Have you forecasted a glimpse into tomorrow's
Embarrassment and read the paper
Only to have the headlines say it is going to rain

That's how my life is like without the dough
Without the rainbows, petrichor
It is an endless flood of melancholic pain

****, it's winter

I wish I wasn't so fat
If I ate more, I'd **** myself
Or those predators would rip my flesh
Revealing my insecurities
I wish they would because my bones are ghostly, fragile

The cold hard floor
Is our only comfort
A shoulder
Is our only place to cry
A drink for lone men
Is our only source of resolve in the midst
Of scrutiny
A smoke and joint
Is our only rest from life's roller coaster
A siesta and another drink
Some televised news to calm the edge
I need time to think, her face
Her *******, her hair, a cold bleached smile
That kisses my cheeks and warmly cries
On my shoulder as I let my emotions flow
Inside of her, an anguished moan
"Oh, Sire!"
She who is born of pleasant euphoria
Cries like the wind on a stormy night
Like she never has
I never saw her again after that sordid time
But, I remember her pleasantness
Her excitement along with her youthful exuberance
Her face, her hands, her warm smile
She was so many hues, emotions in one person
Contrasts that needed time to be understood
I almost lost myself in her
And she never lost herself in me
That's the loveless grace of a lady
Much like God who cares from a distance
Like a zephyr that glides from dew to dew
Granting us democracy of choice

I drove all the way
Out here on an empty highway

Should I keep going
Or stay with the rust-colored sky

I'm not sure
But, I sure love the horizon's shine

The eclipse on the cacti
A bit of light colors the reptile

I know behind the blue sky
There's a diamond mine

But, a bit of dust never hurt anybody
So, I stay back searching for the oasis of my life
With many miles in sight
With many miles in sight

Before I sleep.

My glass heart breaks
Every time I hit rock bottom
But, my mind tells me
That what I have isn't made of some silicon crystal
I have mettle
I shall rise
So, my friends can see me run
Through the flames
My iron fist breaks through sound barriers
I am whole again
But, her heart isn't made of sterner stuff

With grace she doused
Her hair in fuel
And lit the flames
As a burning carousel

What will be
Never belongs to us
So, we treat what we have
So, carefully

Potato chips, candied strawberries
All the tastes I remember
None I can afford, the memory stays

My mother needs no metaphors
She has abstruse meaning of her own
A music in her rhythmic voice
But, over the years she has jaded

Become fragile, and her temper often mercurial
Her heart curls up as cats do, purring softly
My love she may not endear, and the fights have gotten worse
Especially now, but sometimes I get faded too

Her heart now has a music of her own
I've forgotten the tune
She once sang to me
Now that voice is raspy and frail

The lantern follows
The sky, when will
It fly, light of the night

What's really the truest thing that doth speak
With winds and seas that seek shores in an inexplicable motion
With diseases spreading across the avian world like a bird
Like a bird on a mountain peak picking out the snow through breeze

I find your heart on the heights of mountains
Knowing it shan't come down, as treasure and treachery
Never make themselves known to the otiose folk with grandiose mind
Soon, things become simpler and the complex lines between implicit and the explicit

Will become clear, as everything isn't about love nor lying in the corner
It shan't become blurred because truth and despair go hand in hand
Delible poetry will soon erase as sketches etched in sand
On stretches of eternity, when we find thy promised land

Where mountains, oceans have no difference
Just as life and joy are synonymous
Sometimes, when I am depressed
I will talk to myself, inferring that there is more than what meets the eye

In vast lands of eternity, we seek the lack of disease
When we are teens, incredulity shines
As we grow older, the peak of adolescence never ends
In my twenties, I want to be as young as I can

But, I know that for such luxury and purity
I need a love like mine, and duality of man troubles us
In doubt and in certainty, just as ash is to ash
And the broken hearts are cast aside

Life may be harsh, my friends in disease and despair
Life may be full of tears, but tarry for thy blessing falls
In ****** manipulation and hope's lifeless walk follows
What follows after mountains come down to the shore

Only to meet land, just as people
They doubt you, scare you
Into submission
But, do not be afraid, they are just as doubtful of fate

When a person with hat, coat and green-shirt clad
Dusts the leaf off his fedora and hurls his scarf
Around his neck with flick of his wrist
It is in his head, that he wishes to be understood

We are fools
On our own
Because our love grows

Lying on my bed
Sun enters
Laying on my bed

In poetry
We look at every moment
Trying to make it poetic
With nature we cannot be so liberal

It is a blessing that the natural state is evocative
Yet, when it comes to human greed
Children torn by strife and forests devoured in blaze
Poetry has to embellish the truth once in awhile

I respect poets who can write it as it is
Without being cryptic about fact
Allowing men to digest what they read
With eloquence- using Silence and Time as friends

For a poet, every moment missed
Is a word gained
Because the more we see
The less poetic it all becomes

It was Sunday that she shuttled
The bell rung out
As tocsins in her cerebrum
She couldn't keep him out of her system

Hearing time hurrying nearer
Scurrying, hurrying nearer
Around the surface, him
Through alley (Where is he?)

