Thinking about the dinner sleep, and milk
Bread and the tea, and some fatless skimmed milk
Some grocery lists that have no dough as flour
Or as a flower as dowry
As the blue weather, spills like the fall of the hokes and lores
Of the Hokkaido's that implore
Of the tresses of the crime, the airbrushes of the breaths
The swords live within the cuts of the picture
Mixing with the texture of the freeway, we can beat the traffic

Inhibiting the criminal frame
Of mind, I took my summers on the journey asunder
Of the politics and the rhyme, of the greatly doubtful pleasantry
Among the soulless crowd, breaking the taxes too
The tears from the hear and hears, strollin' through windy paths
Tearing across the cultures, and streetlights and staring into the distance, the hitchhiker doesn't ride us on the storm

Wake up my light
O' mighty god light my morning
Like you light up my packs like the impoverished morning
In the cool cool

Of evenings, let's fly out
Too short of words, o'er is he becoming him
Her becoming his or was she becoming her edict of nights brighter
Stars lighter up mulled

The wine I can try freely ransack and robed freeloaders get me
Blues on her bag, speak of cusp
It's almost time, to leave your satchel
That will carry my words, too soon

I try to make a footprint, too big
But, it stops short of being too small
Like my small pleasant feelings, crushed by big people

Your coat of cupboards, armchairs
Roccoco and coquettish cupping the wrong coup
We could be disguised as bloodstreams

                                                                       left some streams, to come upon some this up

I suppose because of the approach to poetry
I might not be taken seriously, and for
Such purposes, I venture on making a premise
A sudden purpose you may call it in similarity
To pellucid and amiable as a similitude

It took me a long while
To really understand how we inure each
Other in two or threes, taking each number
Like a closed leading to an open door
Contraltos and passive ancestors have one thing in common
Lies and literature, it took to you to be a good person so what
You took to prison and a cell of broken speech and schools took you in peremptory pleasure, with some loquacity and leisure
Mellifluous or mundane, quoting has some substrata of truth, broken down into placid men in Lenin's underground communist movements
Black and broken like the hungry poverty, of the speech and resplendent sum, inventively locum tenens more than the summated parts of clients
Remeasuring the men around me, finding the inclination within singularities
Violent and breathless broken poetry

The artist mixed up in the sword of
Pieces of pied by the glacier and Pisces lend its transience
My land lies wrapping limestone
Tear dried on the artist abnegated storming in veritable riches
Eternal reflect your hope's
                                                                about to show
                                   You just told you
                                                                antecedent
Often, breaking comfortably with the atmosphere, your hope's about to show                                       some leniency
And music
questions and answers, and arguments, and transience
                                                          Angst and fascism, good and evil

Apart at me in a latitude
Cross with the seams
Nostrum of commands, chartered
Owning for tomorrow, quid ad
Tully portentous of penmanship, questioning
If I had more battlecry moratorium felt lighter than the sword, but, took to the ethicism, to write it with serried disabuse
The revival of the crimson tide pegged for the trident of sorts from Martian landmasses, criminal smooth as the craters
Please open, the probes to the ice of the closest countries first, make global anarcho stuff our moral precedent
Aiming for life, you tend to lose sight of it all, along with the opportunity to make amends.
Sorry, the germane nature went out of nature, this is specifically directed at the single simpletons in the simplicity of laying out
Words in the degree of simple logical statements, which can neither be passive or active
Passionate really isn't that our motives are both not driven by passion and ambition
Curious, isn't I look intolerable in the promising outlook
Carelessness isn't it that I know love is growing a par two with my liveliness
Comeliness, truantly nuanced underbellied, becoming or bellied or becoming in the transcendence of the existential crafty wiz of nihilism that feels like your
Furr it's relaxed by its poetry, somehow we die off too young like some poet at our age
Polymaths and opsimaths might be alike, in some time
I've hope I've found a place in the line
Clever and quick climbing through the snakes on the lazing sun of the ladder come from the tinted passive line
Sunset horizon mindful of your mindreading crimson tide
Placid of the mature of the maternal greed, beyond the, claiming the doors
Of the possibilities, probabilities of the fraught lives among the cosmos of the karmic lives
Of the obliqueness of the strychnine streets that can be moonlit in the daydream of the sonic youth

