Bleeding God's light
Crucified during dark times
Bloodless red wine

I am Jesus
One with the world
Seeking kindness in every soul

Bread for the old
I bled for the blind faith
Three nails for Jesus of Nazareth

Follow me near
The Sun
Down the valley
Where sheep roam free

I am God's son, arose

If life's in motion
It'd be swinging
With my shifting devotion

I'd love to be on
A merry-go-round
Coming back full circle

The merry go-round and swings
All bring gentle minds to the same song

When I’m in a crowd
I’m allowed to bring beer
Along with me

Beer makes food
Taste better
But I love beer anyway

Ideas are bulletproof
But prayers
Only promise God's shelter

Men are afraid of the light
When children
Are in fear of darkness

I may have brought some answers
But I haven't brought thoughts
That have the most authentic perspective

That's why for ideals for fruition
Take name
From a tree of appellation

I believe in
A tea
Party
For those
Who can't afford
The concept of having
Tea

Politics for the
Enriched soul
Enter the dragon
Through this water bowl
Stating your shapeless purpose
Without a hindrance to the surface

But change comes with disturbance
My friend
Be water
Be like water in a cup, for instance

If you look at me
With those loving
Eyes, look away please

The saddest of emotions
Are in memory
Of happier days
Compressed in minutes of bursting
Into tears

When I look forward
Looking back
Didn't seem like an option
For the present

The present
Is meant for
Preparing pheasant
For dinner for the innocent

The days go by
When I do not stop
A single second to think about
The last time we met
In July

So that once we
Reverse
Time
Time is on our side

The ones whose opportunities
Are waived
The train of thought
Keeps them well cared
For as they fight for a way

Anyone can save the day
And all shall rise at the night
On the other side of the world

I know what love is
When darling buds bloom
With heaving breaths

Coffee is bittersweet
When you ignore the cubes
Meant for sugary sips for the weak

To tell one of the birds
Leaving nests
And leaving hints
For the rise of the opposite ***

The **** anchor kept me
Near the coffee machine
Long enough for me to ask her out
Inchoate yet Agreeable

You kept me out
Of the scenery
Of living
with strangers
Since I was a stranger to myself
In the garden of bougainvilleas
And Begonias
Which shouldn't have been
Together
But, my lover
You kept them at peace
With each other
Like touching the mimosa
Never felt safer

The lives
Of strong ladies
Bring out the dream
Lady from my darkest
Desires
And give her
Shape in the
Size of the infinitum of this
Universe

The more I tumble
The closer
I am to end of my
Road of rubble

The more I climb
The further
I am from the time
I used to climb
Trees in my childhood

In the end
The rabble rousing
Just takes me to places I just dream of

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