Narrower
With every footstep
Until it opened up
To view of the ocean

That was real
He lay in the boat
Taking the storms on even keel
Reeling in the sails with the love of preservation

Pulling himself
Aboard
Without shirt or sign of sweat
All she could think of was... every moment coalesce

How could his smile
Evoke so much emotion
In this insipid world
The ocean tides over the docks by the bay

There's a lassitude, a bit of it in the fresh air
I wish I could say they kissed
But, the sun had set and they were sharing it
Every moment had come to this.

You tell me
We can never be together
Here I am
Sitting with myself
Thinking of ways to keep myself
From falling apart

Last year, I had a bottle o' dubious ***
A couple of friends and topsy-turvy musicians
Some beauteous cigarettes and women who had taken to me
I wonder how I took to the alcohol, methinks

A crowd of rushing strangers move past
And freedom is a cheap thrill amidst the noise
Tomorrow is another day and another bottle, ain't it?
I'll die an old drunkard, but the bottle shall never empty

That's the truth my friends
When you'll be old, I'll be young with my fine wine

"God will put us in the fire with a bouquet on our tomb.
I don't know about paradise, do you desire it?"

It is an idiot's call at night
That tells me that I will sleep
She hasn't got much brains
Neither much of a body

But, I bet she looks good
Under the star light
She's a genius when it comes to
Making me fall in love with her beauty

Because everything she does to say she cares
Makes me wanna kick myself into the ******* road

Your red lips once were rubies
I would dig out from the depths
And treasure and for those pursuing such love
Have never seen the redness of a blushing cheek

When women come and go
I know that time is on the edge of escape
Sometimes it frees itself from ticking clocks
Sometimes it flies and never comes back

Women aren't time, but the time I spend with them
Digging out the best of them always stays
Nothing remains, but anger and resentment
I wish I could have 'em all

God didn't know that
He was making poetry
When he made you leave me

I know without color
Life can seem monochromatic like a montage of fading memoirs
Each as indistinct as the next, yet all are unrecognizable from afar
But, tarry for awhile for the rainbow is fainter than the bright light
Of the sun peering through muddled haze and grey skies

Under the clouds, when we wish for warmth
We get rain, but the flowers and trees look so beautiful
In their moist forest green and blue hues that brush across land
As wind to the mane of a pretty girl that fazes the merry men

Life without color and the heat of emotion
Is almost black and white
Life being the white and love being the splash of dark
Like a bird singing during silent dawns to make the day bright

When you leave my bed with the pillow astray
I cannot help, but think of the days
We spent together in bed
It is all water under the bridge

And should be forgotten
Cast away like a disposable cup
Except, that cup has your lipstick stains
And the pillows have your smell

The bridge still has your aura
Your memories have not left the places
We once shared near the beautiful bridge
I still see your reflection in the river

As I lean over the balustrade
Some day I will have the courage to take a leap of faith
For now a swim in the Seine, as I fade
Into the night light without spectators to see me wash away

The cold hard floor
Is where all of us start
With no way up
We are lying in the dumps after all

Those of us who do manage
We get up, walk on
Brush the dust of our sleeves
Nursing our grazed hands, like a big cat licks it's wounds

Those who face life for the first time
Struggle to walk and stumble
Their feet go numb with every step
Because their legs, till now, were unused

Those who become used to the bottom
Take off their clothes and become naked
Again and again, showing an immaculate frame
Full of cuts and bruises because they are in love
With themselves

Our urges are primal and therefore animalistic.
Our dominating, territorial urges are defined not by humanism
Instead by primitive impulses
That is why we are animals

Whereas we should be humans first
Because we breed on the suffering of others
We continuously exploit our position and those underneath us
We can never be living because we thrive off death

We do the same to fellow humans as we ******
Torturing them in self-interest and pushing forth selfish agenda
We are maybe lowlier than animals because we have the capacity to feel, to think
Instead, we choose to destroy and exterminate

Laying waste to beings that do matter
And celebrating things that we can assign value
In all likeness, we are living things as much as plants are living
We serve to breathe

But do not benefit the planet or give the world what it needs
We are incapable of peace, but relish war
That is the nature of our race, whether you like it or not.

