Blue moon
Red sky
Purple days

Roses are red
Violets are blue
Let me send you flowers and kisses too

Love is a drug
If you are wrong
I don’t want to be a transformer

If you’re the secret garden
Let me be your picket fence and garden tool
Look at me with your eyes crouching over the white picture

Sleepless as I am
The nights keep me awake
Like magnets

The rivers talks of love
Floods when it hears my pain
Washing away the apparition of boughs that are broken

I could take a moment
And make an eternity out of it
If it was who’s time

I have felt this way
I have felt this way
I have felt this way
That you could hurt my way of life

Cutting my life shorter than I can relate
Without adding my life to a leaden girl
To the road of life that carries her weight
Caught by the cut shores that make the islands
Look placid and righteous like snow stealing my friends for snowmen
Jewels in the eye of the sky, and there’s something in the news
There is the news, and I read it too in the snowflakes currently flying out
I take me time with both, and cause I unwind unabated
From the blue of the dazed clouds sleeping in curl
That make me seem shorter in this vast space turn in and out
Finding it’s true humility, if I could just keep quiet about it
They say heaven can wait, and hell draws the drapes

So the music makes me speak
So the seldom spoken
Listens to you
Like wind storms meditating on onset of depression
Gloomy like specious doubt of better times, and the days change
Like that trembling hand that cuts the cake every birthday and every marriage
These are all numbers that can lose meaning after a while

Trust involves the selection
Of selfless service, the trust doesn’t
Give back, but, the words do
Except they are shallow as the lack of good feelings
Needed to touch many
Shading on the mandatory need of money
Not knowing the language and speaking the streets
The crime is on the mouth of everyon blessing the violence
We could get back to the crying dove that passes natural selection
Doing unusually well in ushering in a new world
That fills me with purpose and sets my gaze on graceful waves
Like whips stuck to a chain of wounds

If you feed a hungry child
You save it for a day
If you teach a hungry child
You save it from sleepless nights

Sweeping up your streets
Up to the sea, which run at the seams
Atleast, you listen to my pain
Listen to my past, billowing meandering black

Look at the time
It’s six and we are approaching
The starlight that heads up high

We are looking at you
It’s nine and we are sleeping like beautiful people
Dead and lifeless, we may be holier than queens too

Poets of the fainting time
Lend us your time
And revive you in the ambition of Popes

Fathers of the falling
Befallen by love, I hope you’re standing
At the abyss of my ruined childhood, burning my creativity

Playing the game if you stop talking, talking about it
Don’t explain, I hurt you myself
Help you up high in only lonesome vacations, that’s it

Father thanks for playing me like the queen of hearts

I’m pulling out
My called card
And raising my stakes, and cocking my gun
Ready to break my breath, and stop my ****** brain
Blood rush to the routine head of this headful dreams
Shoot me into the unopened heaven gate
You have sealed the gates with a blood crest and sacrificial altar
Calling her from the west, and lookng blindly at blindness
These people have only seen bacchanus
Stuck in gloryholes and hellposts

I knew the bliss
In the knees folded in prayer
Pieces on your stomp bebop don’t burn the bedrock
In the room, rook on the board
Laconically talk to our forthcoming rights
To governance and growth, growing with each prayer
I learn how to pray for less sadness, and more eternalness
Moreover, we need you to be happy about having children
Christ in heaven looks on your soul with affection
The light baptizes the sacrosanct boy, and the girl I’ve known all my life
Is now praying with me and taking me to church

On the shore of short towers
Shopping for food
Slaving it out in the rain
The education of many years and marathon days
We ran instant energy and insatiable highs

I hope we are sensitive to joy

Her shoulders lower on the silk straits
Lights on her sabered length and tapered gown
I could only forgive her for making my life breathless

Choosing my life’s choices
Carefully stitching the love of mine
Cleansing my conscience off vices
Virtue is true happiness

I’ve spent my life
On searching for the end of the ocean
Only to find beacons lighting the way
Asking me to travel further
I do not know when to stop, but, I know
In that I lost hope and inkling of doubts surface
On the waters and crash with the sailing moon
As the horizon comes with the life on planet Earth
Survival of the fittest, doesn’t matter
We all come alive in the face of happiness
People do better when they are happy
And they are fitter and more productive
Falling in love
And finding calmness at the depth of the ocean
With resonant gems in the way, the jewel is lost in time
I wish I sold myself to slavery instead

He took the bomb
To the Jack and Jill hill
The mountain took him downstream
Can we set fire to the rain
Asked the guy who kissed the sky
Leading the ballots of bucket lists
We coul care less and fill the bucket a little less

