Walks of species
Come at one point
Following the different crossroads
Following Darwinian Psychology
I guess the turtles might reach
At the same time
As the hares
In reality

Around people
For eternity
All wisdom surrounds me
But the experience escapes me
Quite surreal

Flown through
Turbulence
Of glass-blown skies

Broken down
In the dumps
Still hovering
The humps
Of living
Chameleons
Stuck in the desert
Coexisting
With Camels
And Cactii
I know I'm living
By the Sun's time
No watch or compass
Although
The hourglass
Full of sand
Makes me pass

In fossilized forests
Of evergreen
Streams flow
Steely
Because snow hides
The furred canine species
Away from the caribou
Quite easily
They being herbaceous and sought after
With the eyes of the wolves
On them
Approach the gelid waters
Situated perniciously
Close to death
Somehow
From somewhere
A hermit agile, enters
To save a nearby fragile fawn
Alerted by the vulpine dawn
From predators across the same shore
Ensnared by the bloodied river
He is a caregiver
Once more
The hunter in him
Long gone

Fire's out
In the tree covers
No goods stolen
Only shade under trees
Still financed easily
And paper's weary
Burned out
Searching for ice caps
Head is in a thunderous dream
And blankets it's sleep in the blinding breeze
Even the paintings
With colluding creativity
When polity finds it's gravity
Like mockingbirds in the trees

Born under the stars
But the stars are not quite far away
'Cause time takes the scars away

Avidly adventurous
Misses her old self
When compassionate
Among strangers

Light's left the darkness
Leaving only brightness
Like a candle in the wind

Lighting up like fires
torn by the ash
Born out of the amalgamation of
ash and dust
Cast out
Someone special
Discovered out of the seemly sash
Sprinkled illusory imagination
Found in the libraries
Thereafter
In memoriam of the past

Darkness
Comes across
Ages celebrating light
Sages in White
Tricked into
Sharing the magic

Cushier near
The pillion
In tatterdemalion
Uncomfortable
By the hitchhiking
hire
Laying fire to
The streets of admirers
Carrying a man in need
Expecting to be in a radio station
Before next week
It's gonna make really weak contention

White as snow
Gotta say you look a little
Fair even for War
Blitzkrieg offence rushed
like the reflection
Of your childhood in an iceman
Killed in seconds
By the hidden bombs
Semaphoring stopping projectile snowballs
Well your snowman
Got the twigs right
There's a fire burning
In the forest
Crying for your presence
But you'll never become
Because you've sold those quaint feelings
For a life of killing
I suppose the blood in the snow
Looks bloodier than the wine
Celebrating your victorious
Feeling stentorious yet
'Cause your iceman
Was never loved by me
Your fellow blue-eyed brother
But the look in your eyes
Gave away the lies
Of your innocent price
For the worst winter
Fair-Weather Friend

Climaxing but polluted
Head in the clouds
Look at me
Clouds closer
to grace
in the eye of the beholder
Their's beauty
Bolder than the blackness
Is the polarity
Of you trying to do
More for reality
Society slowly
Breathing
Breathing slowly the truth
Of Damaging Industry
Climactic change
has caught our towns
By burning papers
And cut trees
Seem to age well
Understood
They cannot bleed
The tree covers the canopy
Of the Sun bleeding through the tree

You despise your children?
You follow your breed?
Or greed?
Or just follow the route meant
For the pavements where sleepy souls
Crave for dreams
With impoverished aspirations
Need comes awake
When the sun brings the change
in a small can of tuna
Fished out of the sea
Now out of God's street
Foiled up the coin
In toil
Filled up currently
Maybe more half empty than half full
Placed inbetween
A elementary economy
With a freedom-fighter's face
Named Mahatma Gandhi

Mother you followed
Me through strife
Now I'm closed out to myself
Like closed doors
Of an open place
Just there for greetings
My life found meaning
Living up to your ideals
Talking all time
Later I'd understand the wheels
That took me through the fields
Of gold
That were just dead
Understanding that auric was the color
Color became an ideal
Tying me to my unkempt hair
Filled with ideas
Places I went to never came back with you
Flowing through you
Now understanding you
Seems like the beginning
Of birth to me
The Bible doesn't mean much to my
Mind
Even on a comfortable Sunday
Doubtful of my life
Debts caught me inept
Until others crept
Mother you kept them out
Strings of paper
Offered in your memory
Maybe you can't remember me
I found your memory
In just the remnant of me

Sitting by the lake
Life as imaginary
As silhoutte in the lake
Mistaken for this weird guy
Called God
Seems like he's got his reflection in the sky
Sitting on the harbor
Unreal that
Boats have found their anchors
And their destinations
Surreal too
Encouraging expels truancy
But swaying with the dreams
Life turns to a warm nuance
Bringing up the destroyed
To be achievers
Life's is a volcano
If you can handle the molten lava
Under the incandescence of volcanic rocks
Find litany spoken by the ashen face
Drowned in the loch
You'll be safe inside

Turns to the worst kind
In kindness
That's what he finds
Seems like empathy
Has a friend
In a lonely trend
Tried
But got caught up
The end

My turn to shine
I dim the mind
Through progressive time

When does the south
Co-exist
With the north
When they poles apart
First
I found my life
In a sphere
that seems
Like gravity
Took me by the gears
Of tyranny

Destruction
Kept me alive
In Jesus' resurrection
After Friday

Twisting in anxiety
Nobody had told
me their
Secrets
In the plane
I guess they lacked piety
As they hijacked society
In light of their deeds and deities

You seem like poetry
I can call you nice things
And whisper for more
Whisk the rhyme
The lines
Explain the meaning
Of the score
Of the musicality

Anger's driving me mad
And girl's driving me mad
I guess my girl is fire
Anger is my ire

