The talk of love
The "Caution" sign
On wet floor
Ended my cares
As I was swept
Off my feet
Turned them into desires

I run my fingers
Down her hair
Get entangled by the color
Of blushing skin

Golden hair like the sun
Crimson blush
Likened by the sun rising
Darker than the nights I had
My morning glory

The bubble gum
That pops
Covers your pop art
Or the Cherry Pop
To my misconstrued virginity

The trains pass
Me By
Faster when stuck in Reverse
Relativity I Guess
The car's seem slower
When I look at the Moon
And its craters
Thinking about the creator
My prayer is heeded
At first
Glance

The poetic trees
Keep
The scenery in motion
Of plays in pretty places
The photograph of
her
Kept stuck in position
Possession of her and me
In one theatre
Kept in the movie's motion

The whales
Flow under
The underbelly
Just caring for the
Sun and their
Air of peace

The aquatic animals
Enrapture
A whole crowd in
Captions
On Facebook
Captured and Construed
By friends and family

My eyes
Lay on the prize
Of others
My face is priceless
When I do that
My jealousy
A fire that extinguishes
The water of the
Half full glass
Half empty inside
I live to judge people
In the promise
Of living with better people
I am in the halls, banquet people!

Cezanne and Paul
Gauguin Lay in the same
Realm As Art's Avalanche

The alligator
And I don't cross
The river together
But we lie in the same
Rolling stone
Gathering no moss

I walk through lakes
I might be the water
On the reeds underneath
I may be the underbelly
Of a blue whale
And an aquatic animal
Alike

These are the words keep me alive
Life keeps me in stirring poverty that cripples
Like a ballerina twisting and turning on her toes
Toes hurting by all the dancing and walking
Walking didn’t feel any slower
Waking up didn’t feel any different
Turning didn't make me feel prettier

The waves
Of the water
Fall
Upon the shore
Like
Mind
And Body
Soul
The basic breadth
Of a leniency of
That hides behind the lens
Of a core
Of this mapped out universe
Come out like
White lunar lines
At night
The Moon needs
a kiss of transparency
Diaphanous Dip
In the ocean depths

Fascism has color
Red as death
Read by breath
In the end
A snake is
a snake
Amidst the blood shed
Appears
A warrior of battle
Used to vehemence
Amidst the rains
Appears
A warrior of grains
Used to benevolence

My life had two
Roads
One for the left
And the other for your
Left
Each path felt right
Somehow

Is time
That kept you
From living
Still time?

There's no need
For fighting
When you're broke
Breaking down
Seems better when the
Punches
Help you roll
With the
Many mundane
Crutches
That life
Puts you through
With a satchel
On your back
That's now an
Evolved briefcase
Of faithless leather

The fear of waking up
The end
Of staying in my bed
My nap time extended
Of the blanket and quilt
Mulling over my tea cup
Coffee should have been in this instead
When you were
Later than the Sun
Earlier than the day
In the winters
Much more aptly
Than Tetley's
Peach lemon tea

The dark blue sky
Cerise star of yellow fire

Wild and free
Wondering through
The pressed fields
Of trees
That should have been there
To hold guerrilla hats
Yesterday
Left with the search
For innocence
Intermittently
Overcome
With mature loving
And empathy
Too

The purple sweater
Caressing her
Ribs and caged heart

Feet
On the blue waters
Of shared bleak winters
Redness
Of cheeks
All of the colors
Of the wind
Stopped by the
Purple turtleneck
Sweater

The black lights
Of the night
In cream colored
Of black white
Monochrome
Of a lost life
The streetlights
Seem more morose
Than the lamps
Accompanying the front
Of cars and bikes
In the opposite lane
Keeping their lights
In the high line
The lowlands
remind me of the
The lopsided
looks
Of the passer-bys
Coming
To look at us
Lonely souls

When walking
With worn out
People
From constructed
Cities
Remember
To keep two steps
Behind
You
For the dreams
That got left behind

She made life
Out of loving
Lips touched with ease
Hot and beautiful
Her sultriness
Add their
Minds
Tilted
Towards each other
Like Heads
Bobbing
Over
Cold Water
Keeping each
Other worldly and warm

