Sweet flower
I’m so blue
I’m going out and about on the two stories
Pressure me into forgiveness, and take the wilting love
And fill me with your serene life, and deliver me too

My heart cries for the crumble pie
Make me a piece of crumbled lines
All I need is day of break from work and reading
Let’s talk about the right rain, and be wrong as the clouds hiding my lifeless eyes in gliding through to you

Passed partied lucky
Big and my best day
Blushed the blue heart, and turned red like the dusky sky

I heard you spanking someone
Deem them a part of my planned dream, uncouth
That has some semblance of girlish ways, painting mascara with names
Do real people even strike us of reality or having lack of it
I have some good stories, with a queen of hearts as the bookmark

The book never finishes and the story never stopped at the payment of Marxist pamphlet, culled and swiped our cars
For cold cold cash and charming cargos across Constantinopole
Filing countdowns and driving out immigrant countdowns working the clock like laissez faire capitalist
War is the coolest drug for the mad hatter
He would not seek hell after that

Read your eyes
Haven’t learned how to remember
Your glance of artful proportions, dearthly looking after me

Forgive my glance in the east
The sun rises in the north when I’m on the west of east
Everything’s gone south, I should be back at home looking at the pole star from the south
I am back at the eastern seaside, running coast to coast

Liven joy as if it isn’t
As of now the joy is real
Looking for it some in an ounce of vivacious motherhood
That ******* left the phone
Coffee in the train, tea out of the surfboard returning on bossa nova
Born in the art noveau made a black magic woman, out of heads
Beads in the ruthless response, like the sensory second made of stern stuff
Kick me in the ground, the wars in the battleground, kick me into the sentoryou
I want out now, I’ll be determined now
Sorry papa

Anything want
Does
That’s the way you need to do, leave the platitudes

Down the underwater
Take the bubbles
Break em up, **** the lime acerbic wit killjoy
Facetiously pushing out the service asking for a hitch back home
Cuddling up to the trunks of the elephant of the room
Bedlock with dread of the meandering truck loving peach luck
Peachy eyed, kimono geisha fire me up and entertain men
Thematic schemes, all part of your plan
Party in the USA, rock with your ***** in Russia
Freeze to death in sugary rush of ***** and virgins, dishevel the exceptional man
Blizzard steam cuprous culture praise the lizard king, fly out of the pressings quickly
Pen down your life
I’d have ideas for you
Make songs for you
The pieces make sense, if you put the jigsaw puzzle together again

You’re stuck in the middle

Paint and anoint all the colors
Bleed into one
Color my face into anyone, like a nosegay
If I love, it is because of you

Carolyn the running cockamie scheme artist
Solipsisms of many states of mind, amond the Carolina chicks creasing
Her hair with the railing house on two wheels, ******* out at the dream
Take my heart touch my word in the valleys
Come to me int the video of California and fornication of *****
Graphs of the blue freedom in freeform China girls and diamond underwear for Liberace
Love this race and rain down on my period of prison deeper
Deeper than the veins that had a voice and now drowned in the dregs of pulmonary drugs
Criminate and Fred astute as always, stepping into the dancing stage of starlight many states responded to the report
Meteors sighted in the iceberg, shooting stars cut out of the gradients of crashing sights anyone would see it
Deepening with many, strangle love strangling few surrealists staunch and gaunt
Like Picasso’s restrictive operatic art, singing the boxer
Rolling the ounces, counting the punches, taking it in his stares
Exercised in the truncheon things called trunks on this rhapsodic love
Cusp of time exonerated my thorny humor, I didn’t deserve a heartbeat that skipped like a stuck tapedeck
We got Japan on ice on record, drugged the secret service
Remanded the weapons of reclusive people perishing silently

The cries are on the lips of the rumble falling from the sky, thunderstorms delight

We are actually in third dimension
Finding out fourth dimension physics
With second-dimensional progress, linear progress

Flesh of a lonely man
Needs make up
Wreaths on this list coming

Crossing out and ticking the boxes
We’re still holding the dust of souls
And ashen glances look like desultory glances

****** on the nursed streets
The streetlit howling winds can fly out of educated lives
We are only left educated minds changing their ways and stealing cigarettes

Feigining for the father figure
I hope we have had a good time
The night’s brighter with the vivid growth of the undernelly

Knell bells tolling, killing the bleeding
Sojourn the dress, and adjourn th court
Red crimson tresses sense the mallet of sentences marking forever

Those worst worshipping travelers of trafficking
Altruist, my forefathers are looking at us like it’s now or never
The darkeness is inevitable, but, the tunnel runs out with indomitable spirit stealing glances from the Gods of religions so decrepit
I had my luck in my pocket from these corrupt politicians, and reiterated that I’d run and reign and then run
Like the apoplectic season of the monsoons, teaming up either way

Running on empty fuel
Running on empty time
Fuel gone all the time

Running man
Marathon criminal
Sun’s down and the justice for all

Take a free taste
Shock the senses
A clip of trees to stop the falling and running

We are running on violence
Silence comes when everyone is peaceful
Bruised hearts fly like convocated fighters finding solace

Fire of the day
Step into the starlight
Running on empty skies, sun and moons sharing the light of the old

The museum call for people
And the extinct relics remind me
Falling in meditated love and religious respect
Sacrosanct people are extinct
Like the blessings of good thoughts
We are in a museum of dinosaurs and understanding people

Some friends
Some folks
Cuddle up to my kisses
Desires for thighs just okay
Heights of colder man make my home
Warmer men make my bed
Lower men can ease my mind
Cashing on my interests and coursing through my puddles of love

Cry your tears
With the silent sayings
Of fortified silence, and challenge them with poetry
Make your sadness your own

Grow the fruits of your labor
Make the most of simple fruits
Seeded and blue, are the moon and sky
Like tears in the sun

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