The breezing wind touches the flowers
That's why I look at the sky
So, that I can breathe in the aroma of floral spirals
In a box full bees and flowers
There resides a pollinating bud
Blouse stripped open, like a buzz bee

I just want
My second chances
-An old lover

I'm not missing her
Sad that her scent faded with the breeze
She's gone with the wind
I'm not missing a part of my soul

I'm not missing her
The blush on her rosy cheeks
Is a faded memory
I'm not missing the better half of me

I'm not missing her
But a part of me is with her
It calls to me
"Forget her."

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

I dwell upon the lazy dawn
Take a fresh breath of air
In the form of a yawn
The flowers wilt when you're gone

My soul is chained to the stars
A heart as dark as the night sky
Your smirk and charms
The memories hold me when you're gone

The yellow lamps
Lace the streets
Avec une fluorescence
Mapping the feet
Of the yellow jackets

Lining the French cities
With justice and liberté
In their hearts of innocence
Pure de coeur

They hide in places
Shying away from the police
Nouer leurs lacets
When tear gas brings contortion
On the French faces

Macron must resign
"Demission marre de taxes"
In a democracy
The streets in tatters
The violence undone will leave
No traces
Of the Auberge Du Coeur

Kurdish lands
Revolving with universe
Beautifully
Hands of war
Grab at your dying soldiers
The tree keeps it's
Summer of solidarity
Amidst the hell
Raises Moses
And his waters
Parting the seas
Keeps the river of stygian souls
Flowing through the branches
Of the sticks of a voodoo child
Can break stones
Of Muslim extremism
Tree of life
Lies with the knowledge
Masking the water
Meant for the mass
Pointing at the apples
I realize the oranges
Taste better with the scruples
Of war

If you want to soar in the clouds
Like a lonely feather
I will cut my broken wings

If you want to drink from the deepest ocean
Like a lion that has crossed the desert
I will show you an oasis

If you want all of my love
I will give you
All that you want because I love you

A bird watches the sky for a while
Then every flight she turns to the trees
She takes a breath and turns again to the sky
While she traces the ***** of the gentle breeze

She swims in the sunshine but waits for her fall
She feels the breeze but leaves at around ten
Then, she listens closely for the sound of stars
Yet the night has shivered too often

It takes all her worth to fly to her escape
She might but she is chained by her fears
She waits for another world to open its cityscapes
What would it be like to leave after all these years?

I hope to see, her walk against the breeze one day
As the leaves fall and circle to hit the streets
She circles the orange trees tonight in a sway
She doesn't see me but I am glad to see she is free

The alma mater in the rubble stone choir
Palma's inert presence snores in these buildings, present
This I ask you if you have made haste with tis' Teide and fallowed
With the land of women and reams and always arousing
Or looking for them, in the indignation and distinction of divulging per
So, you're tied between antibiotics and vancomycin and ******

The ocean touched upon the horizon
That's when I realized God arrived
Although we could not see
Where the rainbows and the clouds meet
We saw it in the reflections of still water
Like a stillborn baby
Born without a heartbeat

I wish I could escape to forests
Live among the trees and sacred flowers
The breeze rustles through the many leaves
Searching for sunlight through the canopy

I'm still searching for clusters of the light
I miss the chatter of my people
The desolate highway, once a river
Houses clusters of streetlamps and chrome birds

Soil enriched by lichens for million eons
This place once held us for a brief moment
It is red with blood of my ancestors
Yet, they are alive in the Grand canyon

Watashi wa mada kore ni ikimasu kaishi jikan
Chigai o umu hōhō watashitachi wa anata ni aete ureshīdesu.
Nakete wakata hajime wareta sono kono miru sumai ni
Watashi wa tsumetai yume o mite mimashou
I'm going to this still
Opening time
How to make a difference
We are happy to meet you.

Among the backs of disregarded
There lay some purposeful
However, the literature does not talk
About ambivalence as the students of Aristotle
Such people became conquerors
However, there was some time before the enlightenment reached
The inability to observe is left with others ready to watch

The silence resounds in the constant
Typing of meaning
In my meaningless existence
Apparently, madness is all I have
And sobriety is some path to reference
And that righteous thinking, and the working-class men
I represented by the exchange of roles
And the existence doesn't look the same
When you're tired
Apparently, we were both tired of the problems
That one of us underwent a sad demise
In the case of your rumination, I make some compromise

It is the wind that guides birds through broken landscapes
Who are yet to find flight as they emerge chronically injured
Fire follows the fiery trail of what comes in its way
Of things that catch it or it assails, none come out the same

Nature's purpose is to give birth, but it also destroys
To grant worth to a weary traveler, it seeks a will to match the destination
To instill love in a thirsty soul, it catalyzes a deep-seated compassion
It also creates magic for the mystics who are of this earth with loftier ambitions

About which neither science nor math can enlighten us
It is an active pursuit of truth and self-defeating journey that is needed
Nature poses questions not as a test nor as a race, but as constant assessment
The result (good or bad) can come through authentic experience

Nature ushers me into a new order, perhaps I might flourish here
I have read the works of the greats trying to come closer to the outcome
Yet daily life is like a disturbed wind that has guided this ravenous bird
This mind cannot enter deep rest until the fire consumes the wealth of the earth

Ambition and greed are of this dry soil
From which grows the envy of others
It is hard, yet you have a choice
And the flower can be love, but you will have to toil