We took back the bomb and their minds had changed when they reached rock bottom
Rocking the avalanche it's coked hearts and blanched looks

It is common
For people to listen tostories
Witty tylenol and beef cakes and swords won’t
Cut it brutes, and acts of morality in temparate whimsical talk of polished skulls
We hung the brute with the pigeon hole and steel wing
Dragonfly city cupping the deleterious eyes of compound soybeans and fermented liquor
Looking amber like fossilized time

I was dancing in the bar
Where love was the drug
I was soon dancing among the common people
Stepping into the shoes of glasses
Shots for flaming heads for friday nights
Crazy nights could come with the gay fights

I was dancing in the bar
Falling into the glasses and laissez faire
Breaking the coffee in the corner
Creating riffs, and shaking hips
I was dancing in a lesbian bar
Critics were not in the ******* kunstelromm
I was reading books, and apparently working overtime

They say tomoboys read books
If I don’t do it right, I can be wrong

I am not sad
I am just giving up hope
For the hollow people

The nights tell to close eyes
It would be good to be asleep at day
Because that’s when you think of me
And my shyness counts till ten
In conclusion, I am six seconds shy
Of romancing with the idea of you, and the seconds pass by
Spelling out “Love”
Curiously, patiently, and sequentially

You act high and mighty in day
You call me at the night of work hiurs
I’ve stare into the starlight with gaze so rare
That working the tables on broadway avenue would’ve helped

You are in Dallas
Far from my attainable state
Standing on the boards playing Georgia on my mind
Your recordings of blues and merrier mood
Perfect songs on the softer mornings
I wish I was silent in the wildfire of eternity
Measuring myself with blossoming sunflowers, looking at you
With cathartic sailors saying here’s destiny looking at you
I’m at the end of thy tunnel, your heartbeat is something I don’t deserve
So I hold you in arms
Cold and lonely
In Southern Waco, this poem would have been more warm and country
Free us from this sundance, and send us on gelid Titan

That’s your temperature has color, health has none
Let’s delay our journey, and take the next train because we are certain
We have nothing, but, our love to look forward
And holding the candle in the starlight, wondering about the affliction of strains of woes
Woes of Constantinapole was a democratic wonder, and dearth color of champagne and wine
The dryness of this scarce fruit, we have the grapes of wrath among the mandrake roots that make much of time

You are good at
Being bad
And shining in other’s light

Much like unhappiness
Can cause few fights
It can cause a few of many starry-stuff
If it’s hard to explain
Try harder, and become one with the stars
Happiness, will shine together with comeliness

Much like love
Makes me happy
So does friendship

Much like the thoughts
Of you light up my day
So does the sun in my eye, so you just can’t see it

It sometimes impossible
To listen to good stories
Without laughing at the good parts
That’s why I laugh at my life

When I
Took the moon
From your pocket
I forgot the stars in your eyes
When I
Looked at today’s attraction
You took the front page,
I didn’t read further
When I needed you
Most, you twinkled
And parted the space inbetween
Our balance
And added love in the equation

Now that’s called being all about love
Take me away from this moon
And circle the skies given the circumstances
Right no my eyes are clouded
But, the love of a million stars is enough
For my billionth brother in arms
Was that too many confusing numbers
That’s swingin’ lovers are a part of this astute statistic
Let’s make some association with our loveless magic
And add the magic of numbers, fly me to a moon miles away
Too far to go, let it be on the front board with the specials
The stars look down on us, in crosswords
We interwine like star-crossed lovers under cloudless climes
So what, we are capricious and jocular, amenable too

Life would be quite short
If I read your mind
And was speechless
Light would reach my taste of freedom
I could taste the darkness telling me to leave
Around midnight without my shorts

What would you
Do
If I didn’t remember your careless whisper
Saying I care for you
I’ll make you mine
It’s a want of similar things
But, the dream is too big to even begin
Let’s stop being silent and criminal
Create a carefully written letter to date
The music that came along the tapedeck

I am mourning
That happiness was temporary and specious

You touch me
I don’t respond
I have fallen out of the idea of love
Please don’t touch me anyway
Just don’t forget about us

Like rainbow meant for us
I sit still when see those

I am colorful now

On your scorched, earth reminded us
You were twisted cedar
You are now yellow and red
Mellow gold in the sun
Crimson in the dusk
And dust at night
You were the sun
Now on the stars, atop a mountainfar from water
The cries of cicadas and locusts cannot touch meadows here after

