Pellucid curdled feet
Lucid readers, and revolution
Volition and asking for your breaths for diction
I hope to judge you by your footsteps

In the obstructed morning, a place of didacts
And pedantic passerby, and social vista of Perdido and ambient arcane fires of love
Perdition could be sensual, or superstition could be unsatiated
We could obstruct our cozy mornings with dingy dreams and bright cups of coffee, love's a new game
Reading books, and placing our shiny spectacles on the bass guitar, the coffee is getting cold on the plate
But, the table gets hotter, too bad the kitchen is too big without you
The bed is getting smaller, as I toss and turn, and dream of the real you is perfect
The dream of love and the idea of a bed better with just you, you make me collate these feelings and place my nosegays just right.
Perfection requires the right hand of time.

We could stretch
Our time, look at our legs
Tilt to the bellied fluttering of our hamstrings and heartstrings
Stirring our soul, and pushing out the sighs and pulling in the ties
We just made love

I'll look at your heart of rock
The stretch of highways, a treasure left for us
Telling us of the miles left for us, waiting to be walked
Too bad, we couldn't be friends here, on this road to heaven-sent
Road to redemption, antecedents look at us from buried stones and treasures, unless we cross the river of the Buddha
Maybe, I'm still extracting out it's meaning

The universe spirals
Unhinging, and awakening
Awkward time, between birth and realization
And before that you are dead?

I hope you have a good time
Good times, never lose you to time and tide
A man standing, or woman waiting
Can we find a balance, between two of these lovechildren
Waiting on the opposites sides of the floor, nobody moves
There's a water that crashes or takes the shape of teacups

Let's dream up a sky
Let's brighten up the day
Let's dream of a thousand moons, instead of solitary stars

Avid, amnesty barring the line
Livid, testing my honesty
Is honesty the hardest word?

Flying out of countries
Running into satisfaction
Atlas, and flying up in the air at night
Alas, happy with sightly inscriptions, and satiable highs

Cupid's arrow doesn't miss
Nobody sees, the naked lady woven
In the kiss, of jealousy and envy
Unable to make out the two, but, arrows
Make the difference, and silence the soul
There are only love and unchanging affection, steadfast

Cupid come down from your throne
Look at the weapons you've left weeping
Crying gentle tears, and ten-year-old boy fortified by the challenge
Mortified by the lack of reckoners, apple's lying cut in two
Waiting for the plastic love to cover the ****** up

Is it contagious
The doc' asks me
Apparently, I was investing myself in the brunt of the
AIDS outbreak, the 90s couldn't have been shorter

I'm flossing to save lives
Keeping myself
From the dentist, and the amalgam of codeine and cogent care, morphin' in my seat

I playing with
The idea
Of summer flings, before I knew a chick called
Destiny came along in the scenic winters, caressing the winds
My handles, and grips along the moonlit oceans
Tempered with anticipation, and precipitated with great
Transparency, I hope we find the same rock bottom
Or pulsate across the isthmus, undulating avidly under the
Shadows, across the reigning tides
Shadows, across the behind of the boats
Beckoning, to call you, 'gain in on this shadow
And a hand full of sand, and a head full of doubts
Like intelligent people full of doubts, and stupid people unknowing
I feel we might be on the right path or hope for love
Breathless, about our loveless lives, hearts take us for lightweights
This is the love-life of a feather-weight, caressing the winds...

Cruising together
These are some of
The words that leave the score, too many crushes
Can't keep count
Cruising through
Self-taught, and ignorant
I may have looked past a good heart or two
A bright face, an apple bitten in two
A half palsy person, an amicable snail
We all sail to the same shore, at different paces
Crushed, by the same love and infatuation
Indefatigable, yes?

Let us crease
Into some fashionable risk, do not rescind
Delayed, ardent and mainly fear ourselves and become indistinct

How do you take your tea
Please, add some sugar
So I can take a sip of sugary blocks, and stroked locks

I am alarmed
At the ghost
Of your past, it asks me to do things
I just don't like

You're a builder
Here I am a stone
Add your bricks, to my destitute lady

The alcohol drains into
Terse good praises, about the palpitating heart
A tense vein that is used to this intonation

A sewing machine
Left with the beauty
Of the maiden seam mistress, not sure she should be my nurse

I leave my problems
At the doorstep
Far away from home

I'm not unmade
And unashamed at
The seams of my part, that have been sewn together

The lost dream
Is lost trouble
That drives us crazy

Making life better
Running from problems
Would make living a spoiled adventure
Running for race wars
Would make equality, a double-edged sword
Maybe, we should move forward, instead of stopping to fight
Confined by our desires, and blinded by our faith
Sordid about our affairs, short on time and breath, heavy on luck

Hello poetry
Make the cut
In a world lost in time

You could be crushed
Or create something groundbreaking
I stand by my word, I move the Earth

Deities could be written
For us,
Looking at stone cults that know themselves, and judge the intelligence
That might come with barren souls, are we wasting our creativity for noise
When music, is the thought that relaxes and it also counts.

