Stars on the bright sky
Midnight starry light
Come out of the cloudless child
Round moon change us today
A new day of the year of the tiger
Scarred skies taking down falling mandrake cries
Rooted in lonesome stargazers gallant souls
Looking at the stars makes realize how I'm small
I am small after all, never in my wildest dreams
Did I try to count the stars in the sky
I just waited to catch them instead

Catch a falling star
And never let it fade away

If you're in pain
You're hurt
Not by stumbling onto love, but by skipping happiness
Take a leap of faith on, to the bridge of life
And you'll know life could better with a little love
Trusting people is that leap of faith
That is the power of knowledge, and what it offers
If I'm wrong, I don't want to be right
No one can be certain of the brilliance of law of cause and effect
Dedication, determination, the diligence that's the way of life and eradicating evil strife

Two birds were
Sitting in a bush
I hit them with one stone, and they turned out two more
In their heads

We swirl like the dragons
Free from dungeons and darkness
In eternal salvation like salamanders
Although we aren't lizards hanging from trees
Hung up on life and disease
Breathing the air of autumn leaves
Dancing with the breeze, and ceasing to exist
Sending you our energies in the form of soft lullabies
If you can add to the good, you can keep away the evil
You can bring peace to yourself, and others in desperate need of quiet
You can be free from the peace of mind
Understand freedom in a nutshell, hanging like frescoed paintings
On top of a shelf of porridge and crimson red cherries, pears tresses
The parchment of each other, writing well within the textual framework of partridges in a pear tree
We can pray together, or remain silent forever
In vow of silence, and make lonesome Lumos shine bright like the kites running after in eros
Of the atmosphere, silenced forever, we sing lullabies for the ones to hear in their peace
A man with a peace of mind can understand silence and hold his tongue in the palm of murmurs
The sound swirls through the dungeon-like darkness, hunger for a touch of soil in the cold icy winters
We moon over these things, and it dawned on me that silence can last forever
And it isn't always good or bad
Sometimes it is evil to press and good to release yourself
Expand your mind, and be shapeless like water crashing against troughs flowing streams of fruit
Rivers could ripen, feel the song yonder deepen your soul
We wash these tears, from the eyes of agreeable people and disagreements come to me in a dream
These dreams are made of arguments and debates, I reason with myself unable to ever wake up in the morning
Howl from the depths of hell, and arrive on thin lands watching us with thin eyes like mirrors on cars, add what is specifically your own
Arrive in heaven, better to reign in hell
I'm lost in paradise on this ruin of thy moon and stars
Looking away from the fingers pointing at me like apples and bumps
Words are for the lugging carriage, to carry out their travels in their worlds from battered broken places
Wry comments from the crowd, and some cages of parakeets singing in kisses
Snakes in the grains of rice, stopping us from hissing from our caregivers and calling them unforgiving
Without food, I do not think I could live on
Without a mirror, I do not think I could live ignorantly with this hubris
Ran from the house at the age, I don't think I could live in such a cold climate
Raising my glass to my birthday invitees, they look at me blowing the birthday candles out, I'm in the seventh circle of Hell
Knells and bell tolls, ceramic steel galoshes, bitumen, and hydrophobic gum puts these dharma bums chewing grass together in apple streets full of cosmic debris
That look young and pretty, and pestering me with a limerick for some hypnosis and mirages in this solipsism
Aging like a dragon that used to burn out the flame of Hell, saving the morning again and again

If you're so cosmic, why don't you explain life to us from the Beezlebub spell, little dragon

Feeling sentimental
Your throne of gold has turned to silver
You have gone mental, there is no lining on the cloud
All you can see is gold, Midas
Sleeping in fields of gold, sleeping under the clouds of cotton seeds
Germinating roots bright as the sun too

Feeling like I love you
Your throne of gold has turned to silver
You have gone mental, there is no lining on the cloud
All you can see is gold, Zizi looks at you fondly
With a goose feather pillow under your heart
Cotton cotyledons flying in the sleeping trees swirling in the cots of friendly swirls caught up with the weatherman

You should stop working
For money and start laughing
And start living for just living to jest
Never stop short of making a living and working as a log
Dog days are jokes for the affinity to a lazy afternoon
And you can make a killing
A penny for your thoughts
A brass farthin' for your catatonic piano, mail on Sundays and the same ol' thing
You want to become better at life and greater at living, do not stop short of looking up
If your job allows you to look up, then do so by all means
If by any means necessary, you cannot look at the stars and are blind to the meteors
Your life will never find a purpose or meaning, that's common sense
If you are willing to do that, you have learned the art of living and aren't concerned with the ones already dying
If you are living on a prayer, you can stop dying for peace
Enjoy life! C'est la vie!

