Day and night
I'm struggling with my time
The struggle is real

The crowd was silent
And there was no preaching
There was only murmur and prayer

Time's a northern pole
Darker than washing away
Freeing rests my spirt
Shadows are falling
And gave you the whole day
You're lying with me around
In the circus of the follicle heartbeat on a drumskin full of steel
The miracle of birthing is dead by the aborted misery of poor deeds
I guess you died in my lively dreaming dead for the dreary
Dreaming for the living for the leaden existence that's weighed down by life
Take a note from me, I can count on your saving in the dose of their droll behavior, made me vicious in reality
The lichens that come from the soil
Make the milch animals by killing
It in the faithless slaughter
Of the frown
In the pig
Of the personal power
The pondering chimp
Spinning and madly sporting all across the sun
Canning the heat
The potion of the rickety cauterized man who wasn't all that bright
Is the aluminum that makes the sound, ringing alright
Of your ringing hall
Missing school, far from your polar desert of cold looks and miserable principle
Come, I've gone found a jangled up woman in your youth
The moral desert's mirage is the soul in his soulless eyes Disappearing disappearing
The voice of the smoke rings
Telling of thoughts flowing so eloquently
And the smoldering waves
Heat my watered feet
The ocean is deep
I want that swim
Have for a long time
And I want to swim across with or without you?

No answer
I switched that switch off
Take it back
It was years ago, and we were free

You could swipe
Yourself through
The card that I keep in a pocket full of things
That I don't even know
The bebop stays with you in this innocence
The innocent time that you took the tuk to search through a bag full of flowers
Had to fall into my lap
And the vain veritable truth is that thing is the result of this cosmic flow
Can be fixed just by vulpine dawn
And the place you want to be in other than in this ****** planet
Can be fixed by those red eyes
Looking at the sun at the end of the road
On the road, this place makes your own situated feeling in your soul
And you're crying when you see the light
The redness of your eyes can be seen in the warmth of the sunlight
Personally, we are inclined to take advantage of this comfortable place
That makes us feel warm inside our probable circumstances of trouble
That's when you take in the sunset, and really realize you're at the end of the road
And you're in a place beyond the problems of your very maddening poverty of the soul
This is when you think of a better time, and nobody robs these emollient feelings
In a faraway planet, you may have these happier times though
And you're destined to see it till the end, right?

The mundane nature
Of something
That can be maintained
By the force of nature, and the pressing matters
All fall into some kind of unconscious wiser self
That, your own nature
It isn't tabooed by your ideology
By simple tautology, you can make the logical connections
Some kind of fluid motion in the large but infinite place
There's your hope in your own self
It's your indecision
That makes the entropy of the universe
The chaos that presently brings
Tomorrow is your own perception of this hope
Maybe, if you can take your time
If you tried
You could probably think that this void
Is filled by that point of view, and it gives you acknowledgement

Nothing does but, wildlife is
All around us,  the fire is through
The lyrical forests are burned in exhaustion

The nicest memories
You have are often subject to the
Worst experiences that require bringing about that transcendental belief
If you are stuck with your possessions, for example
So what, love is like it is
It is turbulent and the objects are closer than they appear
If your love seems far away, be silent when you have to prove it

A metal brother
And a Fullmetal brother figuring out who is the rock
Found a cursed philosopher's stone exploiting their weakness
When they looked at the research
The search ended at the penchant for humanness
Riddles are made by geniuses cryptic enough to code them for the curious collector

Swapping doves of their feet
And the white wings of the heat
Cannot be seen in the sunshine of a phoenix's sun

The inferno faltered at the canopy
Of the trees
Seemingly on wings of fire
And the sunlight danced
Just forget it
The trees don't fall with talk of fruit virginity
Push and shove that snake down your throat
And the things and objects and the proud professor
Puckered up and said, how would like to **** your own teacher
Sir, my lord is no preacher
Son, there's no telling who you'll be naming
In this crept, decrepit detention that was held by a forbidden book perfect for modern times and fame
All might say, a son of a preacher man is tame
But, this was just an ember waiting to die out
Losing its oxygen needed for propulsion in academic excellence
The detention was a must
A Freudian complex as a result of veritable desires
I must say, I'm not sure that ******* younger tool that kept me waiting forever
I wonder where is the fiery innocence that gets in on the drama
The places and the traces of which show some youthful respite
All fall into despair and faux pas moments with some strangers
Of the night, and that is why I prefer keeping the darker side to myself
For people who can embrace it
Preface that with the factotum who keeps watching you, in and out of the detention center.

