If life was a gift
I'd allow you to slide down glaciers
Swim with the sharks as currents do
Live in a whale watching the skies from inside
But, I keep you alive because I really have to
Not because I love you
If I loved you, you'd already be in paradise with me
Overlooking sun and moon
Shadow and sooner be with my angels
But I wish you good luck
On finding your higher power
How I found the depth of the seas without a guiding stream
I bid you farewell, nameless metaphysical being

Motions of course and change
Oceans through night and mighty gales
Sundance in the shade and pages of blue brocades
Alas! When time comes all the world shall be my world!
And you my manly page will fold your deck
Until we find light in dark
There will be only one boy in the stable
At least you'll be my final eternal reflection
I'll be the river of Stygian dreams where sorrow saddens
Where you seek destiny and lies
Ancient ruins still reside ruinous and timeless
Where a traveller once wandered the gardens
The borders of prosecutors and senators fully equipped
Grapes squashed by squalls, till the boy turns squalid
Can one take such agony in the mooned drapes
I gaze at her, almost mooning
I'll show you her futile dream of being boyish still
All the world's a world and the stage is set for the staged play
I'll show you soon, my love is better
******* is like playing except
It needs a stage and a spectacular performance

You are welcome
In my arms
My heart open
With its wings
Let's love and  fly
So let's talk and try being alive
Just like birds reincarnated
In God and angels bated breath
Yes, your eyes warm my heart
More than the sun
I'm afraid that if we fly to high
We'll perish
As Icarus
Last last last for few days

It's just because
You're ****
That I can handle the ugliness

Far from home
My cousin from the thunderdome
We were marching towards to the front
Sitting in the back
Lyres flew across the sea shack
Where the old man died so poignant
Waiting for my return like he bided breeze

Someone's got it in for me
As each page folded underneath
Night came from another
The witches chanted when comes peace
Thunder met the easy wind coming from East
I bid thee farewell when come light of winter
You wouldn't know me even if you saw into the light

It's funny
How love charms
Love is blind and also bleeds
I wanted a woman in my life
Turned out that life
Was both beautiful and difficult
When love came to town
And I was single

I love winding up
Like a clock that winds down
When clocks die, time comes alive

My heart is messed up
When will my head know it is making stuff up too

Stood up by her date
She was inside crying in men's washroom at around midnight
She was lush and plump ready for cable TV
Or a night out in blue jeans or white pants to hide bare buttocks on unknown alleys
Play and pause as the law stood by on gender roles
She was to be mine only
She shared the restroom blues with blue eye Vera Lynn
As she wailed during her weekend in the boy's washroom and had him later
Maybe men's clothes have some plus points such as lose underwear
Which she would wear after a night in my Paris
Last I saw her, was in her happiest haze
I'll smile on this dead planet just for these stories where jealous hearts sing equity
My heart will smile too like I heard moanin' Jack Daniels and overleaped
I'll please and release myself
Or must I be shackled and bound by general propriety
Look at the one who handles the loom with unseen unction
Pray observe the ones who do less than brew tea for parties and let dogs out for a walk
She liked my simple things and I liked that
My love story ended when here it began for her once more

Why do I miss the chance
To be the tall among the mice among men
Among short people again and again
It's something I cannot afford
People extort from me extra privilege
On the metros and waterslides coaxing me pay more
Because I am the taller one in the army
That's why I'd rather skip out on being tall on the next date
So what to do when my crush wants a tall guy to eat cheese and wine with?
Giggle and dawdle I suppose
That's what dwarves are acclaimed for
Some dwarves are taller than lacdaiszical gnomes
That's the rule of the thumb, near the desolate ruin of moors
If I take the restroom on the left
The women make it your best chance at feeling free
When you kick down doors and backdoor men too
Soon pickaxes will be not allowed inside
Each seat is taken by the men in the restroom
Dreaming of the phone call and what it is to be bandleader

We went under the moonlight
Life as you remember when there was no gloom
Was where I found it under the bridge
Love was a moonlit evening where we garnered attention
They don't have them on any of those Scandinavian countries
Looks like we were lucky to have other swinging lovers

Banished from watching Arabian Nights
On a lonesome desert stretch where the meandering highway met
The horizon and that crescent moon looked splendid
Tersely, lay spread like a hammock