If you think to be poor
Makes you rich in heart
Have you ever tried dreaming streams of desserts
Laid out in trains
Have you thought about the poor man who murdered
The rich man with the bleeding lady
All of them look alive in their splendor and tombstones
Cremating acidly, acerbic jesting goes a long way out of killing
Journal says, "I'll never be poor again. Or my wife will **** me."
He  said his soul is innocent and immortal and it should never die ungodly in an armed madhouse

Like water you are silent
Like the crashing waves out
Like the streams of cold water
Like the chasing wind of crying stars
Whenever you come out of the sea
You hide behind the cloud when the moon comes out
When the light comes out, it's over and there are just silent waters
Over a straddled bridge where the madcap laughs raucously

Light is broken, and brass is unspoken

I'm willing to give you love
I'm willing to give you my time
I'm willing to give you my loveless terse glances
I'm willing to open my soul to you
Just don't fall in it
Heave and ** with the love and evil
Redact our love you's for jazz and ***
I'm falling for you again, I'm shaving again
But, how can I love a Teddy Bear warm as my ruler
If you have a supernatural father as my school breaking
Hiding your nameless face at school of science
Teach us, I'm willing to learn your way
Teach us about closing our eyes at night come
Afternoon, just open your heart once again
With a love immeasurable, knowing is enough for a wise man
Fall in it, it's useless to try and useful to take your time
Say, stay out of the groove if you can't handle the time and waste it like a confused passionate fool
Use the key to my unchained heart, instead

The night said it's peaceful
Said the guy waiting for the sun
I'm hovering with my head about you

The nights are floating, I thrill you and wait for you
The cupped half-time shadows as the sunrays over my sunny head
Useless and lazy as summer on Mars

Rueful and lackadaisical as the cloudy stardust uncountable as the hours
The dreaming of you takes me to June too
Right now it's August inane without sane you

The night said it's peaceful, no surprise
As long as you have a starry sky over your colorful blue
Midnight hue and cry, floating in the hallucinations of the sunny sands

Theremin hypnotism on the radio, I'll tell when the smile finishes as long our prayer broke our radio
I look for you in the static underground, thinking of you as always laughing as always

Your eyes open to a soul that has been mistreated as a tubby baby born on the cygnets in clouds lintels dilapidated crows ******* Moloch
So far it is getting farther from me, closer to flying doves, crying Moloch now over the star-spangled banner

Hallow on hollow men, lady yells from the dream wagon from the musket ride out on the street
Let's shine from shame, hang your shambled daughter
The night said it's so peaceful tonight, hear the high knell from Hightower from the midnight hour

The night sounds so sleepy peacefully
The standing giant houses mortgaged out, never run out of the romance
We can our ashes in tin-cans, selling them by the pound like tomb-raiders smoking trees
Who chained themselves to bright systems with the brilliance of the first of it's kind
Shadowed blind by the last time, you knocked me out
Do not lose yourself tonight, to the meditated lintels stretched across the stealing vermillion across the dull haze
Waking up to benzedrine, Brooklyn Bridge lies like an etherized patient slightly bleak and bare-naked Brooklyn rose
Forlorn rags in our mouths, dripping needles on arms dripping with blood and sweat
The forked night, fortnight light, studied the looks of people in the sunlight often reminiscent of flickering
Lightning reflected off the midnight hour striking the blind spool
Blind spoon turning the hydrogen jukebox, little by little striking the records joyously
The night sleeps so peacefully like a heroine bombing ballast hue strewn around the kids
Water floods the streets, steely-eyed hypnotizing hypersexual freely eddying around, criminal derelicts born to the greed
Afflicted by the ****, looking for a quicker fix than bar-brawls and cheap drinks
The last piece of adumbrated furniture meditating on the crowded streets, hypnotized by the summer madness
Or the pursuit of a higher road that used to move over us unlike the blindness that was once so welcoming
He said, he would leave us some clothes
He said he will be with us at the end of the road, holding our battered suitcases
He said he will be with us till the end of time as long as it takes
As long it takes?
Immortal or mortal
Hedonistic or purloined
Hero or heroine
We all must die in the end with our virtues and sins
Tell me a story of how you saved us from our sober souls
Praying with fierce tears unless the answer is crystal clear
I can handle the truth if you tell it to me like it is told
Instead of wailing at the end of the road, waiting for our redemption
Understanding us, then why are selling salvation to us in strains of marijuana smoke, oh how wonderful
Bless your knowledge God, aren't we growing with the deaths
Like we growing each day, and I say I speak into the soul like it never knew a mother or a home