Hazier in daylight
Getting sunshine
By the second
Daydreaming

Wide-eyed
Trying for society
All those ****** lies
Trite and lack of
Someone contrite
Au contraire
There's that stare
From the persons from upstairs
Although there
Is a women
A tight-rope-walker of love and ***
Though she doesn't understand money and affection
Affliction is disease
If your thinking is deceased
Faltering at the seam
Although
You're understanding it seems

Breaking the day
Comes the wake
Darling if you may
I tried to take
My time from your despair
"Morning"

Broken down
In the dumps
Still hovering
The humps
Of living
Chameleons
Stuck in the desert
Coexisting
With Camels
And Cactii
I know I'm living
By the Sun's time
No watch or compass
Although
The hourglass
Full of sand
Makes me pass

Nowhere found
Engaged In realistic
Activity
Impoverished
By circumstance
Ploys are example
Of the politicians lies
In their whites
Uneducated
By the degree
Know idea
Of the degree of misery
Caused by greed

Mind is conception
Of the wrong
Somehow I supposed to just
Feel right
About what's left

Found in the mornings
That yearns
For the noon
Days away
Must somewhat prudent
If I know it is
Religion
It's you

Drive by the roads
I had slept on
Life's become a blessing
Turn on
The lamp
That starts the cars

have any nice ideas
For our worker's in the ditch
Digging
Filling it's height
With the turmoil
Soil breaks his shoveling plight
I hope he makes through the stitch of time
Looks like he might make it through
I hope the lamp's giving you light
And oil's in the keeping
With your sight

Lurching
In the sunshine
The heat gets to you
In the gold mine
Gold
Breaking backs
Lacking heat
Of fire and love
A coal miner
Home at family
Where it's black as the night
Soot by the fire
The chimney
Is the legacy of your life
And tire
Black as death
Gold as the breath

Love's is a couraged
Existence
Senseless
In the distance
To go get her
For her hand
It's rather aged
Love story
Turning at the plot lines
Breaking barriers
For twists and turns
Setting boundaries
For intimacy
In a tryst with destiny

Love's is a senseless verse
La dee da
Goes the dirge

Stuck in reverse
I hope to learn
Yearn for a place in this universe
Avidly evidently
Embraced
Oddly placed
Places of sunshine
The arboreal lights of night
Have something
In common
In the emotion they bring back
The place is the Universe
Quaintly made up a little isolated shack

Words fly o'er me
Like quills think
To write a Shakespearean soliloquy

Cutting the trees
The leaves fall
Rather instantaneously
Not from the branches
But from the roots

Drinking on the town
Kicked the dirt off the ground
Kicked out of town
*****'s all around
Under me
Probably learning to get over me
Brothel's clearly opened out
To men
Who have to feed mouths
Kicked the dirt off the ground
But there is no sound
Sexually speaking
There was no woman
To ground
And her innocence
Frowned
"Begging, please, please" she says
I bet that's what she means
Perhaps understanding her
Wasn't enough
But calling her name
Wasn't that tough
Kicked the town off it's feet
The dirt in your shoes
Gives me true grit
And fills my greed
"Your girls come from other towns", I ask
he says "Yes, in deed"
"I gotta ask do they search for meaning"
"Nope, they can't read"
But, boy, can they see

Anger my blood
Steel blue
From feeling the blues

Love broke apart
My hope
Against hate
And love and hate parted ways
Where a symbol of hope
Symbolized the crossroads
Of the tresses of the birch trees
Hope was an instance of jamais vu
'Cause you came across it too
And I found some metal
In my nerve
It was shrapnel
Of the war-torn soul
And the poison
Of someone's else war pride
And hope was symbol of peculiar
Coincidence
Incidentally
Hope came running
Because hope came to watch
Where I was turning

Released into the blood
Steely like a sleepy gun
Until your imagination
Takes form of fun
With the pillow of heat
And sunshine
Of love
Had won
And the crime had been undone
By my lover on the run

Slow release of me
Stays in prison
Far from our family
Evocative
When apoplectic and angry
Invoked
By the violent deeds
That surround thee
And running amok
Lawless
And free

Closed stores
And broken shelves
There's a stench
Of lustrous leafen pages
Biblichor
I guess it's just me
Reading Sherlock Holmes

An edifice of your heart
Has a place
For the thorns of a dying rose
But face deserves
The roses
Straight from the cerise
Cerise meaning as red as the blood
That flows through the
Arteries accompanying
Our veins

I don't what's growing
Faster
The green
Or the virtual reality
Of currency

I found beauty
In a dash of spring
In it's still lingering

Flowers in the spring
Jumping
Is an action
Of my mind's scene
Beauty is subjective
In the beginning
Not when it's love at first sight
In the brightest day
And the darkest nights
Shared in the evenings
Understood
That it's for each other
That love brings you
Hither
To angel's without feather
But love's a surrealistic pillow
As the romance billows
The moon above
The sky
Shone
From above
A heaven's godsend
A love i can't afford
Regarding which I can pretend
Understood that this is the end
To a journey longer
Than the peripatetic
feeling
A feeling stays
After the path comes to close
So I guess we end with roses
On the casket
But I'd rather be buried next to you
Rather than be alone
And alive
In all the same
Either way
Alone the crosswinds

Race is
Try to be a
Black in
A white farm
And there'll be
Chaos
In America's arms
Burning shelters
Of the past
Broken down
Futures on the pavement
Dreams of a
place in heaven
Segregated
In School
Welcomed
In Sunday School
Just to understand
Tools that Jesus
Gives us
To build a home
Later
Well
They understood
As activists
Of the social
Order
That bringing
Equality
Was to tough
And staying apart
Was the rule
Finding love
In another
Person's face
Never seemed
So much more beautiful