Let’s fly together on the waterlilies
With the airbrushedstrokes of changing times
And meandering minds, stellar starlight touch my musical soul
Knock on heavin’ doors and hellish floors
Burgundy ******* are all my purple sorority girls want in this year’s model
Let me read you van of people by the burgeoning of December, in a deafening silence of cold corpses freezing raining Winter Wednesdays

I love your bread and breakfast
On the winter mornings in cupped hash brown and coffee
Blowing to cool our girls brimming with glee, steaming past our lurking eyes

I write down my feelings
My pen is ready
And my tongue is tied
Telling me my lips twist your words
Thoughts turns into time
Time turns into stone
I write on stone and take my time
Tumultous and turbulent
Two good words came out of seas crashing against
Raised coves and then it hit me
That I would sail two seas
To be with myself on the otherside of the world
Breaking my body to write good things
Making metaphors for my lies
Letting people in on my horizontal freedom

Lying on the vertical, falling for the rhyme hurts
The rhyme hurls me into the rhythm of life on the sidelines
Pass me by, touch my inner light
Bring the dark child out of the crescent moon
Say hello to how we used to say hello
Goodbye to mean men who don’t hide your heart
Go out cold when you never get my ideas
Lukewarm conversation is what I need
Warm my hands with your wordsmith
Wordless lassoes

Hey, can we talk
I get anxious
You are my source of remedy
I am hooked on to you
Like once everyday
I am needing you
Like twice for a weekend
So my Monday are artful
And Sundays paint the sadness
My days are losing colors each Friday
Saturdays move by on islands
Without smilingly or lively holidays
Hey can we speak to ourselves
Or do we need a break
Can you stay or does
The phone seek any use
Maybe, we could talk uselessly
Over poetry and power of penned words
Summing our daily grievances
On social media’s phone
Hanging up the calls
Rather than allowing bluer atlases to chart our conversations

If I’m
Dreaming of you
Everyday
Actively

Are you the beads
On a necklace
Because you look good on my neck
Are you my eyes
And wear my looks on
Are you the coffee
I have instead of tea
I’d read you instead of your choices
Like the luck of many jewels and mellifluous
Noels that shine on the trees in the auriferous
Celebration of Christmas
The coffee is getting cold in anticipation
Waiting for you too
On a distant menu of reading material
I love you like my to-do list
I’m glad I understand and unsee you, in chiming bells
Let’s go to the place together and sleep
Forever

You came on my piano
Like black and white
Cupped mornings of joy

Don’t
Do
It

I remember you
You shaved your beard
And gave me hair like wires and washed
The candy cane like people who deserve head
Full of hair and laps of happiness
So that they can run after it, and
School the cool kids, here lies a hanging ceiling
He is hung by the noose
But, saved himself on the trapdoor of dropouts
Delightful if he shot himself in the sky
Terrorized the neighbourhood like James Dean
On a plane and he had die
Crash like the bellicose delight
Of popping centrelights
Soul flying out of the moonlit sky
Maybe, hanging on the balcony like a kite
****’s about to go down

What do you wanna do
With your life and create merciful
Merry sitting sounds on household objects
Make glassnotes too

If you say cheap things
You get priceless expressions

If you do nice things
You stop this cycle of hate

Everything comes at a price
Love takes endless sacrifice
Hate's easier to give in to
That's why forgiveness is short-lived too

And some of us live on borrowed time and money
While others find love in the poorest of broken places

Life has purpose
Life has a beginning
Life has an end

Death is where everything begins
When you seek your death
You have served your purpose

Sickness is where everything
Dies and life begins
Every beginning must have an end that we can see

That's how I grew sick of living
That's how I grew closer to madness
That's how I escaped my life of blindness, by ending it

Am I moving forward,
Or going backwards,
Either way, it feels like I'm running away

You are so
Near yet so far
I hope you complete me

If this just about
A road I shouldn't cross
I can't think twice about it without dying

**** literature
If you want
But, don't keep your head in your ***

Heart and soul
Tin and man
Can and ham

Emptiness is the chimneys
Looking at the sky
When the soot cleaners, they look
Worse for wear, looking at the change
In scenery, like blackened-witnesses with clean wrists
Happy for struggle

Leave me with a sermon
For the midnight hour, and the midnight talk
Seems like a date ago, certainty in this educated society
For the midnight hour, we beg for the midnight talk
Trust friends leaving the midnight hour to change themselves to waning moons and waxing
Leave with a sermon
To rid me of the breath of howling winds, and wolves that cross
The memories are guarded by wolves that can cross me
I've made friends with wolves, and now they dance to my tune
Trust friends should never have to change themselves to oppression