Writing poetry, I feel at home pensive again
He writes to me through vultures, scavenging for reading material
He claims piousness to console my will and rest my soul with his wishes

You're dog lights the daylight in the street
In the heat of the breath of the wilting leaves
The daylight, your a dog heals the winter
Winter's dead, but, my dog is still hollering
At the door that gives empty looks never opening-up
Man-made machines that made wars on every side
One peat and bitumen eye, heterochromia
I wish I could pick you up with a midnight spoon
On the midnight summer's night with misty mirages beyond false compare
You are beautiful than God, Goddesses are chasing after your soul
I guess you get those killer instincts that change with the weathered horses brushing air
Stormy as the sunlight, sunlit as the stormy weather
How can this world change, if the knives remain blunt
And the guns cut through flesh and bones, with a deafening noise
Tumultuous storms on the California streets can be mistaken for a handful of dust
Don't be dreary, weary, merriment learned as you tear me up imminent desire in the coyote after the fire of Moloch horridus
Life with the brilliance of minds in raging madhouses, two-sets of classical music, two-cents in a jazz hat
I could give my bit for the truant tune that hovers my head of cloudy dubiousness, scintillating Sun shining like farthings
Some of these cents are jaded like wars of Macedonia, made of emerald clad Eli Eli sabachtachni insignia
Your heart must be from the mountains, cause you aren't from this Earth
Midnight summer's dream, you treat us with fairness beyond compare, put on your make-up
Come out of the light, show yourself the waves of relief
He shows you the way of the earth, wind and fire can crash shapeless like kinmanship
Shapeless little droplet in the nightly crimson wildflower, shine bright like the wound of shouldered giants

When I hold you in my palm, you gain shape of an eternal blessing
Conceived out of wedlock, the cheap tickets, and sold-out rodeo show
Hair like wires, stretch into a starry dynamo of the motionless night
I can't tame you with a name

The traffic says go ahead often storms stop us instead
Think twice it's alright, or stare ahead confused
Talk about the streets, the steel house is holding me
Born on the motion, running with the fumes
Holding the gun, you're on the other end of the muzzle with a point of view
A poignant beer can be barreling in the storm, hopeless timbre in the soul made of metal and cradling civilization
We are made of flesh and bones, not bones made by working-class men working their solitary days
Clutching spades and digging quarries night night
The talk of streets and the stares are coming my way, and I can carry the weight
He's short
He's my brother
On the cover of a Panama canal
Virile and vivacious, flow out of the other side of America
Kid, change my mind
Before we move apart because o'

I can't judge myself from the free will that lies and tells us the truth
To make you feel nice if you look hard enough into the mirror
Like a desert rose, make you think twice about the hamlets in tin cans
Can we look behind and keep our heads on the prize?

The spirit works in this dream
The sound doesn't come in your ears whenever you fall in love
And can't find your heart
Holy and lone, solitude is a rare and real bliss
The bed's too big without you, when I miss your art
I'm lost without you, I've found that in someone else's knowledge
Based this on fact, and fragments of the farther life
Farther than life, distant dream
Czar covering us by the comely cowards in colorful crowds
Knowing when everyone sleeps, because he kills them in their peaceful sleep
You're in my head too
I know you like the back of the left hand
Now you're out of my grip, I'm holding on to a fair hand
On the trapdoor calling for the sung blue, blue song for the black cannon

