Love is a rhyme of its own
But, I want you to write the next line

If you could see
How well I remember you
I would stop writing lyrically

You left without telling me
About the flamingos, you were with
So, now I have to put my foot down

The winds of change
Come to travelers, dangerously defiant of denial
Although, denial comes with age

Alone again
I can't seem better
But, you won't try in vain
Alone again
Time runs quicker
But, I won't try anyway
Alone again
Have you any money
Right now?
Have you got any soul
To cash on me?

Have you very little penny
Coming off the mud
Don't know how it got its head between its tails, it's stuck
Though, like a little beggar
I am slightly afraid, I'll change
These clothes won't fit me no more
The blackness of virtue
The chain of toil and games
Came down on his two shoes
And kept his good faith
His barrister told him
That the judge was quite rude
The talk of lonely poets, I'm afraid that isn't abuse
My faith and my salvation is on my muddied shoes
At least, I will have knowledge of idol worship
But, I will clean some stranger's boots
Cleaner than my blood

The more I sleep
The more I write
Apparently, the feeling still lingers
Though, I tried so hard not to suffer
The indignation of changing war
Have you got a taste of the announcements
I guess you just heard ringing through the hall
Though, I tried not to show it
It takes my mind off all of it, to denounce things
Though, I tried not to show it
It takes my lines off another poet
Although, I might claiming all these apologies
If your answer wasn't the real deal
Throws and hurdles are the same this year
Cannonballs are flying across the seas
But, my flight is on another charted journey
In this readied prize, I find my reason rhyming with yours
That's why I write lyrics
When I should be writing songs
When you read me
You probably, remember me by your favorite song

Don't think twice
It's fine, and I'm alright
Sometimes, it's not so rough
To respond, and it's okay if you're in for a night
That I could live without for a while
It's much too strong, too see it through
Life has come to a new beginning
The stuff I'm made of and plastered on
Like a fool
It's like little locket of love
Locking me out of my own memories
You were once mine
And now know, the key to your heart
Is gone, for no one to respond
The lover's charm can open the door, once more
But, I guess it just takes your kiss, to pick up the phone

Can you pack up your suitcases
Full of possessions
And weigh in on the road of life
Can you remove inhibitions
And provoke people
By telling them changing beliefs is right
Can you evoke someone's innocence
Make them imagine
The struggle of right and wrong
Maybe, when we are children
The battered suitcases and torn clothes
Are a sign of the changing times?

Date night, pretending to hate you
Resultant relaxation brings that, innocent look
A twinkle in your eye, uncountable like the planets
The windows to your soul, soulful like the clear water
That fills our glasses, unconditionally like the love you hold
Risking it all on our feelings, that's my devotion to commitment
A song that lasts
Stays with me in my heart
Like a bird that chirps hello
It never says goodbye
Because goodbye is far too sad and sudden
A sincere thought towards your life
Is like a caged bird that sings
I keep forgetting these memories, to forgive you for your mistakes
The fire of heartache
Is like a burning desire
A song that lasts
Stays with me all the time
Stays with me in my heart
Like a bird that chirps hello
It never says goodbye
Because goodbye is flying away to a land of wetness and dried out rivers
Like tears in the rain

Cat
You'll be a lion soon
Dog
You'll meet a man
Girl
You'll keep those nine lives with you
Boy
You'll feel whole again

The warmest feelings
Come from people
Who have felt the fire deeply
Or those who have been burnt badly
By being in love truly and madly

The water is finishing
Fear and the time's wasting
And I'm awake on a lake road crossing

Loves lies in destruction
When we make love
We create love once more

Why do you think you're funny
When you're being stupid
And childishness is genius and so is a recovery of will

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