If you stopped thinking
And started working
You could be the greatest thinker alive

The only place for your imagination
Meant for your
Two lips
Were the place
For the right core
Present,

On your hip,
On your eyes,
Your beholder,
To hold your yourself, in society's hands
Judge yourself in their books
Find yourself in their commands and limelight
Seeking what you find, within
The light of differences, and bright communication

Of the interfaces, that are your lips
They are meant to say the right words, and
See-through the vocal soul, and trade men for children
And berate women, to become caregivers and apparitions
We kiss to seek
Better ways to express
Our love, and premonition

I hope we have a world
Which lives without music
And raps in childish songs, and thinks in nursery rhymes
Sleeping without wars, just for amusement

I wake from this dream
I see butterflies appreciating the scheme of things
Going across the universe this is how we leave
Out with our solace, and the taste is bittersweet
When we left our home, for some other love
And life, and the haste of everyday people
Salamanders swimming hailing the giant houses
Effective waters, these will brim and crash with the shape
Of my dim light of survival, and the delight of shame and guilt
Sorrow, for the revived and convivial lives
Are you sure, we show enough for our actions
And disaster is what we show for our sins and inactivity?
Mistaking for being cautious, open with ourselves for the
The fire of the times, and the proclivity of the insane
And sanctimonious people looking at us in the good days, we die
Sane, we lively bunches will score the breadth of many oceans
Making our lives better with poorer dreams, relying on the same sins

Leave you on your stratum of streets, and sky of desires
Fiery and the made-up mind is lightening up with my thoughts
Taking my dreams, for granted, reality tells me it's a granted feed
Like sheeps grazing grass, and the cows upon the lonely dead hay
With this idea, I might believe that we die by our own vapid usage
Allowing our augmented reality to a reflection of our hard work, and that is a dedication
And passionate rage tells when we may lose our grip on our self
Eloping, we live in trash culture and die with the end of pollution and love alone
Lending and receiving, in the, walked streets and the modern places you gotta be with your currency
Just another elation dancing on the firefly storm, falling out of love with the bed
Leave it or we're coming for the alarms and the men, flower trees on this journey
I abhor the responsibility and abort the probabilities of getting ***** calls, verisimilitude
Pumping ourselves, with toxins and bold tall glasses
I'll talk you across the boat, and follow ya'.
Reprimanding, and vile women, that seem laudable in this nation
Seeing more than what you believe, holding us on the fingers
Seeking heat from a flame, and exploring your true colors
We all came the Phoenix's embers or reincarnation, and damnation

You're really well-known here
I always wanted to talk about you
But, the music speaks of silence, and asked me
To speak in silence, when the music
Hits ya', it repeats the journey, with the tune on my mind
Peddling power, and meddlesome, live with your brother
Sister, put your tracks and shoes together and run for school
If you can't get educated with the dominant social traits you need to climb the success ladder?
Can we play you across the door?
At exact similitude, we find the similarities of where we got and how we got there?
Fluid with our creativity and stopping for hiatuses, and breathing through our existence, tense about ideologies
Proposing better solutions, you may not be the smartest guy in the room
Definitely, not the dumbest if you're creative, since, you have a better set of skills to create things that stay, laterally
More, we play you, the higher we climb? Good devil.

Bringing up codes, and encrypting data, making theories of our own
Having anger issues, lifeless opportunist, fail every scheme
Are we on the timeless trace of being on the same page
Jimmy Page, are we talking about the influence of honest people?
Writing, and suspending and hiding behind the ambivalent
Feelings, and deafness, in Cohen's songwriting
It took to me sleeping on my sides, with my torn pages laying them
Believe in your individual soul, are we hidden in bounds of songs of hate and love
Looking into civilized citizenry, are we truly unbecoming
We reveal more than what we see, or can we look away
Amnestic, it looks like peace again, or noiseless?
He died with loveless purpose and the silence of crime and punishment, and that's where our observed sentence, ends needless to say?
The journeys seem like the conflict of the future, we are selflessly emancipated, amicable people of many educated toppers
We might look to go to better places, we might be miles off
Raising torrents, lovely rains, the journey ends in the blink

Writing lives, I draw myself to my unregistered war, looking to yield my progeny
Persons and prohibited people can be aggravated, can we friends meeting together at the justice or the jejune sense of adolescence
We could find resolution in our own caveats and deride, and rob ourself out of the potential for echoes of your thoughts
That can be called out as ideas of some other person's open book
Or you read him/her like an open book?
Wanted her to live or die with a graceless look?
Did you find your own identity or falling in love?
Didn't we do this before, behemoths broadcasting my edict and red concussions?
Doesn't this sound suspicious, and lucid and obvious, we were never really imperfect?
Do you handles and shoes come with the bags, or shoulder your erudition, by the educated mind that looks like
You can keep those cars, and think why the hell would I reserve myself to the life of a convict?

