Life's different takes
But cut from the script
Black white is all it takes
You just have to live it
For it to be colored vividly
To find meaning
Silence is the argument of
Silent movie

Crawling through
Through trenches
Found my way with the fences
But trapped
By Panzers
Clicked their pictures
But didn't catch their
Canons
Anonymous

Rest comes easy
But work comes
With a little less peace

Girls waiting alone
In need
Hoping for
Life giving them
A turn
Of adventure
Or just an change
Of venture
Boys waiting at home
Lonesome
From the war
Climbing through vines
I see myself coming closer
To the top
Than creeping closely to
The bottom
Following lively lines
Taking example
From step
I tread
And
At the top
I've found definition
Life's every decision

Getting a hint of blue
I look at the bluest colors
Of the waters
To find my reflection
Even though it's transparent

Coffee in my innermost thoughts
Keeping me awake
At night
In the sleeping recesses of my mind

Counting stars
Fire
For eternity
Counting the comets
Of ice
As shooting stars
Inadvertently
Pelting stones
On your window
Hoping for a
Distant glimpse of you
Looking at my nebulous existence

Pleasure in poetry
After the ax hits
tree
There's no life
For this tree
In this monotony

In peace
I reflect upon myself
And I see nothing in the mirror
Of what's seemingly fair
I guess it's imperfect
Even though it's rare
Having dubious doubts
About future debts
Peace isn't pecuniary
It's a 100-yard stare

God in heaven
Hallowed be thy name
Make your blessing
By surname
When I'm married
To an old flame

Reaching for the weapon
In a pool of blood
Catching
The criminal
Standing out

****'s grown
The lawn's mown
I'm still dreaming of the petrichor
After thinking about it before
Looking for other words

On The Blazing Bus
The Oranges have a deeper blue
Republicans
For Us
Than the what we've read in the news
The smoke
That billows
Swallows
The education that
You could've sold
Rising with the use
Drowning in the fumes

Big shoes
Succeeding
In being lose

I drew him
Eyelids closed
Beauty stayed
Like paintings
In a museum

I'm pretty sweet
When cupped
I'm black
As the night
In the night
I'm your coffee
Keeping you awake
When you sleep
During the day

Eyes closed
Open minds
I'm education
Of the inured mind

Bloodied by the day
Murderous by the hour
The pen of journalism
Has got us
Hooked by the power
Swords are history
Still they are the fences
Of conduct and the boundaries
A tip of the hat
To old society
So I guess the pen is mightier than the sword
When you take down flowers
When you look at the newspaper
By the war of words

Sleep keeps
Me awake
When you're asleep
I'm the moon to your sun
Your lover in the long long run

Too far
Afar
I depart
From when
Life's start
seems far
But
when you look
At the past
Lastly
the further you
Go
The farther
They part
From the past
So it's
just looking
For seats
In a box car
Mostly,
Because life's
Isn't about coping with
With the chase and the race
And making love fair
In faithless wars
It's taking it slowly
Taking life by it's reigns
Leading
From
The backseat
I notice my age
When I read about
The old ages
In newer pages
I guess the newspaper
Speaks of tomorrow
On certain days

The sun light
Brings the faces
In the light
Of the Day
At night the
Red Moon takes
Their
Love
And runs away
Along the waters
Reflecting
Along the way

Enough counting
Stars in poems
I want to be puzzled
By the firmament
Enough of having power
Over men
I'd rather they'd have
Luckier stars
When it comes to
Saving sisters
That aren't ours
Pretending they're perfect

I was in love
With her
I am out love
O'er her
Still not the faintest
Clue
Where am I
Supposed to be
Like a singularity
In a black-hole
Lost for eternity

Started with counting stars
Now the end's near
I count my place among the stars
That traveled with me along the years
Taming temperamental celestial bodies
With planets in the sphere
To give them gravity
Telling the extraterrestrials we are here
Within the milky ways and multitudes of galaxies
I find myself dormant
When nature's near
Because I know
That I'll never be taller than the alpines
That seem arboreal
And lighter than the breeze
That brushes against those needles
Of the cold climatic cones
Along the lurking lines
And really,
that's where I am alone