I set like a
****** sun in the summer
Sleeping when the day is dead

The road was winding it was something it never had
Love like a pedestrian came across telling me to leave fads and clads of Harlem Renaissance
Clutches of the evening cars were watching the scenery like the emollient evening sanctity
Clasps of the automobiles catching the stars too lost to fall from the cliff of subliminal fantasy
Gladly, I'm clapping forward untoward tomorrow is today
The story never ends, as long as it has a road and changes like flat tires like fickle women
Bouldered on the broken arrows of Cupid's quiver, stealing a glance across her shoulder
Changing the tears into wine, changing gears from behind such is the work of backstreet bromance
Street romance is full of plastic love, polluting the heart and the road too
The road was killing me and you, like a Scotsman in his kilt singing from hailing hills elegies
Snowstorms  and memories of lonesomeness grow cold when love brings the luminous light to the numinous ones
I wake up after all these dreams are put to a conclusion with drugs
Dinner sleep comes after afternoon, noon lies with the dawn
Drugs dawn on me, and it's already dinner
I've slept in the anarchy and chaos, afraid of my own thoughts
Sleep comes like a pacing sea, which you can hear in the darling darkness
Puerile cries, mewling, and puking follows life, or it can
I'm unsure and that makes me confused with sickness

Don't oversell your brothers
There are no crossroads for the sold desolate angels
Only open stores looking for empty looks
Heading out with open books with sealed mouths
For an only child, really drowning in books
Judged by the book, under the covers of the nights of a starry dynamo
We are trying so hard to be rash like rooks on a chessboard
We are trying so hard to be ourselves, ram on with the pain
We are trying out our clothes, but, I feel so cold
Not knowing when we'll be born again
Sagacious beams in your alley, friendly
In the streets of New York City, I don't know what I'll find
I don't what to do today, but, search for a stranger's smile
Kindness is a gesture, I cannot compare
Beyond this world, finding that true love
Warm my holiness, find your shine or get on your knees
Under the moonlit motions often coursing the comely coves
If you don't smile, how can you cry
In mothers
There lay no crossroads
Only doubts, the road is not taken
For a starry-eyed kid in the throws of life
I'm worse for wear, ready for fears
The truth dawns on me and shines on me
On fighting streets that can't live another day without doves
Waiting for the night or wasting the shimming starlight
On waiting for the son of a town hall looking for faith
Or a place to simply stay for the boiling soup
Don't oversell your brothers
To motherless brothels and cheap ***** and vain
Waiting for the son of a town hall looking for pain instead of faith

Wait for me once again, brother in arms after the end of the world
Your eyes are so distant, my sagely thoughts are with you

I joust myself into jovial life
Jocose tatterdemalion and stygian salaciousness
Umbrage abrogating merit like swamping locusts
The mammoth chip on shouldered kids starving for life
I'm waiting on purgatory, and I'll wait for you with knives out
Cemetry of the artist stubbed beards and pubescence in the Phoenician Lands
He said she should have left the house
Tomahawks can still cut the vineyard, make my loquacity into beer-tap poetry
Flowery, murmur, kumbaya, kalimba de la soul and all thoughts aside
You're hoping music brings the song to my speechless heart
Your dance sounds light the motionless night, only the tapping of starry footsteps
Hob-nobs, more and more, knobs of heaven's doors open to every hippie with angel hair
Crossing the wires of substrates
Sonatas and partitas can be lugubrious, yet, elegantly examined
Nocturnes, from the centuries

Of ten old centurions
Came down to the Colosseum
Gladiator enthralled the chariots of fire
I was with ten ants, burning under the microscope
Tenants of this Roman Empire

Fighting for your rights
Fighting for the people who cannot fight
For the weak, requires peace and understanding
Shiny, homeless people lost the soul to the drugs and marijuana smoke under streetlamps stretching to infinity
This earth is an orchard of flowers
Slightly plump in the middle, it's mother nature
Not zaftig, it has latitudes and longitudes
Lavish life, garish fiefdom, stretches across the bent imagination of perverse minds
Looking for a kiosk in the peak of red skies that do not know blood and aggravation
New Year's Day, the cyka cry Mother Russia and SOS
Shooting flares into the sky
To reach so low, and to reach so high
Shouting slogans, written by the poets
Passion, prejudice, sensibility, comradery these are metiers of poets
Secrets strewed across the bloodless sky
Wishful thinking tantamount to head in the clouds
The clouds have different shapes and size, the fire of the greater existence lends us words in thoughts

