Thinking about the dinner sleep, and milk
Bread and the tea, and some fatless skimmed milk
Some grocery lists that have no dough as flour
Or as a flower as dowry
As the blue weather, spills like the fall of the hokes and lores
Of the Hokkaido's that implore
Of the tresses of the crime, the airbrushes of the breaths
The swords live within the cuts of the picture
Mixing with the texture of the freeway, we can beat the traffic

I can't fight
But I seem to grind
The keyboard
Telekinetically
Speaking

Sometimes I wonder where are you
Your sliver of light still shines an approval
Was that the mirage or a road to paradise
The love shines on

The night sky holds
Dead stars without letting out a tear
With the moon shining upon the darkness
Can I be the one who holds you in your pain?

Do you want to bloom on the mud?
Or have it easier on the ocean?
You will regret being on the surface
You can grow with me in marshes

I'll let you stay with me
He just wants to keep you
He'll touch you when he wants
I'll catch you when you fall

I know the guy, he'll never take you back
I can never let you leave, that's what I lack

Drinking in the halls
The eccentric people with
The hellcat, drink where the champagne falls
And they tell us Moses was at the helm of Earthly seas
Purposeful, purporting, punctilious that is the howling wind
That learns to speak through elders that have plenty of mouths to feed
Jealously beyond compare, the music belies the noise
Thence, the heart so barren, that words fall like wasted words
Talking about memories, thence beyond compare and laconic behavior
Iambic meters, the music sounds like it is tinkering my inner moonlight with its a spoonful of rhapsody
When the tempestuous storms are white then the maiden's talk of blossoming buds
Prodigal and prodding the terms of rain, and the raging fields of coruscation
These locusts cannot turn into blood, as the coral in her eyes shines with heated perturbation
Lust spake as it is should be taken for fair chance unless pardoned
Sunshine on your shoulders, I hold your hands like a flower that follows my wildflower
The misery that sermonizes the serious surprise, although maiden and beyond compare
The gumption so rare, the customary glances of belied and complicated fairness
The sword speaks when I fall silent to comparisons belied my heart in boughs of distress and troughs of harmony
White like the musketeers that never let the chance pass

Life
I was selling for my life
That was now possessed by a need
To have
Not want
Like boats meant for other waters
Not meant to be
Except to stay afloat
I made a living
Out of no home

If I don't remember you
You will always have a place in my heart
Like a reflection in a cracked mirror
Endlessly looking at itself at each segment
Never looking at me, though
Poignant isn't it, that we are both broken

These are things which keep me awake in the abstract, apparitions of people form shadows and incline towards petals that bough beyond brevity and pretention
Sure, I was your courage soul, stuck in the wind, stuck on the road, the journey had become terse

I love the colorful clothes you wear
The way that it suits the skin so fair
Your perfume that lightens the air
The expression so daring
I think I'm fainting

You are like a song in the rain
Dancing on the streets and lanes
Your pitter-patter sounds pleasant
I must be dreaming of different seasons

But, I'm getting good excitations
I can't any more patient
I need your loving attention
This tension is killing me slowly
With each reaction

You came again
With his shroud
Your hunger and pain
I could see and love
In his mouth
Asking me to
Love those eyes and face
You offered a tulip, with a bow
After you lift your countenance
We walk hand in hand, ashore

The light will still be with you
When you read into the rustling reeds
The darkness of the ocean will drown out the reflection
There are plenty of fish in the sea

They say patience
Is a virtue
But, being with you
My heart turns careless
Is that so much of a sin
It is the only vice that seems true

Light as a feather, I'll make it through stormy breaths
Hurricans, and peaks that are high, I can pertinently relate
The pretending to make haste from the already broken place
Landing up in edifices of emotions and eyes that are windows, now looking like hunger

Before perfidy of rhyme wears out
Quit blaming your governments
Get them weary with a shout

(Japanese)
Kasai hikari iru
takeda desu
"Dare wa?"
Dare wa!
Dare ga kufukudesu ka?
Hitari iru shinai shinshin

