Prehistorically
I found joy
When joy wasn't prepossessing
Fire came with uncertainty
As the water at the nights  
The prey escaped the scenery
Now I know man was
Neither prey or predator
It was just an evolved orator
Of an ambivalence of
That

Shadows flow through
You
Shadow shurikens decide the end
Of where your soul finds peace
And where the universe finds tranquility
Life becomes sacred rituals and expands
In tests learning the notes for duels
Water dances where your shadow bends
Ninjitsu,
Truly lends
Hand to the briefness
Of your animated lives
Dying in the fires of fiefdom
Evading the bandits
Saving them with quilts
Who now think of suicide
Are the farmers
Ninjas don't commit homicide
Responsibility comes with
Living by the sword
Dying in the stars
Hearts die by the fire

In life's vicissitudes
I found tall trees
Revealing their age
In their wrinkles
Maybe it was just their nature
To be free
Of their roots
School of thought
Food for books
Food of thought
Schools for books
Tornadoing through the education
Of restless looks

Love is everywhere
Time is everywhere
But there isn't a space without a care

****** barons
Keeping coal
Burning them with the tools
Carrying the anvils
On their shoulders
Life just became a boulder
Bolder to be a silent slave
Than to be an outspoken fool
In the rise of evil
Ranks finding
Comfortable numbness in
Falling behind the ranks
Like a cat crossing the street
Unaware of its race,caste or creed
Black cats have a breed
Superstition doesn't rule the cat

On the bell tower, rules
The time as it lowers
The prisoners along with his cruel crimes
The chirping raven learns to chime
With each falling fool
Timekeepers die

Hanging from the ropes
Falling at break-neck speed
Slow chill to the spine develops
Among the stoic subjects

Remembering
All the times I had fun
Studying the times when I didn't

The architecture set me free
It delved deeply into my soul
Keeping my mind occupied
And body an arduous vacancy
It was the Sistine Chapel
And the paintings were someone's
Draconian nature painted in
Snakes slipping through dreams
Of Adam with his manliness
Complimenting Eve's comeliness
Serried with innocent dreams
Slipping into as Biblical studies
As tabooed
**** entities
Ever been considering
Of Adam
Couldn't leave God's Index
It was recorded
In benediction
It showed strength
In liberty

Netflix and pop ****
Sorry pop corn
Didn't know which way my hand was
Girlfriend's beside you
Somehow she's coming closer
And nagging
Touching brings resonates
Remotely
With frivolous flirtations
Bring you up to speed
Of recaps and replays
Of your trusty TV
Conversation's nice
With a pizza slice
When the important parts
Are featuring Radhika Apte
Aptly the ghouls of the past
And the flower *** that are now glass
The monocles that my father's father had
Keep me spectated about history
Somehow the floral essence of
Music that rings from pianos
Hanging by the door
Of rosewood and mahogany
Mahogany being the piano
And Rosewood door
There was no concept
Of Ebony and Ivory
Keying at the door

Bluer waters
Landscaped greenery
Greenery catches you by the blues
And it shore waves at you

Love opens doors
Moving to and fro
Swinging innocently

It's a quaint feeling
Sitting by the fire
History forms underneath
Even
An oleaginous oil lamp
Dust dwells
Like brittle begonias
In the garden
Mapping
Out interests
Proof of theories
All leading to
Communicating secrets
Of enlightenment
By hiding in the light
Of the crystal clerisy
Away from the livid lies
Lividly lies
The fire and blood
That accompanied our stories
Unable to shed light on
Neo-classicism's darkest hours
Color became a question of chance
And in the end of race
There was only red

Following the warmth
Of my heart
Weighed down by
Bearing the sadness
Blood runs deep in these arteries
Parting with myself
Becomes easier day by day

Writers are the purveyors
Of their souls
Understanding their colors
Working by the working week
Governed by the hour hands
Watching
For juicy content
Claiming the fruits of their deeds

Steel vaults
Steelier eyes
Protect you financial faults

Ran the vintage van
Along the trees
Offroad tires
Can bring you long way
In the end
Except help you deal
With the friction in the beginning

Magazine's made
By the Time's
machine

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