Silence the terrorized halls
Sat across us, the fiery recalcitrant
Deck the halls with burning classes, obomoe'er
Brazen, kindred dust, fearful of teaching
Preaching the halls, just the silence stood still
Among the students scared of the teachers
Or the terror of the temperamental rabble, hedging for the bench
Edging from the kicks from the underbelly of the table
Friends seem like the same dinners you had in silence
The teachers seemed like familiar friends, in this educating experience
******* your teenage thumb, the rising
Violence, for the sudden sunflowers, rising for the sun
Sun for the dense sending, billowing and asunder summed up sheets
Totaled and examined, they ******* passed

Thin romance
Lost in your dreams

                                                         ­       Sips from the murmur
                                                          ­      Age like these daydreams

Lying across the hall
Sleeping across the floor
The hall
The phone
Break my bruises
Breathless and prepossessing
In my dreams, my message

A cat's ahead, a little complaisant
A cat followed the zephyr, playfully
Flat's rather zaftig and plump, and soothe the platitudes
Bibulous rachets and rackets of gesticulating recalcitrants
Congruent cat whisker's rather pother-like, can't get bolder
"Sleeping, oeuvre woes my way?"
"Sitting, oeuvre, was my way."

A thousand notes
A thousand pieces of music
Selling them by the pond

A thousand men
A thousand hypocrites
Selling them by the monikers

A thousand great people
A thousand women
Selling them by fame, disappearing into the moonlight that semaphores disappearance

Blizzard running into ice
Therefore I feel fire and the dimness
Showering fire in the fiery distance
Respiration fire
Fire like lizard storms

Mellow dream and classical melody
Composition and performance
Perforation and broken places
Laurels and Lutes
Sonatas and Partitas

Fear washed away like a man
Like bread among the ghettos, ***** for the well-read
Dulcet tones ring for sinners washing their dilemmas
Fortified war?
War is born of trauma, challenged by hope

Can't change the world with
The wee troubles
Slow-out for a hundred candles
Love the moves, out the waxen moves
Play the moves, body stop in my hailing moon
Can't change the time, don't rock

Movin' down the line, talk 'bout twinklin' rocks
Maybe it's mine, troubled over waters o'er your eyes

Two times, for your two-timer looking for mo'
One love, love the groove
Can't change the city, livin' in with my soldier
Far away from here, Saigon mindful
Soulless soldiers looking for cashing in their guns
I am looking for peace, I'm surrounded by silent pacifists

Derelicts ask for the fire and the ice of the God, I speak of to keep you silent in truth and rectitude
Circus adds some placid perception of derision of citrus amalgam
Port and pomegranate, all the capricious sutures of captious
vulpine and Poliphela dawn on pulpits

Backpfeifengseicht, ill and criminally-ill-fated
Remembering wading, thrusting and jostling
Elk and pliant prying incrimination with surveying perspicacious human nature
With parsimonious prison fortresses and gauntlets

Shoot me a coward, who can
Perniciously end my life with intention
The danger in the dark, escaping, off with the rider

It's a lumberjack, a lake of logs brushing up their boats
The elated minutes of meandering open poetry, open up  
Seeds like blocks, locks of stems

Cut and trimmings mummified in your dreams in the cool of the evening
Lithe, and it's pottery

The sunshine dying to play sunny in California, always ages
The goddess left his side, thawing out in your cove of scenery
Everybody slivering on the grass being greener on the other side

With my alluring hours with time, cut into and wrapped with vinyl vicious trimmings mummified in your dreams in the cool of the evening
Blithe, and I can’t speak it’s spooky iron fields cremated likes similar to telex and shout-outs from isthmuses, semaphoring to-and-fro
Keeps me company, with punctual accusations

The coffee is served
With some newspaper that reads like a fly
Makes the news spread

The baker gives bread to
Boys
Boys will be boys

I'm your vinyl on your pin following your peripheral cues on this sepia open sadness like shades
Its little fuchsia sunny on California, always ages
The goddess left his side, only olden beguilement and rooms
Dating your peeling sheen and debating your iceberg cold calls thawing out in your silken-skin
Everybody slivering on your silver linings charting out your bane for vanity

laitos hanesta kunnnussunutu mies miell, englantikirjo mina ja me tunen junan
tama esse and seisoden lyht lyppi vappaasi seinan, ja velja
Sovyit eripstyat hanesta puhutka laekke aiomme
mista olen kaynyt kahvi?