The first occurrence of warm diplomacy
Of a presidentially concurrent ceremony of icy handshakes
Was the inauguration of Robert Frost's poetic recitation of a lukewarm reception, but, boisterous rationale
Among the black people, were some on the sidelines
And some white people were freed at last
By threat of a less-traversed path that brought them ostensible freedom
The positive outlook of a friendly face in the midst of this diverging wood
Made the travel worth the entry in my journal
So, did Robert Frost put fire to my soul
The medley of this luck is simply the fire to my icy rubber soles
That tread upon palliating poor relations and the force of nature wasn't inconsequential

The uninhibited circumstance
That quiets down your doubts
Can help you change your mind which is in an exhibit
Are you just dreaming for a future
Or a better future for yourself
Either, the individual's conscious decisions are
Reciprocated by that individual's desires
It's just some sunflower swagger
What the hell is sutra, if you can't position yourself in front of the Sun?
Existence unencumbered
Predilection is a precursor for a steadfast stride
The yellow windowpane of that house
Is just a crud-crusted window that blocks the rearview
Well, I realized what is sutra, and the trust you have in your mellifluousness
Life isn't all musical, but, there is some music to those seeking hope
In fact, they kind of hear voices
Which are kind of blue?
I wonder if the melancholy jazz is enough to soothe your supplementary soul, the acerbic and subversive

You contain these facts, in these ledgers meant for numbers
Meatier in someone else's  hands
Thence, you look for statistics in winning
But, never granted tha winning for sheer hucksters
Maybe, in some time apart
From all the door to door selling
The markets are burgeoned with the retention of your customer's interest
Too bad, it's rather noisy in this strata of sensory deprivation
Lost in the crowd, is just an excuse for unable to talk about the things that matter to the person next door
So you won't get the best price in this marketplace reality, really?

Slapped and rapped on the table
The wrappers of the toffees
Looked like gifts next to the rich tea party

To see us in time
And space
There is some kindness in the stars
I just count my blessings

I see no amusement
In having your pride
You changed my way of life

The moles in the compound
Correspond to the number of
Particles, that counts as composition
The voles come out of the center
Digging tunnels for their escape
Particulars, that counts as composition
Of a couple of tied tenebrous lackeys in prison

The swarming bullet ant
Learned the subtle of not giving a ****
But, they sting like bees, and can't fly
Like freaking grammar nazis

The love with which I brought you up
Was held in the book of frozen thoughts
Like a cryogenically stored impasse of repressed emotions
Where's the sexuality in this tensed state of mind?
In which we attribute, the city lights to the life of the bright enlightened plight
Maybe, our plea is just reimbursement waiting to repaid by our future generations
Wondering how it got so rough, and yet so droll
The candid nature of *** is psychology
In this surmise, I rest my repleting father figure
Complexes are how we move onto our next offspring
Where there is recessiveness, there is dormancy

The learned raced through the crowd
Apparently, with no knowledge of their whereabouts
"Eureka", they shouted with naked conviction

The simple surface of the billowing smoke
Makes my thoughts seem cloudy
But, deep down I'm very clear on my inhibitions

Re-turned and no way
To return to the home
Another day
Of desolate rowing
In someplace, I like to call my own

We are reassured by finding a soul
That will understand us
In our innate silence
That's God taking us for a fool
When, you can't speak
You're either stillborn
Or you should speak when spoken to
Although, medically pronounced dead
We are untouchable according to our bodies
So, where's our soul?
In the land of science, where a simple miracle has been given a convenient definition
Without observation, do these church-goers take us fools
Without dedication, this systemic religion has got us by the mass hysteria of reality
Religion is probably levity
If you haven't given up enough for talent
If you have given up enough for more opportunities
Then, you may have all your pies lying on the diamond sky
Counting stars, and pre-existent factors have a couple of things in common
They are uncountable like the riches of the deified land
You're born on this earth, to die for your country
But, that is just a mammon of emotional appeal
Wrought pathos and alacrity

Poetry is a simple litany
It just requires a couple of words
That need ample explanation through literary verse
Why you need a stone to bring back the dead
And a rock to keep you steady
When your death is written in a cleaner slate

The truth set in stone
Unhinged souls
Of a metal brother, often subject to sacrifice
I guess you believe in fate
But, some scientists in us look for the way of the physical world
Balancing on logical statements

****** madness
Engendering doubt
Mellifluously kept me within these walls of belief
Too bad, religion was old
And the girl was young
The memory was transience

Among bowing people
Some have their heads down
In the silent transience
Of tunneled sound
From the listeners, the caprice comes out
From Hakagawa bows to cognizant thinking
There's more to life than what meets the eye
There's more to life that's buried under the soil
Free from eternal toil
The ghost is a part of planetary motion
Some of our ancestors' were peckish for the universally jejune
Apparently, they went so far as to leave civilization to understand their place on earth
The human race is like a band running out of inspiration

The errors of your ways
Are well improved
When you work on it
We love our friends
Make them realize
Then, work some more

