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

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