If lovers turned to starry skies for love
If strangers looked for rivers of gold near a sensual romantic harbor just for coincidence
I'd rather go fish

I was angry
I never thought I'd write books
Before the phone call had come
That said his pellucid charm had gone
And her wishes had died within the heart of literature
I struggle with licensing
My editions need justice
Many a servant served tea
Livid, yes
Genial, no
I kept figuring out the antonyms
Until I realized I wrote a paradoxical ending
At least I got the name right
They told me my fair coy lady
Was Scarlet and her neverending gossip
Was famously spread in columns
Iconic poses and all, laid like the skirts
Genteel among the polo shirts
She was a beauty
I tell ya'
She was star-studded
She was stellar
She is everything that looks good in blue and green
Shells on the sea shoreline
Fail in her compare
I couldn't write the book
Because she was one I was chasing after
Not so sure it was literature
My first love, which kept me shy

It's still available
A friend is one in our needs
It's a grand gesture
So grab your seats
The attention is for the lovers
Who find life in death
And graduate the jealous circumstance
Life is a disease
Love is the cure, I suppose
But, I'm just a blind man
In a colorful world
Where the flowers and bees
Are made out of trees
And the lakes immerse
In a stream where a stammered eddy flows
Mistaken for the surreptitious breeze
That understands winter is short
To love is better
Than to have never have your heartbroken
Is it in us that we seek such likeness
Such completion in elation is required
I strive to find the meaning of passion
Without any prejudice or pride
Love is a fickle thing

Dust turns to dust
Ashes turns ashes
Finally I'll be in
The place I belong
If I had anywhere to live
I'd feed off the ground
Rather than breed interminably
Or harbinger a lavish disease
But, it's fun being alive
When you know you are close to the ending
Like reading a book till its last page

Except the story keeps playing in my soul
In my special place
Where I know solitude
Or what dreams are made of
Peaceful starry skies are where I find oblivion

I wish I was staring outside
Of a window
And learning to fly
In my daily daydream
Instead I'm falling
In love

I realised
I can never sell my poems

How many pledged to give away their living
They hung him on a tree
The other day, I saw him bleeding

There was a cat for eternity
How did they get him to hang from a noose
After all, they were afraid

Death held him by the wires
Hardly satisfied, lithe
He began

Killer instinct got him by the knees
The man fell to the oceanfloor
Stealing fish from the ocean quite often

He slept with the clairvoyant Sosotris
Never selling his prophecy for yellow fog

The unnatural
Is natural too
Like a surprise hug.
"Who are you?"
"I'm a poet."
"I don't mean what you do."
"I'm a poet, I told you that already."
When he said I love you
I knew his name finally

We are taking the
Earthlings
Out of danger
On to Mars
Carrying fish in tin cans
Sending messages along with 'em
Massages for free
For the first ones on the planet
Our message from Mars
Is you find your groove
And learn how to dance on
Sub-zero gravity
When you need to take a shower
You'll find ice in your loaded flowers
When down to Earth
You'll be high on Mary's sunflowers
That don't follow the Sun anymore
Instead look for Earth
Which is no longer on the solar system
There are freebies for hustlers
We'll join the pool boys in their withering struggle
To find the next door neighbor's daughter
But, she won't be a stone throw away
She'll be here holding her father's ashes
Lost in the landfill of the wasteland
Not far from where Earth was once buried
In the sand

My love stormed off
Soon like the winds breeze on surprised towns
Who didn't expect see the storm come on

To drink
Or not to drink
It is a question of taste
A pleasant cuppa
For a song of the sailor
Rhymes on the table
Reflections on forever
I know your love has no measure
Beyond the jealousy I watch from that eye
Is it he that walks by in starry skies
All of these are uncertain
Like my job at Wigan Pier
Will you send me something for earthly me
A student for policing
Or an apprentice for teaching
I have done my duty poorly
As a father figure
At least as malice doth give us
We could cherish the chalice
From the bottom of the drowning sorrows
I had given it my all
It was a well-fashioned foot soldier
In a daring hermit's costume
I died with clothings and old age, fulminating till my last breath

If you want to see the truth
See how there is a change in you
And go for it too

The change comes early
It is not in being different
But remaining the same but nobler
As a real person told me once
His words are on my mouth
Who has words for jealous hearts
And dialogue on the art we share
Time came
When the portrait you made
Retouched the man I once had