You know I want the best for you
The mulled green on a verdigris sky
Full of stars and light
Because my love is true blue

You're missing me I know
We used to go out every week
On a Sunday, its a couple of hours
My Dad we held our love with a kiss on the cheek

You're thinking of me
I know I am, how was your day?
How was the workplace? Your boss?
Soon, I know you'll be away

I'll be broken and in pieces.

You won't put me back together the same way
Yet, when I try to
I always fall apart the next day
We are two yards away and tomorrow is another grey day

My ears thrill at the sound of your voice
My heart finds peace and feels whole
It was an eternity when I was a child
And you felt young, I know Dad because I'm getting older

Faster, with everyday and those yards are turning to lightyears
Please come back before time runs out

You know what hurts
When you move on
And the moments were so short
That they aren't worth remembering

But, the feelings leave a bitter after taste
When my heart wants to rejoice
You're a footnote stuck on my chest
Reminding me that I have a voice

I am glad this pain
Moves me to become
A better person as an ocean will get warmer after rain
Like the sun settles on my shoulders after a cold shower

I wash my pain in the reign of yesterday

The smell of coffee in the rain and cluster of stars
With a sip of the morning, some sun is visible
As I read the news
I say I love you

The afternoon is identical, I know I want you
With the undulating sunlight
Sitting on the roofs of distant huts and the saddest Gods cry

I know the night is different, those spirits lift me up
When the sun is gone and my demons come alive
I think upon a star, when I need something

I wish for you in vain and think of you just the same

Here I am alone again
In my bedroom with the ceiling lights
Flickering in the rain and thunder
Your phone call is the only thing
That keeps me awake
Away from a handful of pills
We had our fair share of pain
I know I'm weak, but the high
Is all I can get
You're the only thing
That's in my way
To a peaceful eternal sleep
That thought keeps me awake
'Cause you're beautiful
And the sun looks wonderful
In your black hair

There's never a dull moment
When the fires of Hell are alight
The children of God peer at us and lament
Ignorant of the drivel of souls in Styx
Pluto oversees with apathy
Breathing draconian air, that is no escape
We are on the cusp of death even when we are alive
Our sadness is sweet
Like Orpheus to Eurydice
Like Patroclus to Achilles
And Hades receives peace from seething fiery torment
No pain receded, yet there is no dull moment
When Cereberus breathes
As the slaves lay and cower at some kingly darkness
Sinister as the unseen force shattering the hearts of Greeks at Troy
Euphrosyne shall no longer dance for joy
That beauty poisoned by viper and ****** to tragedy
The warrior, Ares-like, who seeks salvation
****** to revenge
Orpheus plays his Aeolian harp to soothe his lover
His hair donned by halo
Achilles seeks eternal glory
Unrelenting to dozens who lay at his feet

I'm a fish in the sea
The sea and ocean are worlds apart
But, there are a plenty of fish in the sea
I guess I am in such beauty

True as ice and fire
When Prometheus set fire to the sky
Zeus the Thunderer ties his chest to a rock
Zeus is cold
I'm in such beauty

I'm a writer
Who makes a few cents
For his nonsense
They call it Gonzo and he made a name
Cause in such beauty that's only open to some of the hippies

I see beauty all these weird people
The universe is so diverse and feeling
That pigeons crowd the steeple
Every evening to talk us
Biden's won and there's such goodness in India
But we lost the rich to the count

Better income, tax breaks for the middle class
Much more beauty on Planet Earth
Just what we need

The sea breeze touches my parted lips
My parched throat longs for water
My aching body hurls itself on the shore
The spinning shoreline suddenly darkens
As if the hounds of hell ascended
It's insensate, paralyzing screams penetrate the sky
Her eyes are the first green I see
They permeate my body
And she closes her arms
Around me, lifting me to the crying heavens
The fish will always swim beneath

Poised is the night
Relaxed is the sultry tide
Sun is like a speck in the sky
Moon is like a pebble on the shore
One covered by horizon
And the other blanketed by the ocean
The skyline extends and she kisses my cheek
Trees rustle in the wind
And obstinate leaves fall hastily
Her kisses mean so much
Her body lies on the water and sand
Life's always a constant rush
But, the strands of her hair envelope my face
I get lost in her scent
It smells salty and like freedom
I have to free myself from such dreams
That make me laze in the sun as I look at her auburn skin
The sea breeze touches my lips