Minah
Sore wa monster

(English)
It's hungry
It is
Take
"Who?"
Who is it!
Who is hungry?
"Do not get stuck"
...
Everybody
It's a monster

Silent screams and rages
verse dreams and sarcastic sages
The row believes in the youth of middle aged men
All belittle the your heart when hoping your pang fear
And spring into delirium, and bright gold
Bright light makes heat light asking for you to kneel
In red and leaves of gold, I ask for company
In dead cyka soldiers, the dead of the night
Brings out the company, where you might want a piano key
Loosened, and a guitar string, tuned and pulled

Silent svelte girls all are on the shore
As you she shifts she hasselblad fought him ****
Tea, as the ballad of the hounddog
Go the round midnight, call me after life
GO here, and come back by her fingers girls
In her life, is white, there is blyke
Everyone has a Jekkyl Hyyde
She doesnt know who he she means
After the shindig of time, singing life
Keep it in her, she rights the wall, and rides the fences
She rides the friendly horses, I know you before friends have ***
Feel my living, light my love with food of life
Make me right wrong is the rife
Kaddish sits on the wrong her
Reflection of lapas lazuli and Meer
Urst auf von bon, werst worde gert
Someone took the art killed it with joy
Someone lifted her with the ploy
**** and feet tastes summer and winter tastes like sum
Feets and passerby, touch my *** please master
grace my pallor with your heat, and gush in the blood of the great hand
Slow dots and polka dance that enrichen the glib gleam of Arriana
If friends were enemies and enemies were friends, and friends were summers
The winters would leave with the lush green forests that smell grape and touch my dots and follow my valley
On a figged donkey sorry masturbator
I want you to ride the wind, with gully
I want you rise with the wind, and touch my langstromme with lakes of stowaways
I want you to leave with the wind I feel the wish that touches your heart
I want yin and yang, not love
I want your balance, and not your senses

The end is the beginning when the fire comes out of the blessed wind
The end is near, the tin can man fires the black and blue
The middleman has her hips in the red roses and the masks, and so Im here to **** you
In my whips and my black college wants your education
Education is near, and you are far and tresses of your hair
Egregious error, was to frame you and keep you in my heart
When I couldn't see the picture
Innocence is a true picture
I want you, I want you love me
I want gush virgins and rush astral stars that hearts cant keep
I want the rushed visions that allotropes the love keeps me lively
Me and Ann lively

Smile like the pale moon
It illuminates the night
Even better than the sun

Be an ocean of knowledge
Be calm on the surface
Create waves when a storm approaches

A lion's pride
A lioness' prize
Everyone hunts for pride
What are you gonna do?

Treading between the leaves
Myopically stricken off the record
Keeps me coursing on the fallen leaves
Golden, brown, yellow, orange
As the height of my captivating self
Comes up with the peaceful
Suicide, orange is the new black
Of living half-conscious through memories unknown
Beknownst tripping or hallucinating
On a brimming hallucinogen, die inside or unbeing
Within the happy recess, we aren't able to say something about the same karma
The king can do anything if he can carry the humor
Spring can finally be full of mist, everything is still

The best thing you ever did for me
As you tore the walls I had built
Out of fear
Was set this bird free

I had forgotten how to trust
Crossing the sea of despair, none the wiser
As I took on your worst
Teaching myself it was worth the pain

I still think about you
Just not as much
Your hands are cold to the touch
And our shoulders don't brush

I'll no longer drown in my tears
I've put up my walls for the last time
A bird in heart sings crystal clear
In a land with no fear

Cut and trimmings mummified in your dreams in the cool of the evening
Lithe, and it's pottery

The talk of love
The "Caution" sign
On wet floor
Ended my cares
As I was swept
Off my feet
Turned them into desires

Simply said
These times
A Reaper revels
Inadvertently
Inured
By his responsibilities
Hating the soul
Keeping the ghouls
Wandering
The conditions of past life
Kept my love
Out of sight
But in my mind
There is the over head
Bird
That I called the soul
The soul sore by the war
Harbinger
Of War
Perched