The dulcet tones
Of hearing
A friendly
Voice
In my difficult
Hours

The Sun keeps
The Moon from
Hiding in the dark

Is like
Keeping
Goodness
In Being Earnest

Black for
The night
Black by the night
Black all through the night
The white light
Of white lines
Chalked out
On a reticent river
The teaching of owls
The flying times
Pass me by
Aging passes me by
If I were an owl
Or a bat
The dark would
Shine in my eyes
The night would
Chime
With my reverberating
Sound and screams
The day keep me
Asleep in the light

The time
Talk of dimes
And equity
In mines
The leaps
Of vines
That flip through
My mind
Abseiling
Through
Warning
Signs
I need to forget
Her presents
In my presence of mind

I keep my
Clothes
Where wear
And tear
Can't
Get to them
The pair of
Shirts
Remind Me
Of her
Morning
And the Night
Without compare
A pair of sunglasses
Each tinted end on end
Shirts go great
With women's shoes

I walked through
Places
That were unexplored
But the home
Oft'
Explored
Is a tome
Of Maps
Loading the ships
With crates
Of Journey

She keeps him
In the reflections
OF meandering
Waves
Prelude to her blue
Hair
Blackened
By age
He reminds
Her of herself
Prurient tones
Of the warmest
color blue

The desert
Reminds me
Of the thirst
That lies
Replenished
Behind
A
Mirage
Either
I die
Parched
I make peace
Quarrel
Caught in Moses' storms
Of memories
The waters
Of nervousness
The hell breaks loose
When I find you
At the end of the pool
The light
Reflects
On the law
Of Survival
The oasis
And the sun
Come as
One
When you
cross the sandy dunes
Looking as old
As duels
Of Westerns

Fire that's the
The valley
Of many
years
Still a vacancy
For mornings
Signifying the courage
Of braving the cold
Sages
Sit behind
It
For pages
Making mirages
Escaping Souls,
From the gaping
Hole
Of the spiritual note
Come together
Like you and me
Believing inwardly
About our goals
I realized
My feet
Can't be on
Two lands
I can't belong to
Two countries
Oft' valleys
May merge
But one
Mountain will
Always have it's peak
Don't you think

A tusk in a basket
Of rice and fruit
Of a stable truth
Saving
The sunshine
Keeps my
Eye
Out of alligator shoes
The toes
Withering within
The boots
Like teeth
Falling from your
Skin
The
Necklace
Of African canines
The tusk carries
Luck for your life
And curses for your tribe

Master Of
Baroque
Penniless
Architecture
The stones of walls
Compliment the gems
Of darling
Buds
That looks like curves
Of orchestrated opaque
Translucent Textures
Marble is beautiful
Even in it's
Clearness
But the
Human
Loves
Marbles mildly
Wet amidst cells of
Cream colored columns

Build the stars
The stars seem to fall
From the mirth of the
On The end of the horizon
That kept my tendons
On the upkeep
With my musculature
Of my back
The years on end

The craters
Of moons
Hope
There is a hole
For me to look
On the other side
Of the sun
The place
Among
The stars
The blue
Place
Among yellow
And orange
The myriad of colours
The colours
Kepler's law
Seems to follow
The randomness
The blue fire
Keeps the stars
And light years
In the colorful distance
Of green of purple
Haze of tempests
Of gases and clouds
Nebulous Nebulae

The stares of my
Right hand men
Bring me to the misnomers
That they would leave me
For leftist visions
Left for all the right reasons
My friends never abandoned
Me
They just may have joined
My enemies
Whose names I'll never forget

The beautiful dream
Broke my ideas
Of leaving grace
Graceless
As the god
I followed
He had the same name
I was just a boy
He was my idea
Of adolescent fame
We lay by the grass
Grass
Was the peace for me
Waters
Was the reflection for me
The trees brought me
A peaceful reflection
Lying with the gayest
Kisses under the sycamore trees

Somewhere where there is a place
For both to meet
One might not be
Unforeseeable

The eclipse
On the rise
The eclipse
Of the
Crimson tide

The half burning light
Keeps the tepid
waters
Of June
The green light
Can't be seen
Felt only by the blind
Who need not see
Envisioned by destiny
And the other can hinder
the elation
Of reaching his loved one
Loveless light
Of the blind and thirsty