There is a storm inside of men
An unrelenting fire that breaks chains
That wants to break free as well turn into blazing wildfire
A moon that wanes and descends into grottoes of outlandish man-made landscape
Until it is drained of iridescent color much like the conversation we once had in the colonnade
That wished to stray from affairs of blue Earth, never to meet the lonely blue-eyed spirits who once abandoned us
Soulless down on the shore of desolation among thousands of pebbles
And despair wears a face and walks among people or sits in streets, deformed just the same and stumbles
But it can't meet those promising eyes of the land, it has no self confidence or reputation to match the many illustrious folk in the city
There is a cloud that covers and the town burns at night
The sun burns too, at purple dusk amidst the oak trees which were golden at noon
That lonesome branch wishes to hide Apollo's gilded chest under its canopy keeping the warm to itself
For it knows there's much more to freedom than letting in the sunshine for a distant tulip
There's more than what meets eye of the people who have been born ignorant
Because the truth is unable to set them free no matter how much it tries to

I often describe fire as summertime
But, even the purest things need each other
To find a semblance of meaning in ice
Like shallow rain gives me the blues
Because I can't go out when it drizzles
Nor stay in with my loud thoughts
The tempo of sonorous clamor on the window
During heavy rainfall always calms the storm
Inside me, much like drivel of ice and hail

The beauty of writing is you can present
Your thoughts as free as your mind is
If you think in punctuation, your ideas
Will take shape into sentences
But, those people with unpunctuated thought
Flurry of words and fiery stream of consciousness
Are the hardest poets to understand
I think that's why I like those best
Because they beg us to understand them
Almost needing our interpretation

We never came here, our love was too unkind
Two people in love, the extras an escape
Our love became empty, shapeless, and blind
My lungs blackened by the poisonous heartbreak

We were brought in an unforgiving world
Notoriety mattered, except the old
There were highway signs on the way back
As soon as we found our own relationship on track

Soon, our love would turn into dust, I could not breath
Yet, I looked saw behind those facades of "perfect"
Her bright smile became an image that would reflect
Soon, the calm lake had two fish floating, dead

Trick or treat
Half of Africa
Doesn't have food to eat

Some helpless men do not know the bold seasons
For they do not change in their rescinded hearts
I do know, but I know things for there are real reasons
What or why, nothing leans from the balustrade

I do know what love is, it's half intertwined
Hidden outside, behind endless starlight
Too lonely to let our eyes meet strangers
Sensation, sensation without a prayer

Burning in a portion of empty place
Different from the rest, I find some heart
To join the rest of the dying people
My place is a deafening tomb under the stars

The dreary pathways of a bridge do think
I read them and they caress my lonely soul
I will never have a mind of my own
Because my life is based on words in stone

When autumn brings light, the dark trees turn bright
Leaves of summer spring bring thy breeze to sway
On the gold summer fields, that passes day
As brooks nestling hope fill with rain tonight

As arid trees bear Sun's sudden delight
With humdrum in golden sunned rocky Meath
Shall come thy autumn's breath, misty with wreath
Yet, the grey, curled, stirring sky in all thunder dight

Its tumult rests in the wind, in the poetry of the blind
Such I hear, with ear to pain and sorrow
When thunder rattles windows, every night
Gently resting her head over morrow

As the leaves that have turned brown at the sides
Resting on the brook, trees have no swallows

My girl is away for a while and I can still time
When I am with her, I can still feel her
We shared coaches on a long train and passing the fields
The countryside was different now

It was beautiful when she was near
She was a beautiful girl that I revered
I didn't deserve her

My love is in my heart and there it swallows itself
Guiding me through life and processing the jagged edges
Along the way, when she left
I didn't deserve her I said, but a cuckoo still sang for my vanquished state

If we couldn't put the deepest words
To song and music
We would never know
What the dance of the heart feels like
Thus, our tragic lives would have love
Yet, in these thoughts people would
Despise one another
If you haven't heard
The dance of the heart tip-toes in a dark hall
Unheard by friends, only you can find it in the recess of the soul
If your pain is a silent anguish, you'll hear the little fire crackle
Showing you the light in a dark cave

The leaves fall
There is a light touch
Of uncanopied sun

Everyone is groovin'
Keepin' alive
Keeping fear out of sight

I'm dancing in the moonlight
Because I'm sick of the
Summer of love

My lover wants me
But, my mind
Sews up the top half of my soul
While my legs wring in agony not finding ground
In desperation, my fingers gesticulate a fustian
Protecting me from a broken heart

You have to scale the height
Don't stay at an edge of a plain sight
After a while when it is a lonely peak
Shout and you can hear your spirit in an open valley

Our words are ours, think upon what we can share
If you love yourself, then don't hurt others
Free them from the guarded heart
It opens their beautiful mind to reason

Now you will no longer speak
Because your words are an endless field
Where the dead come to swim
The lifeless come to crawl
Those left don't even know their soul
Or their worth as lovers flee
The ghosts of the past aren't free