Keep the money
Of my soul
A Tamashi Currency

Yew and other conifer serried in a daffodil field
A lone traveler wearily strides on the hills
Karenina, the morose maiden by him
Holds a lamp in a library where his vision dims
Pensive thoughts converge
In a road where the paths diverge
His tenacious mind seeks
Where the heart grows meek
When a lady mourns
A man yearns for more

There are more ways
To fall in love
Than to preserve hatred
You just have break someone
Till they cry and learn more about you
In the teared up eyes
The love seems clearer
It is evidenced in messy hair
Tear-stained pillows
Torn wrists and dry throat
A spillage of pills on the dressing table
She was looking at herself in the mirror
Before she made the choice to love

laitos hanesta kunnnussunutu mies miell, englantikirjo mina ja me tunen junan
tama esse and seisoden lyht lyppi vappaasi seinan, ja velja
Sovyit eripstyat hanesta puhutka laekke aiomme
mista olen kaynyt kahvi?

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 want to **** myself
On a lonely night
When the pain is shared
By estranged lovers, and none is left for me

God only knows
I can only take so much sadness
Shattered glass is sharp
But the distance between us breaks my heart, first

In Walt Whitman's words
I'll never die of hopelessness
And my very flesh will make a poem
With an honest ending for my friends


I want you to hold my hands
So, I don't have to drown in pity
I shall cut a tuft of chartreuse grass
From the fields of the after life

As Orpheus did to his, to save his love
From the thin lines of hell
I want to **** myself
At midnight on a full moon, because you will be looking at the sky

The leaves are playing
This autumn
My heart plays a tune
It's you

You feel alone
Alone is in your head
You can't get out of this state of mind
Of boredom
But, somehow solitude is bliss
For someone, somewhere
Where being lonely was an issue of prejudice
Later, I learnt
That to truly be alone, I had to wake up to myself
Haunted by the fear
That every day the rabbit hole gets deeper
I learn more about myself day by day
I'm a politically-inclined sycophant
Who talks about what matters with fanatics
Pleading for change
Joining hands with the enemy

The trains pass
Me By
Faster when stuck in Reverse
Relativity I Guess
The car's seem slower
When I look at the Moon
And its craters
Thinking about the creator
My prayer is heeded
At first
Glance

When you look at Maria Kondo cleans your apartment
You wouldn't find mind it when she throws away
The Trump toaster in the kitchen

A swan swims through
the river of journey
A journey of teaching
For its cygnets
And their wings
Ripples giving the river some drop of depth

A cat's ahead, a little complaisant
A cat followed the zephyr, playfully
Flat's rather zaftig and plump, and soothe the platitudes
Bibulous rachets and rackets of gesticulating recalcitrants
Congruent cat whisker's rather pother-like, can't get bolder
"Sleeping, oeuvre woes my way?"
"Sitting, oeuvre, was my way."

Bonaparte taivva maistu haishee
Kutsu sumaine kirjailin
Tama kupolisi jaeelloate
Illu immuiti parakeesi
Hyva sinna elpa kesta
Hyva paivva eriystis maotteraktsi
Matkustan junann oppi opisemelala
sinu sodasta rakastan
taollo vaela

Within the love life
The killer trapdoors lie
Trust the spirit
おく に ひと
いちのおわあり ひとりでしゅ
なんだ こと だ

Hey you're a funny guy
Don't bring the pain
The rain says I'm gonna cry

Seems like yesterday
Kept my life alive
For today's journal
Entry into tomorrow
I left days to waste after each other
I guess lazing is better than imagination
Dates bring back the memories
But days remind me of familial upbringing
Breaking plates  in your home
Is like breaking your heart in your soulless
Emotion
hope your feeling well

I did not know her sadness
I cried and wailed, slightly amiss
Like a man in bad company who is blind
Now my heart looks for an escape