We once found freedom
Like rogues in the midst of bad blood
Life brought good fortune with some humbug
We needed to reach out to the enemies with a hand
I don't know how my friends are alive
Lady luck needs her four wax candles
Each burning bright under the midnight fateful sky
Keeping her eyes alive and cheeks warmed
Lush like cherries and the rank outsider with burning ego

And my husband
In the open engagement
Knew that's the liberation we speak of
They scream and act on screen
Giving us a chance to express ourselves
I saw your listless smile pass me by
Because I did not turn
I do not hope to look back
In the happiest days
If work got in the way

When I saw her hair set free in an ocean
Likewise, her golden hair fulfilled the sea of dreams
Four seasons for each time I had picked oyster shells for you
We'd explode on redolent talk
Jamais vu
It never happened, I laughed
Saying life is an ephemeral choice
Pour moi
For me
Who could hear his voice echo in the lonesome crowd

I just wanted to wake him up on a warm spring
Beneath the ground the earth shook
My women are on the brink of deception, I say
And how should one decide
They come in and out of sadder places all the time
Had it been any worse
The bad people would be every bit evil as you are now
Our interests are muddled, he said
Let me ask you, if work got in the way

Yes, like the sun reflected on a disturbed ocean
Do not judge my book by its cover
It has many torn pages

To appreciate
A thing of beauty
It must be imperfect

The only difference
Between easy and difficult
Is the element of joy

Life has magic
It mixes love and happiness
So, kindly live without the sadness

Life has magic
It is found within an apartment
So, kindly live without me in it

Life has magic
As long as memories keep it alive
So, kindly live without mine

If you wish to move on
You will just have find
And love someone else

It's actually pretty intense
You aren't watching the sun
You are looking at the world
Spin and unwhirl
Hurling itself to coalesce
With the night breeze
Squaring itself on the hot shore

The day ending at the sultry note
Of different beginnings
Each dawn
Day into dusk
Evening into night
The cycles move by blue beachfronts

Every sunset

Sleeping women wake up
It's a nightmare that I see them around me
A bizarre sensation
That you should lie next to me
Such are the words that fall in place

The strange thing
About the wind is
I know it blows
But not which way it will go
Like a sneezing man
Who loses sight of the road
With a constant cold
Hankerchief for weeping and sobbing
And digging the pygmies
On dog days and lazy nights for the old
On the March 15th, for thoughts to his mischief

Frail people struggle
Burdened by insecurity
They decide on their paradise
Which side of the bed
Should they wake up to much sadness
Everyday is a struggle for me too
Living or dead in essence
I am like a lost sailor
Who wakes up to the moon
And sleeps in the day or afternoon
Sleep comes when it comes
When it is of the essence

The fire
Is burnt out
So please keep warm

You can't hear me
But, I can
Prove my voice is real
Standing without reason
Like a silver and gold statue
Opulent and meant for tourists

Love strolled into
My classroom once
Except she was the student
And I was the teacher
I had a lot to learn from her
She was and is still the irascible backbencher
Lush, supple, warm lovely
Enamored me the moment
I took the lessons
Her protective brother, Life, was wary of me
And knew of love's charms and purity
That's when I remembered we are all learning
Irrespective of where we sit

We walked in the garden
Arriving at the collonade
Lemonade was served to us lovers
I had finally shared her emotion in the after hours
Such strong celestial embodiment of charm
I never had found
Or never had thought of
Since, I never have measured love
In all her sensation, endearing nature
Promises had to be kept nevertheless
It was something I had made up
I said "I love how I have lived."
And I haven't loved anyone, ever since

In card games
From players in strange paintings
Heroes often exist
We shall call them the jack of spades
That dig their own grave
Until, the lamp burns
The card is exchanged begrudgingly
From player to player
Looking for works of art
Is this romance of the evening
The delight of wine
The tinkering of glasses
And the somnabulant progress
Of the card game
Enough for us to gamble away our lives
Like rolling stones that gather no moss