"I found her"
He says

"I found him"
She confabulates
With someone else about the presence
Of destiny
And how I found you
In my delight
And the other can hinder
the elation
This is a letter of superstition

Face to Eyes, Lips kept me on every
Pursuit of her words
That's how I follow the two
They kissed blind to the heat
And tea lay besotted with biscuits
They could touch and feel
And the nights and days
Seemed the same

The time was same everywhere
For those two

I guess identical time
Is when you work to get up
To a sun's eclipse

Faceless Tea
No reflection in glass full or half empty

Simply said
These times
A Reaper revels
Inadvertently
Inured
By his responsibilities
Hating the soul
Keeping the ghouls
Wandering
The conditions of past life
Kept my love
Out of sight
But in my mind
There is the over head
Bird
That I called the soul
The soul sore by the war
Harbinger
Of War
Perched

Keep the money
Of my soul
A Tamashi Currency

points keep me
In the lines
Of fire
Debate and
War
Altogether

The guide
Kept me in the tracks
Of my dreams
Then I realized nightmares
Bring guides
Dreamier than
A sleeping terror
Bombs bolting
Around an
Avidly
Scary ghost story
Called life
I hid from the canonical
Influence
Of sin
Sin is dark and
A sip of the red wine
Jesus's bloodless life
Darker than rituals
Brighter than the
Faithfully ignorant
A funambulist falls
Whilst
Keeping destiny in check
Vision
Is the
Sold out
Inventory of the
Old
And new

Years go by
By the fears
The tears
Stream
Down
The cheeks
Dried by the shears
Of the wool
Placed
Over men's eyes
Blind
To Women
I find
My demeanor
Like the creator
Of all this beauty
The painter
Sits in my manor
These are the tenebrous
Feelings
Of being pecunious
Arduously
Surreal

Years go by
She lives under
The starry skies
The cloudless nights
Chiming with the hives
The bees and the honey
Tired of the honey
Stick to each other

Neighbourly time flies

Pass by afraid of the Hive
The queen bees
Stick to their workers
Looking to them taunting
Them to pledge
Their soul to
Construction
And contiguous noise

Pressed against the wall
The Queen
Rides the comb and
The hexagon
Keeps the Beauty
Of shapes and shades
Of the iridescent
Inured By the work
The Overworked
Kills
The
Hexagonal Ruler
Protecting
His fellow bees
And retracting
From socialist fray
He and she run
With the trade
Used run for the trade

Now brilliant silence
And only
Silence of the beasts

In a dark forest
Ending the synergy
There is only frenetic
Reverence of the fastidious fleas

Reference to The Title

The war kept
Me in the ways
Of the world
The World
Kept me away
From my own
Memories
In the end
I was home
For the
Look
On my wife's unkempt face
In the 100 yard
Stare
Kept me shocked
Enough
Not ****
My cheating
Who I had learned
To love from a distance.

The years
Passed by
Kept me in
The waking
Of the followers
That seemed
Like personal
Gifts
But it was
Just a talent
To keep friends
Within the war-torn
Land

The times
I told
You
How I wanted to
Leave my home
For the better
Surroundings of the
Sound of
African horns
And drums
Harmony
Came with
The envisioning
Skins
Darkened
Under the sun
Played by the different
Men invisible
By the sun
War belonged to the Londoneers
Racism shone in their stones

She tells me
About the tedious
Times I had
With you
You and your
Fumbling fails
My child
Never got up
From her sleep
Help never came to her
Because
You never there
Honey
You arrived
A little late
That hope
Was a place
For the people who understood
And a heaven for
Those ignorant of
Warring souls

Equity
Of living
Nuances of the dimming
Souls
I live
I side
With the miniature
Devil
Keeps me
From feeling small
But the God
Inside
Me keeps my
Heart larger
Than my
****** struggles

In my life
Trenchant
Tests and timbre
Keeps me in harmony
With life's haste
Apps of my phone
Smarter than
Me in keeping
with
My heartbeat