If you loved me
You wouldn't stay silent
If you loved me
You would accept me as I am
If you loved me
You would have told me
Even if I didn't love myself
Because I needed to hear it
From someone lost like I am

April is the cruelest month, with the stirring dull roots blossoming in spring rain
Lilac's still a month away, and the stems of the ebullient estivation of this end of season
But, this is Jefferson's victory over slaves, and the politics run in my sleep
Ruminating over the possibilities of dinner and sleep, I fall into a dream
I glance at the tea, feeling peckish
Poking my peevish gutter, my hunger pangs
A dull head among wintry specimens
I cough in their presence and sneeze
I an old man
Signs and signs are taken for words and words
When will the word be the sign in this world, I walked in the juvenescence
Quite jubilant were the citizens, as it was Cherry Blossom season
Never having witnessed the spectacular indication of festive fervor and the Hakagawa bows among Titans

There's a cloud over me
Thunder rumbles its calling
A painted sky is free
So are the millions of flowers

It's the sweetest thing
To be near you
When the day is done
Your kisses feel soft as the rain

Being away with you
In some distant bench
Near a crescent lake
Where the sun doesn't set

It's the sweetest thing
To be near you
When the day is done
Your kisses feel soft as the rain

I knew that irksome emotion
Had emptied the vessel of devotion
They did want me as captain or King
I wanted them three times more than being ordinary
That's the ardor I had once
I was deceived twice and let the matter be once

What grew jarring was the stuttering
When I lost my spirit
Bit by bit my heart grew terse and blithe
Little did my confidence help me keep my wits
I went through the works of Emerson and Whitman
I immersed myself in the light of wine
I lost sight of the darkness of time

I know I married a poet
When I see through their will
The stretch of time washes through thine eye
None had ever scared him only my wish
T'was the wind dimming that saw me sinking
As vision of land and seething water
That brought the emptiness in my soulless win

Spike Spiegel kicks his friend in the guts
"What part of no don't you get."- Bonaro
"Well, I've learned that Vicious is better."- Jet
"Well, I'll take your advice when I beat him."- Spike
"Yeah, both of you are crooked in some ways."- Jet

Spike thinks on his life beyond the brushing in the sunsets
Time machines are great you know. Welcome
What, you find any of them on Ganymede?
Taking those sunsets and northern lights for granted.
Some of the Cowboy Bebop characters are too old for the ******* of Earth
"What are we doing in the courtesy of Earth? Let's go Red Dragon
THat's why Jet, Vicious can be beaten by Martian like me
"I thought you like music and fairies."- Spike
"Bonaro's my name."- Jet
"****, don't remember that Venusian guy anymore.
Spike wonders about the time past if he is so alone
Jet should have met Bonaro
Recco was a crazy disciple
"Coool."- Edward
"Spike listens into your cyborg rantings."- Jet
"Jet, what part of no don't you understand. Besides the kid has no respect."- Spike
"She might find something."- Jet
"Edward's woo hoo."- Edward puzzled
"Faye."- Spike
"Jesus hit him already."- Jet
"Yeah, probably."- Faye appears completely unaware

Bleeding God's light
Crucified during dark times
Bloodless red wine

I am Jesus
One with the world
Seeking kindness in every soul

Bread for the old
I bled for the blind faith
Three nails for Jesus of Nazareth

Follow me near
The Sun
Down the valley
Where sheep roam free

I am God's son, arose

Live is lonesome
Even if you choose live
With or
without soulmates

Count to ten
Let your temper go away
At the first second, or knock yourself out
At the second slices away the cake, count the next one
The third second comes after a day of the second coming before it
The fourth one, wait for near a five-second stop between minute indents
Sixth, seven, then comes eight
Where's nine, close to your thumb
It's in your pocket asking for seconds
Before it is ten seconds, you're out of time.
So, before you get angry
Count to ten
Continent...

Take me with you
To a place where the stars
Come out at night
And listen to my heartbeat's dying fire

As I wish upon them