You washed your silver hair
Near the window sill
Lay your potted plants in gold
It must have been an illusion
Ephemeral envelopes
Of torn love
Arms full of grey matter
Smudging the love and hunger
Sweetness and summer mixed
We talked and talked
Bringing the love from our love letters
I had loved you three years ago
Now, we knew what an illusion love is
We kept being in awe
Fascinated by our bodies
Intertwining our downy arms
Scratching our backs with honeyed stings
You taught me what love is
I know what I am
Such moments came my way
Every person feels deeply to this day
With every ounce of purchased time
I find love growing much stronger

It is so strange
That I find myself
Avoiding people
For the same reason
They are drawn to me
Soon, they will understand me
Realising they never knew me at all

When you wake up next to me
Everyday of my life
It becomes clearer
It gets slower

Like we should be holding on
To each other
Reaching for higher places
We belong to the same race

Maybe we aren't meant to be
With or without
Each other
Changing each other constantly

The red rooster cries every morning
If your job is to be sad
You'll cry every breaking dawn

I had changed
Dawn came as the love grew kind
The dawn of time had been engraved
As things had changed

What a wonderful weekend
This is the time
To be free from departure
Even in jeopardy

Here and now, I'm home and help comes
Idiot wind on the radio enraptures
Let's be friends once more

On the train you gravitate towards this
Like holding oyster shells
On the beach looking for your children
Luck is a ticket back home

On the warmest heart there is earnestness
Come back to me for a start
On that train
Through rainy hills and broken factories

Within machine towns lost in rotting canvas
Here lies a starry dynamo
Spread out like the someone
Who waits for you in the wrong alleys

To find expression...

Within the room
The lights burnt out
The fires of her eyes
Eerily reminiscent of her

And her voice crackles like a fireplace
Bearing her soul like a torn curtain

Reminds me of emotion
Between there is solace
But, too recall is too much struggle
I have no confidence

His arms bend into malleable steel
O'erhead hangs his ireless face

Some of us sit in awe
O' this weather is perfect
At this comment praise echoes
The quietness is unbecoming

In this hotel, we're both strangers
Paying by the hour and the next

Except we could build symphonies in the sky
Would you prefer if you had a chance at life
Or the land of the free
Looking for freedom in the home of the brave

I'm sorry that I can't bring you peace

I love you
And nothing can change that
Except me
Is that why it was me not you
Why did we go wrong with messages
Is it because we were meant to stay on the phone
Ask each other how life would treat us
Or couldn't we be next to each other
At the twist of heartbreak
The laughter of joking
The beauty of kisses
And the silence of romance..
You will always be a mystery to me

There was this lawyer
Who kept his cases
In his case file
In which the victim
Died, he would burn them
When the judge asked for prima facie evidence
He would ask for an extension
Since, the family was too distraught
To trust anyone
So the courts threw the case out in an evidentiary hearing
Due to the pending paperwork
Many people died as far I recall
But not many saw justice, sadly
Only when they found the lawyer burning the papers
Did they realize they had a serial offender
But, courts don't press charges for dubious cases
When the judges heard of the lawyer
They observed strictness in the courtroom
The lawyer had basically burned the evidence
Which was the dead corpus, the case had died with the body

If you can dance
Let it come naturally
Just like kindness and love
Comes from the heart
So when you feel happy or affection
Share it with the world for a start
Dance on the streets of affliction and greed
Leave the sidewalks under the soles of your barefeet
That shall make all the difference
Between dreams and reality
If you need a reason to be passionate about being
BE YOURSELF

Some people lie
Some people tell truths
Some people in the future
Will never know the difference between the two

I'm hiding from the light
Because I am scared of my shadow
Give me the night
Rising from the window
Rising ahead of me when you live and I die
The show is never over for the starving one
Who can't sleep hungry or being well fed
Because he has been taught to be angry
So why should I write about love
When many never see it
Is it because they miss it
We write about love because it sustains intellect

Churches were lit
Just for our wedding
Maybe they might light them again for Christmas
When children need to be fed cooked food instead

I'm riding the quick cars, and rising tides
Im writing songs that thoughts cannot keep
So I bid adieu to these feelings

You make the rains come
Once a upon time you were water to me
Shapeless and essential
Now you just bring tears
My heartbreaker

I need love
Like I need the wind
But, if I ask for a breeze
It may never come
Instead it will bring a storm with it
A storm of words
A sword of art
An apple of lust
These are all I need
But they may never come
Just like love
I never know it's source