Kizu no sayōnara arigatōgozaimashita kono sensei wa kawaranai
Watashi wa kyōshi to ***** hataraite doko wara, tsunaida
Olen yhteydessä,

Hyvää päivää kultaseni
Asut tässä akatemiassa, joka aiheuttaa tulipalon kirjoittamiseen
Puhutko, elokuvka tsyktoisita puhutken
anteeksi, puhutko englanti olen kiellety miella juomassa
puhun ko tunen tsyokentelen oikeuden
anteeksi, sai vaella olenu paina jaeollata
Nukuua ei kuusi, menanko kuressa
nolla, iksi oppi suomessu
minu numirber kelja seits ja seitsemantoista
kun ootoo ekystit someksi silti laulletan

Leipoa hänen kielletty
Mies persasiosoden keratimissen
Hanen cuppi kakku ei laitsu laklu kiinnostunut asut
katilo poisse, ei pois

Bonaparte taivva maistu haishee
Kutsu sumaine kirjailin
Tama kupolisi jaeelloate
Illu immuiti parakeesi
Hyva sinna elpa kesta
Hyva paivva eriystis maotteraktsi
Matkustan junann oppi opisemelala
sinu sodasta rakastan
taollo vaela

Kirja parantaa
Kielletty mies ein mutti n
hyva prinsinn lääkehoito kirjoitti

I work I talk about the stomach type short coffee good true what do you live for polish firefly oh myne erde imagine to divide It is me who makes the difference the most painful of those days borjelicke hearty train i feel i a lot of work was done in one hundred and sixyears speaks Finnish, not English this spring Tate finnish to Persian myeh meillety dude the heels Imagine a coffee taste a fuzzy evil huffy teacher devil, your war does not bite the brazilian flag no kid Venezuela rays off the light most suggestive of the day's different psychology

Alight with the void
Flighting in fautal corners
Observing her expanse and countenance, still sparsing
I pray you to be silent about all Gods, I don't want a book that silences me
However, music is respected by nihilists too, and the blackness shadows over me like your cosmetic

I'm different from the advertisements
I'm different from being able to check the diffident
I'm differently formed, coffered the affidavit
The defendant left me in a spell of the time that I had lost
Imbibing my guilt in the adequate alacrity, inevitable wasn't it
The loss of my sensible sagaciousness and I took it to curtsy for my childish grin
Smirks and lenience were standing upon at gaze, in the confused crowd
Only you, you were standing in the surface flowing with troughs of tridents of storms
Making choices beyond your gayness, and pristine condition was your choice of gentleness

Does the sender dance to the tune of the rights
Does the messenger believe in love and call it food
Love letters washed in limbo, I've stopped
Sands and jaded solace of Soho and the midnight lurks hanging like gallows stark in starlight just like we hugged
The arms of the machinist broken by the assuaged quirks


We won, and this integrity of the jejune kind
A lively berry in the possibilities and
Probabilities of time, flickering crystalline face like the mirror across your sea
Ripe and the average
                                                                             Brit ****** mystery


doesn't excite your insightful side
Here something for you, to remember, I have
drawn the lines to tell
                                                me where does it draw to my incubation
Something that makes this broken poetry

Sounds complete when                    you are reading enough from me
Trending poem, titled indelible plenary
How is it really?

She dies
With the flower
She wants your love softly speaking as the morning sunrise
She wants your attention
Like someone in love

You want to direct your own future, without calling it your own
Your genius is your own
So are your desires, your own

The thunder got locked into the dreary sky
Knells, kettles, little nullified and filling voids rather easily
I in the waters had some hundred men, with fibs and pies
Who was looking for a way to make waves with rib-steaks
The beast wandering the houses reeking of suicide
Take me, don't be afraid, grab me by the neck
The sea next to the northern droning ocean
Take me through the cloudy crosswinds, running far
Beyond adventure and danger beyond the Tenerife bay
Take me down like the killer down best friend lane
Friendly with the rider in the south
Stormy with the strength of the crowd
Fluent with the crime, knowing of the curse
All this knowledge is in vain if you suffer from being unloved

Oppai tashite kuremas kudasai itte kure wa
Sono dashita teme nani itteru kure ko no imasu
The freedom of the dovideja, and the femme frames of the mirror
Of the Tarkovsky and glass notes of wave cuts, remember

The rebellious who molds with the trial of the represented class
Objection, I declare war in the crazed afternoon
Of understanding other's objections flashing presenting the case to the public enemy