These are things which keep me awake in the abstract, apparitions of people form shadows and incline towards petals that bough beyond brevity and pretention
Sure, I was your courage soul, stuck in the wind, stuck on the road, the journey had become terse

I reading writing my words
Into thin air, feeding fuller thoughts
Thinking out in lurid murders
Amnesia might wipe out the people in them

Some love the boys
Some love the beach
Some love the sun
Some leave the sunshine behind
Some find it in moonshine brands and goblets

Whenever I read
On the road
This plays peacefully in the background

It's been more
Than 50 years of poetry
And you are dazzling followers

There's a water of color
And some of them
Whisper of death, lit by the firefly

Hope is a powerful concept
If you can protect it
You may have half the fight won

A bit of macabre, I had been to many forests
Little riddles and a couple of animals hurled themselves
Of kilograms, of sureties and my travels brought me back
Seamed at the lengths of cat whiskers, take my whiskey and match the lions' proud gaze
And **** my softness, and sing my dancing mind goodbye, a boy in the forest
The little riddles often, turn up as jostling for the first word in the birth of the Sphinx
Too bad the one who has the last word is the winner, a riddle has been put of for well-fed and well-bred streams
The good and evil, the small-breaths of life count out my spoken silent footprints
What do spoken word and streams have in common?
A source for the force of nature, and battlecry beyond the firewall
A mirror of reflected futures, adding a proxy to the person someone loves their bright mornings on a jungle
A little benediction and derelicts would bring us to a halcyon jungle at the foot of the hill
Caves in passing, we found footprints in the muddied streams (ravines)
To rest in the places beyond the few-men of Irish streams, that flow in the penitent ones, case of passing freedom
We looked for a violent altercation to occur before left the reconnaissance, but, we had the time out of the lakes that allowed us to tread on leaves
I hope the basket wasn't yours, but, the places of tracing out a caution, but maybe, reaching for the firepower on stars
Crazed by the words beyond our grasp, and praying to worlds, the dedication is all in our hands or in the hands of the forest boy

At this present date, here and now
Setting the predicate for the future and the past
Steeples, beyond silhouette, said the townsmen, that trampled
The stairs lit up with freedom, and poetry of the old times
The positivity lit at the end of the flame tells positivity is superlative
The panorama was on fire, the apparitions of faces lifeless by their beauty
Domineering in their face, and the color of the water was bluer than boughs of the mountains
I guess some men are giants, and some are succeeding to stay tall
And keep their heads help up high, maybe, praying as they leave for paradise
Loveless and ingrates find their place in heaven
Some are lost and faithless finding their place in paradise or somewhere in that vivid concept
Keeping the literature relevant, has become one of the reasons why we understand the depth of joy
Stories should be efficiently, and they could see a hint of fur
Heard in the faces of silent persons, they could see it mindful of the suspense
What's to say and what's coming
The common saying, we could perhaps smile, or look for better
Possibly, I am migrated from the lies behind
My shelled spectacles wearing the running on the wires, on my arms
Determination in these, grams of wrath winding in surreptitious
Some people think will can worthless incoherently they can claim their futures for their own and hopeless misery
Among the citizens and gun-holes, the action-seekers snickering
I want to be part of a smaller death in society, terrorizing my neighborhood
Silently, breaking the breadths of fences and pens, into the ****** sheets of spying intelligent and honest men
I hoped to leave this island
I would get engrossed in the similarities
Snow sets upon
Lamenting our souls
In the fire, or huddled up in the avalanche again

Don't fall for faces
Just Smile

Even now, after all this time
You sing to epistles, seduction, and kismat
Waking up in the mornings, brighter
The hips jostle, saying yes, fly me into the horizon  
What's sunrise, what's the night's desire?
Where is your sister?

Flocks of a bird came together
Singing across the city
Moving across the little specs of society

When will you break this winter
Could we be friends softly treaded the pavement
Avoiding being on speaking this cold with talk of summer
Zero summers?
Beloved, set so hard for life
Brimming on the breathless singing whims of wallowing whales
Drowning in the waves of clearer resonance
The sound is muddled, in the pool of screaming blackwater parks
Gems dissipated in the limestone
Shrouded by the faithless sorrow, reflected in the capricious courage, gilded

I am bringin' to your sudden curious
******* your thumb
On your lap curled up into chemical lingering
Bad smells, and turn out your American flag again
I abuse the perfume and  press the bended knees
Time crept into my space
Hide in my skin, it wouldn't **** lose you
Time is going a bit too far, far, far
Flying like imagination, I stay
Exploring like coyotes and birds, bubbles in my blood oxygenating my soul
Noisome, we made flowers out of our hair and cut wires out of well-cared tools
Escaped the fire of killing many, saying we escaped as one

I met you in a summer dream
I met you in a summer place
In tomorrow's face, taking your eyes
Took your eyes from my heart, taking my arm away
Still, I don't know what to do with your heart, so I set you free
Turning you into a century

Rushing with the piece
Resting with the ease, of the meals
Hunger of the daydreams, and elation
Rush of blood to the body
Rushing into ravines into the edifice
Friable spice and the ravines, protean about my description
Repetition of the surreptitious, debate preaching
Pecunious, fidelity and high on life lying on my own
Each to his, one for his own, stress about the abortive
Imitative, about love being his stressful, hurtful for her
Free, and then shielding myself about it, hurting her
With defenses, maybe, going to cry broken fears through the ticking time