The hen laid out the egg
The egg laid out the law
For the structure of atonement

Unwrapped box of food
Lay on the stable
Laid out carpet for your writing

The fallen circumstances
Chuisang was just a word
That I found out of circumspect learning
Of the Chinese language
Then, I called it love

There is no heart
You just
Transcend your beliefs

Lights out at 7:09
At the right time
I come to you in many rhymes
Depends on how you look at your wine
As it's aged into
Skip into morning 7:09
The repose of yesterday's intoxication
Is in the form of a knife
And within those 12 hours, my doors were latched tight
My covers weren't warm, they were alright
The shoved cloth, that arrested the hands that were already tied
I died of medical causes, or maybe, I became blind
I'm haunted by the very thing that helps me sleep at night

The light will still be with you
When you read into the rustling reeds
The darkness of the ocean will drown out the reflection
There are plenty of fish in the sea

The ember of time
Lights like a fire
In the embracing of a concept
That took a nightcap
And the candid, are really sure of the phone call
That lit up the thirst for knowledge
Of redundant problems that require further realization
It's feeling, no modus operandi, no feeling of veritable nature
In this compromising mother of nature
Since the wide eyes fallaciously wake
And the indolent breezes that wash over me like sirens
The loudness of the morning sun wakes me up
Like the smiling Sun prays for the unnurtured
From the dark, you can see the light
If you dig further into your force of nature

Feeling the pieces
Ferrying the mandate
Across the races
In the splintered waters
Of the glacier-like iceberg
We just hit the tip of the frozen brook
And we screen so low
To reach new heights of ruin
The antecedent of this being, inherent good

Wishes based on race
By the segregation that divides
Is like a half-life, that cuts like a fish in the sea
Pieces of man, cut into flesh and bone
The sins for which the white man has to atone for
Is in the brown-eyed soul of a disillusioned handsome man
Biased on blues, radiating the whites of their eyes
The skin so pale
The flagging it with any banner
Would make a political motto
Seem like a motto for gender fluidity
If you believe in yourself
Be a part of what you are, instead of being sexually minute
Your own stronghold on words is bullish rhetoric
And when we almost died inside
We marked our territory by identification of face
Our existence simply a consequence of racial profiling
What matters is that we bleed our own music?
That's called freedom of thought in this century of post-modernism

The westlands symphonic
With torrid arguments that wasted away
That felt different indeed

The pact kept me
In the de facto love
In the de jure soul
In an inured state of penury

Take me to this river
Of dreams
In which I seem to love diving into without knowledge
Without the depth
And the age of the river
It isn't worth swimming
Take me to this river
The sixteen hours that pass by in the day
Seem like the nights are longer
In this moment in time
If the thighs linger on the shores of a dock of the bay
The carefree youth of air touching your face
The hair leaving your slandered mind
Scalded by the hot water
By, the very river that keeps you in my mind
Keeping a couple of purgatory's memories
Sitting on a portal full of doubt
The love is in this water body
The meandering brook perspicuously describes my life
Away from the clear waters
Take me away from the river
The reflection is palpable
The satin is reflected in the breathable satin dress

Stones and starstruck bones
Faltered by the winding clock
And the single thing I remember
My love for the untouched pages
Couple of snowflakes
Walk in a crowd
It's impossible to find the odd one out

This I know about transience
It is the abiding
Of the unsurpassed law of self-improvement

The human nature doesn't deceive
In some emotions
I found your instinct match my life
It was the smell of the battlecry
In a town of full agrarian economists
Who realized the buckwheat was the staple
Of this life of lateral paradigms
Being single, it feels like I'm a single market economy
Constraints in my ****** positions
Might be uneconomical for our desire for leisure
We sit and stare
Not knowing what Renaissance statues atop of Vatican structures hold
From the boughs of humanity and sounds of silence
Rising from the troughs of the highs and lows
Comes a sepulchral cry
Of a passion that might die

Tiger burning bright
In the forests of the night
The years of immortality
Didn't help our mentality
But, we looked for hunger in the unforgiving
Like jungles, we were populated by the very things we could bite
As we unleash wilderness on each other
We follow the other end of the circle of life

The ****** footprints
Of the myopic
Make for the best clues of your vivacious poetry

The silence resounds in the constant
Typing of meaning
In my meaningless existence
Apparently, madness is all I have
And sobriety is some path to reference
And that righteous thinking, and the working-class men
I represented by the exchange of roles
And the existence doesn't look the same
When you're tired
Apparently, we were both tired of the problems
That one of us underwent a sad demise
In the case of your rumination, I make some compromise

The silence resounds in the constant
Typing of your name
In my heart, that is shaped into a typewriter

You explained empathy
In the thoughts of literature
Or sympathy, though I don't need it
I'm ******* getting carried away
So, you can carry that weight?

The freeloading leader
Kept his ticket
For the ferry of freedom