I'm heralding you in sin
My sights, years pass by in dim dins
Light in pearls of wisdom, oyster requires
Understated silence, clasping us close us to the theological brilliance
We are children in front of Goddesses and humble in the abode of idols
We follow our idols or surpass them, with love can fire up many and change a ton of minds
Chasing our sepulchral souls out of this freeway looking for a kick, and getting a couple of punches in the process of effable ecstasy
Pedestrians can freely run by the festering wars, happy that they are crossing the pursuit of happiness
Once in awhile, fiery and in disguise
Her eyes of crosses, and semaphoring sails signaling the end of a frothy journey, free at last
Tombed and gilded in marble and ancient stone

Jonah is still stuck in the whale
We just don't hear his wails, we just read about 'em in steadfast books
And hear about his cries in the houses of Saturday and Sunday
Going on colder nights, looking for the worldly life in the fast lights
Fatuous umbrage and freights fall into the beauty of intuitive love
I once had a photo, I clicked it and then went on it again
Heralding my sins, and making amends with my lost virtue
Virtuous and happy
And they say happiness lies neither in vice or virtue
Holding the Virgil to the light, and the ****** to the dancing dark

Closer to my body
Hugging me closely
Closer to my pulse, coursing my veins
These are my experiences, fuming
I guess you're out of the fire, lunar cycles declare a new moon
Finally

Hey, teddy
Bear can we friends or eternal flowers in a garden
Blossoming together with passion, talk about the passion
Words endow us, as the lack of them help us understand
Hey skull in the eye of the saint's shadow
Shiny stares, be my companion or femme fatale
I wanna shine without craning my neck in pallid scales
We walked into hamlets, cafe looking for love that was callous
It hides sometimes like a callow canto for you
A bit lost too, I suppose these are the inchoate creepers of fincas
What's the verbal cue when you're so scintillating and coruscating
Scaling forests with your vivid, vivacious looks caressing my hilts
No lie, you look better than a tiagus
A fruit from Cezanne's pears and the road is life
Baring suitcases, and battered too
With your dancing days and cold gaze, warming and thawing my heart out instilling blue

Got me on a leash, my by-lines heralded by the perfunctory hooks
Take me out to the freezing forest in neon lights of colorful minds
Tiagus and meritorious places in your eyes, climb on the grass
Mirror them with your coldness in the heat of your mind, the rogue looking glass
The mirror is beyond false compare if I'm looking through you
Mirror them and I can find myself holding you close, sunglasses with flowery spokes
She bent to tie my laces and dealt the cards too
To my child as we find love, I can tell this how we should write
Or well that's how I learned from ya'
Truth, my contemplations never end if they start with ya'
I tell everyone she is the one, she isn't unctuous or sanctimonious

By shedding our souls and peace requires understanding
Ain't nobody us understands like you, yeah
In the cusp of my childhood and keeping the nightmares at bay tonight
I can finally look at the waning moon come out after the sun dates the light after each stanza
Light of my life and the darkness of frolicking thing dancing on the iridescent shore of the frescoes of lithe la fille plus anime  
Having fun innamorata, or thallasophilia of the hills that have eyes
We can share the peak of the fire, and the icy handshakes are gone
The glaciers are meticulously melting in love
I'm still staring at the puddles

The memory of water, fuliginous orchards set ablaze
What are you waiting for, get in first with a blazing letter
Style can be introduced, and that's how I understand vermillion art
Hold you tight in my daydreams and the fire of my likeness
I love the heat of chartreuse and a campfire near a distant river of reflected dreams

Much better, if I limply came with roses
Hugging you tight in my wounded life
And bare our souls or becoming deeper
We can spend togetherness on this night of scattered starlight

In sudden heaven or sudden bliss, that's immeasurable
Either way life or living, you expand my mind amiss
The fire of my likeness, a visceral starry dynamo of minds
What's my verbal cue, when you're the Goddess of my ****** things

We speak in silence and hear the heartbeat
Silent because we don't deserve each other, probably
Assimilating these feelings is an immaculate conception and form-expression in one
You make me and complete me, halcyon I tell ya'

