortune
Death beats us all in a game of faith and chess
Why do I have faith when everyone speculates about loss
Because I hope to find a peaceful end instead of healthy victory

Have you ever seen the rain
Fall upon a river in a forest
Dark and deep
Passing through the backbone
Of civilization like a backdoor
To your street address
It longs to touch your skin
Simply looking through a window
Like sunshine breaking through grey
Pitter patter it falls
On a shattered heart of glass
Have you ever seen the rain
Or cold snow on window
And how many lies it leaves behind
Have you ever seen the rain
Or the true light
I often find your back to the door
Empty cigarettes smoked
Wilting in the fire
Broken dreams cannot stay
A flying paper plane
That caresses the lamposts on cobble ****** road
Can still fly once again
Let us cover each other in linen
Till dusk hides the sunset
And foggy climes cover the ground
From dusk till dawn
Have you ever seen the rain
At night
You will find me drenched
Waiting for you everyday

My typewriter says hello
My cup is full of water and whiskey
My life is in ruins
Thoughts for your plentiful emotions
My emotions have run dry
Like the surface of the moon
My life is in ruins again
Like the hole shaped shadows on Mars too
You're a star in desolate universe
I am in a galaxy too far away
Bit by bit I can feel your heart
I let go of my fears as I see courage in your smile
Your disarming eyes put me to rest
A typewriter by my side
Full of soaked literature
My thoughts have now gone wry and rueful
And turned into a journey

I love cups of tea like twigs signing to the air. Swinging to and fro with nothing to care. I like women and wooing them with cups of tea and woollen mittens to amuse them. They ask me to hold their fingertips as they shoot moonbeams from there lips. I like cups of tea that need to be caressed by rudimentary teeth on ruby lips. I like sipping cups of tea peacefully as I shape my hands around that ceramic and dream of rivers of jade. I like dreaming of celadon too as it reminds me of the emerald ring that I bought for you. Where I proposed to you in the coffee shop. Down the hall where the best mind knew the best friend I knew I had found my worst critic. I wish love could last as much as my liking for cups of tea. I like cups of tea because I love peace as angels sing and chant cantos in some silver Oak. Where we look for spring in the perennial winter. Your arms around are like winter twigs holding leaves that may fall soon. My memories are weak and a week old. My memories are frail and untold. I love cups of tea as you can tell from my hate for coffee.

You lost me once or you've lost thrice
It makes no difference
As long as you're mine

You've held courteous glances
In your couplets
Couples swoon to and fro

Kick your shoes off
Offer me a drink dear
Bring that bottle over here