My life
In my words
Best spoken
In someone
Else's voice
It's love's curse

How do owls stay awake at night
Because they have beautiful
Quills
For flight
Where do owls stay
In the burrows
Sleeping in the wrong tomorrows

Laying by the lake
The leaves turn brown
As the sun wakes
You sleep with the gold
Cutting the trees of lumberjack town

The place was a crowd
But in her eyes
I felt a little older
Stuck in the crowd

Near the gilded rocks
The shore
Stays the sea
That stays near the land
Of Storks
Locks
Eyes with the sun
On the horizon

She takes her place
By the stars
In space
Intended by grace
I met her through the years
Missed her
Presence in the air
The memories
Kept me alive

Sands in the storm
Reflection in the warmth
Of her eyes
Warmth in her sighs
Love's alright
Hand's waving to set you free
By the blazing by the sea
Seagulls in the breeze

Across the swimming
Sea food
Sushi (so she)
Lives

Accepting life on a platter
Sounds tiresome
Socially
Unless you matter
When your life goes out of the door
For the pavement
With a satchel
Working for money and change
And working for the latter
In the endless pitter-patter
Of rain
Of droplets
That shatter your heart
But make up your mind
About life Instead
In dread
You think
About looking for different waters

The years go by
The prison days stay
With your life
Like school in hind sight
Going to college
To write
Education sets you free
Like night owls
Giving exams

Places somewhere
Selling cream colored
Vases
Kept in golden colored
Satin satchels
Keeping
My whiskey
With crystal glasses
Life colorful

The streets are racing
Like the sun
Setting light
To the human race
Cars blocking the light
Slowly
I see wings in flight
And i see a bird fly
Into the bright

War torn
Subjectively
Pages torn
Scribbled
To make an esoteric poem
i'm yours
Poetry

In fossilized forests
Of evergreen
Streams flow
Stoically
Because snow hides
The furry canine species
Away from the caribou
Herbaceous and sought after
They approach the gelid waters
With the eyes of the wolves
Seemingly pernicious
And deadly
Somehow
From somewhere
A hermit enters
Without any care
To hunt from the same shore
Ensnared by the bloodied river
Forlorn

Sitting in bars
I ask drinks
That remind me
Of the times
I shouldn't have
wasted
thinking too much
Now I drink too much
And think nothing
At all

Wearing red dresses and rad heels
That bring morality to
Importance of my lessons in safety

Sharing loneliness
With someone
Specially silent
Amidst the crossing
Of Tokyo
Still you seem missing

I sweep my house
Cleanly
Cementing the marriage vows

Butterflies hovering over nectarine
Seeds germinating
Water to help me grow
Slowly
Bringing life to this soul
That makes a butterfly's home
Lonely

Butterflies
On my child's face
Covering eyes
With wings
Meant for that place
That innocent countenance

Savannah are you listening
Yes you hurt me
I was once a deer no more
I was lost in the wild
But now found in the jaws
Of the predator that
Caught me for appetite
To rob me of my doe
Into a hunting pride
Hopeful that my offspring
Learns the ways of winning
Against sore losers
Dreaming and sleeping
In the blazing sun
Since they predate
The ways of the world
Where the wildebeest run
And the antelopes
The same as me
They develop
And migrate from zone to zone
Passing by rivers
Sipping the clear
Sliver of zeal
Zest of life
I found trust in my pride
Because I survived

A poem
Reads brilliantly
Every time
When a prose
There's rhyme
And reason
To rise
At every lingering
thought
Of every line
It's a Biblical litany
Poetry is a science
For bringing
vivacious lovers
through all kinds of times
Away from their doubting minds
For eternity

Wars breeze through
And times
and cannonballs fly
Whilst peace time
Weighs down the attitudes of men
Without latitude
For the forgiven
Whilst they stay alive

An exam
Taken
In the subject
life
For a better life

In houses of God
Lay the glass paintings
Of Jesus
And Mary Magdalene
Uplifting
Religion
With sacrifice
And wisdom
With a God-like intuition
I look at these portrayals
of saints
And hope
I can paint
The same way
Without tainting
Their imagery

I got a passion to write
But the heat's too much
To preserve the paper
Of my thoughts
Writer's block