That's a truth stated in scientific truth with calculated looks
That lie like the fires in my coal eyes, although Illmatic eyes are brown stuck in moral kiosks of the midnight soul
The body that walks under cloudless climes
The midnight chimes with the starry skies perturbed
Le écrié drama pensée suiva
Winking at us, or we look at them once in while in emollient Earth

Little angel set in gilded marble
With your steel eyes and silken laid out
Stone body and sculpted dreamy mouth

And steel smile and iridescent grin
Steel wing end my life that shines like death in my eyes
Cut my time like erudition like a war in creation

A fire used to dance, now taking a vacation
I am in a distant dream looking for salvation
In rented apartments and stolen cigarettes and smoky billowing clouds of marijuana smoking silently
A cracked hip is worth a broken whip, this is no joke

We have puzzled hearts
That can carry able bodies with conviction
A hole in our heart in this jig-saw puzzle
Can we carry all this strength
Therefore, the ones who feel weak
Are they in the broken places or pushing together the pieces again
A heart can carry me forward and my mind can piece all this together
In the silence of a strong mind
Silent like meek geniuses unsure of their minds
Soon they will be struggling and weighed down doubts
The bright ones will make it out alive
A wise man can travel, and a fool is worse for wear in this stormy weather
Sticks for legs, and stones for hearts having a still heartbeat
Like pieces of a puzzle lying on a table altogether

A wise man
Questions his own ideals
A fool worships them

Like we use trees
For paper
A king is for his people
Patient in affliction
Faithful with gratitude
Seraphim in his affection

Life can be made colorful
If you can be nice
About abolition of slavery

The strongest people
Shine the brightest
In the darkest, and shy away from the light
The shadows fall on trees
Opening pages from the canopy
We cannot see the age of these trees
Only their shadows in books of knowledge and passion

If you're cute
Join the military
If you're cool
Become an academic in a sheen of a classroom
If you're cold
Become an apartment in the bulk of extravagant Manhattan
Either way, you will drip like a sea from the ceiling of a submarine

Pea soup with Mr. Peabody
Have it as a delicacy, earnestly
Crush my pea heart made of solid starch
Mea culpa and moloch horridus among us
Keeps circling around, hopping around us
Like stars in our pocket
Hoping to join the starlight
Things seem to coalesce
Following the inner moonlight, and hiding the madness
Like pea soup on my burnt tongue, touching little by little

If you are convinced
A phlegmatic mosquito cannot change the world
Try clapping around them instead like chasing cars

We are similar beings
We dream of the future
And live in the past, asleep presently

You count the buttons
On his shirt and the eyes
In his closet, as he has a suit of many colors
Like a bird with a ton of rumination
A man and no imagination can never be rich
A man with courage has a soul that can never be poor
He just gives himself to social shambles and eccentric people
Redolent about his hysterical naked self
I seem to forget that childhood was filled with punishment
That turned into a crime, and my soul healed by being with POW
Or the children of war and the creed of a generation
Seemed to hear the elevator muzak, and left me linked to the radio
Tombstones couldn't scream, and the sheer shrieks of podiums resounded
Children were starving with hunger whereas they should have been assigned shrinks
In his closet, there were many skeletons
All them starved to death, and funnily they wore gregarious looks and suits
Constituents of an open book of spells
Changed its text with each levee flooding the Hell gates
Of lawmakers, the conviction of suicidal souls
Someone killed himself again and saved by the tolling hell bell
Heck, I could write better than this, and **** the freewill
Heck, I could call the man on this and ask for the rights of women and children
Heck, I couldn't provide for my own children and heal the heavenly souls facing the hellish war

In his closet, their qued a ****** questioning his own wit

Like a woman in the storm
Wilting in the mossy lakes
Streams of tears stop suddenly
Wishing tumultuous flowers
Following her mother to her grave
I hope the river flows in her
Indolent, sloth, languorous lapping
Rivers left this sea, shoring against the tides
Of shapeless water crashing against razor ravines
Her love stood the test of time by following the river
Drenched by the moisture of the sea
The crow wishes fallow, callow women can wash away
Tomorrow begins after today
Sorrow ends today for the wishful crow

Waiting for you in the same way
A needle in a haystack
Hopes to bring silence, pin-drop silence