Where are you from mind to mother
Are you from the tree of ether midnight lover
Mauve and green, and the timber of autumn chill
Chattering, wait a minute it's winter in green
Care to oblige, into my world, wondering who's it from
To the effect, it's a phenomenon in the embers of eclipsed
Make a couple throws, and roll with the scientist of the cusp of miss emerald
You look like a girl, maiden to the concurrent countess stealing a glance from her Siamese cat
Let it be, and little are we ready to not believe that, die on the silver scent
Where's the feeling at and the inevitable morning reeling out, the perfidy of digressing
The breaking bread and reading takes to the herd, kindly
The wine ages with time and death take the darkness away
Edging on the time is like living life on every way of integrity
Schizoid of the psychoanalysis of the treasonable civilian, here on myrhh
Running away from you never took more gusto, the fact ain't lying
A thousand men fighting and flowing
Specs of the dust like a hurricane, moving just because they can
Galvanizing with the woods, I'd sit with my underground chair with burning papers
Burning with the recession, the economy was on page
Were we in prized papers?
The value of money and the sleepers, in clean ruses and jackknifes killing the heathens
Truth with the people told us of better times
Hitherto, this is just our choice, within the entropy, outside we are in frames within

Ashes fly like lonely artist within, like the fly breaking the wires Reelin' free air
Sleeping right, instead, I'm dreaming of luck on the streets
Steal your right, instead of fighting the urge to be frantic
Turn your luck into snarky medicinal
Holiday burning up in flames, laze dazed on a hunch
Arcanine, fun being confused by the empty witnesses
Abject humiliation helps scuttle the land
Rehabilitating, titillating and shards scintillating the Tiber
Mending ways, a thing of the indefinite freewill
Unified terrorists looking at there curtains and the pails
Praying for the mail to unfurl
Sleepless like a shuttle, in an electrocuted chair in a four-by-four cell without the pills and supper
Scuttle the land and the last meal ain't free, innit

It's kind of tough
Having pillow talk
When you're such a fluff

Love isn't blind
It just doesn't allow you
To see in the dark necessities

The first door is open
It's someone I do not know
I cannot make out the memory of my abduction
I'm looking at the last door too
The last door is right next to me, as an immediate want
Starts from the secret shadow of the occupancy
A closed room for every open room, serried steps, and no stairs
Lights carry the pain forward step-by-step
Carrying life as it's the last gully
Like a cold ally, hunger goes from door to door
I realize I'm out before I've reached home
Simply following the warmth of light and living humanly
Missing home and carrying advances to forward promises
The last door opens to those who are waiting, like a mother I once remember

Child in me wants to go home
The older self feels the light got a little colder
The hellos and good days follow like cold imagination
The twilight of a new moon renders me a little messier
Bellowing, bewitched and I get older and become a denier
The cause of the sunny dream and they say I am stranger following pied pipers
I'm a stranger in another man's eyes and living behind stronger illusions and desires
It's easier to reread a book when you know it's ending and the solution
It's easier to look at the wanderer's eyes, pointing a gun to the helm
And tell him to look at the vagrant skies with some gumption
Migrating, and the fighting spirit sits sojourned within the threat of danger
July and June, and I and the dolphins washed away on the foamy shore
Like divine retribution, that burned upon touching the sun
The shore ended where the sea opened up and the wings welded
The watered wilting rushed down the turbulent tempests, begging for merit
Flying away as one, wanting more

Purpleheart every day, imbibe your indecisiveness
Give blues to life, to inscribe your insidious intent
'Cause I love your reds and hues, and the stairs that lead away
You what and why I can read you whence you stay
Because roses, violets and you lose your mellifluous and oleaginous face
Flowers are right, 'cause you love you right with the heralded dews of hummingbirds
'Cause is right, cause I love you, like the sun's right on the windmill for the sawdust
Bring back life, in an endless river of life, purpleheart make me one again with this creasing present premonition
That I throw away, too many folds of the meritorious grand design that creates the cosmic flow
Accretion disseminating the delirious artist within, out with the words and in with your pleasantries and parsimonious precedents
Light and dark, drive out the interfaces of all might
Without you I might, I leave you dry and quiet
Quite right, if you end the world on the right note
Cause, I need your love and you, going five
Childhood and innocence are you fine 'cause I love youth
My name's mine, see ya on the other side
Coquettish and coco loco, brogues and oxfords look like you moon swiftly survive
Cry your heart out and purple haze, endless by the digits in the reasonable the logic of the fire
Temerity and the derision of the ****** burning read these lines and some of the understanding why you have no home
You're a fool for your right and a lyrical goddess, talk of the heart
Like a goddess, you leave me with thoughts in mind for the maker
After, I've read and had you, with me in my cries
'Cause I've dove for you, in this blazing rain in the heart of the sun
Blasting thunder and water across the fading streets for the sun that waking clouds that walk among night stars