I am afraid of words, because when
They are written in perfect harmony
They can create anarchy and chaos
Like when they say blue is the warmest color
Reality comes in different shapes and six sides
Starry lights on meritorious skies, iridescent smiles
Winking faces in the twilight zone in hand-counted time

Come together
In silence
Or never speak again

They say change is real
I hope I can survive the night
To live another day to see Haley's Comet
The night isn't complete if religion isn't right

I want you
To let your love come shining through
Because I share the same feelings as you

My father was a monster
In my closet, under my bed, inside
Never near my beside with a nursery rhyme

A woman so tired, so fearful of
Leaking water flats, and tireless nights
Still, my pieces of music do not interest her
She can think for herself like chemistry in a beaker
Kings in open battlefields handling a hundred men
Queens at palaces handling a hundred mistresses
My pecker hangs in the wind like a red hot chili peppermint
Tirades and waves of relief wash over me and in my mind

I live
He stares at me
The stars in my eyes burn crazily

I didn't know he could do that
His eyes were hungry and so close

You planted
Wildflowers
In fields of sorrow

To be alive is a crime
If you are yet to be punished
To be dead without crime in a mortal coil

Satirical Steinways, we were free ***** on piano toil
Writs, bills, frights in the proceeds going to poverished oracles
Impoverished by the diligent working class for the polity

Living in the city, politics putting us in the governed cells
Freedom loves, seek the whole motivated world on shiny stakes
Start stamping your immigration papers or work in the metallurgical

The humor of passionate egalitarians, everything is equal that sells
The drunken man sells his words in dollars, crumpled heaps, Schopenhauer on the doorsteps
Looking at the rabble with a thin eye and searches
Through thick and thin
Through fat and skinny
Through shallow and deep
Through jejune and adult
To be dead is a life worth living

Similar souls are apart
Worlds are full of words
Connecting us like glances

Antediluvian animals believe
In the ark, gripping tight to the floor
Often, getting splinters in their paws
The hooves are behooved by the floods
Befuddled by God's idea of puddles

It was a freeze-out, we reflect on our glaciers and icy rivers
Our pride was dying and lives were alight, dreams are memories without prize

I whale for swimming soles
I crowd around fish in the sea
Swimming with the birds on the levee
Being human or a monk at ease
A fly can fly and bees sting
Butter flies in the stomach
Or slides little like weird fish food

Twelve monkeys at twelve
I stopped counting the robot cranes
Flamingos with cross-eyed lives
Scared of the swimming souls with feet
That's why flamingos keep their feet up
In an animal farm for lazy pigs
Being fearful is not wrong, being unsuspecting is

Fish aren't meant too climb
Monkeys aren't meant to swim
You read the first line right

I walked in the door
I asked, "What does it open to?"
He said, "Another room"

I walked in the door
There was a crane
I asked, "What does it open to?"
He said, "Another room"
The other room was empty
Full of rubble and broken words, like an elephant in the room

I asked, "What does it mean?"
He said looking through another glass
I looked through the glass door

It opened up to a variety of disasters
And the animals in my mind counting the leaves on trees
Wrecking us and hanging on our minds
Eating us alive, the doubts
Bothered his soul, and my body was tired

You see, we kept craning our necks
Looking for someone praying in the house
Someone, lay on a mat praying to a crane and asking the elephant to leave at the same time

When I sleep
My thoughts lie awake, and he hasn't said anything yet
Telling me to breathe, or stop dreaming

I'm losing my reason
The thoughts are alive like wilting flowers
The dullest seasons are the brightest when the time waits for tides

I never thought about it
He didn't know what it was up to
Before, until now
I light my own ways and close my own doors

We are like open books
Staid and impulsive at the same time
If the shadows of people were pages
Their leers are open books

I wish I could take a page from your defenseless heart
Then I'd have caught a falling star from infinity
Indemnified by eternity and I wouldn't think twice
I doubt that confidence is the means to an end
Or the self-determination is the way to begin this art
Start from the beginning, and try to sleep with a mosquito
And change your sleepless nights, into claps for exchanged for slaps
Stop dreaming, start living
Or we can least breathe, you know if butterflies flutter

We couldn't help looking up the skirts and skirmishes
Although, the thoughts were kept aside with integrity
The drinks were at the side of typewriters, like hanging women
Blowing some soul into blazing thoughts with some dignity
That would have burned themselves on free streets ransacked by religion