The romance of the yesteryears
Keep the flight of a dance
In the bumblebee synergy
Seems it's all fears
And peas and carrots
Like a stew of yellow lamps and orange shades
The recipe of a direct disaster
Amida the raids
Of a rationed battleground
The war breaks in the sunny west
Where the winter's bright
With the summer it seems
Setting on the night as it's trenchant
Of our near and dears
Peace takes a mind
Of Breed
A pedigree
Of leaks
Terrain is firm
The standing ground is high
With the music low
The yodeling from the south
From my northern seastorm

The beauties that
Aroused me
Are still memories

They may have grown older
But your memory
Makes the stories evergreen

The mirrors of wisdom
Told me I have three eyes
It's better if I was a closet homosexual who didn't care at all

You've never given
Me reasons to stay
But, your love
Catches my eye like a star in the sky

The surprises come
When I'm lonely
Without your lovely
Face on my mind

When I look at the mirror
Your fingertips touch my softly
I wonder what touches my soul
Bringing my mind in focus

Your lovely presence
Must be a disguise

You realize you look like
A little person, you're supposed to wake up blazing Pushkin
Your dream, not my ******* fire
I'm so high, I'm writing into the night now
Fast turning and hurting on the crazy fires, and crazy lives make me thrill the shapeless winner
Finding himself in broken places, breathing goth inwards and feeling the shells in the desert sand
Mirages can happen to anyone
As hope is a dangerous thing
Style without art
Do a dangerous thing with it that's what I call art
The writer told the poet, he loved his talk of fire
The poet told the writer you're a poet too, beat in these neon sycamore trees in gregarious places with looks od city sunsets in heroine's meditation
******* up the fast life, never winding it down as it was something the fire that never said sad things and curses smoke
Into the grumpy old man, looking for murders and phobias and senescence with crocodile looks, a name I cannot tame
A genius I understand, a tatterdemalion poor soul in Heaven, and Hell feels nice
Saying old things now sound nice, the web of conspiracy
What does it mean if I'm stuck in this web?
Anyone tell us, if a beer is a chemical for the hydrogen jukebox as the Phoenix burns with ashes and TS Eliot breaths fire in Burnt Norton
Shrubbery of watered fishes in bushes of the merriment of silent way
Seems nice to be a pleasant person in someone's trombone, jazz tells it lik its
We can't talk about as it is, and explain either
So we talk jazz, and the fiery starry accosted soldiers, let's talk about, jazz what wants to say
I celebrate, and sing of heralding the ferrous thing called knowledge, godly rushing waters rusting these engines with experience
And education, as you atr lisyrn
Quite, not what we say
Shadow of dust, and ashes we are the fire t
To coal eyes, and the rebirth of a thousand suns
In remembering the Gunpowder plot in middle ages reeking with beautiful thinkers in winning titlting greatly never hold me tight
Ghosts of my past, freely fling with ambition
Conviction in my sails, and soundly silence gusts of wind
As the red earth of the yelling virility, in the God that wants Goddess
Simplicity is the honest expression of humbling doubts watch as struggling with words
Written in time, crime and sycamore sights, and the traveling life is what I find in the iconic culturalist of hiatuses and despair
Madness is something I understand, as the centrepop is a luggage
On the culling and dreaming of culture, in a lumbering lintel on the lugubrious lavish lascvious laconic lamentable lassoes on the sky to finish this derelict in the mind of art of the named ones
We have given up on them, ad forgotten the veritatem
We can add our suma lumma dumma stalling forks of stammering bouts of frenzies
We can call a sincere stride in the things talked about in unchained hearts on boggling derailed that was a journey in a nutshell, whiskers are something around
Your ear, I write my lights with faceless hushed winds
We are having cigarettes after apocalyptic Bad Nietzsche in high feelings in sharing broken thoughts
We can climb the politics, and Finnish mines as we murmur through valleys under the eyes
I travel at these memories they look back at me
Think back, looking behind I find cigarettes and alcohol lying on the shelf
****** mysteries summed up in one, I don't have any love, but, I'd love pompous frump myself, being funny with myself
I'm out of humor, now I confess my will and save you alive and lives live wire lively and variables searching for veracity on veritable streets filling childhood with a recovery of soothing bells
Healing your crime, your child in your sleep from the start
Dishing out punishment, on the innocent child and steeling my mind and rulers are the for theologists
In the theremin that plays smiling sessions in our prayer
Innocuous baby, in stand there in my conviction and the message, doesn't get across
The back closets the towels in the faucets staring into your corset waist, and you know that can be dangerous thing hoping for the end to become the bisexual, you've found a new numb beginning

In an elusive way, her disposition
The rays that falls from her skin
Drapes that black and blue can't hide
A bit of shine that comes on the east
Resembles the sun, that is tonight

Let's appreciate our girls
The right way, for one day
Instead, of taking the sunshine
For granted, leaving us only
Darkness, shy of the light
They will turn into women, if you let 'em

The frescoes of the overture
Of the laconic halls that turned
Into silence
The solar system looks right
Cowling and Scowling, and my airplane doesn't have any money
A splendor changed life now my time has come
Repairs and beef
Well, it won't when we have a fight
When I wake up, we make peace
I have seen this one and many times
This isn't the first one of them
Halcyon, as if it isn't the hey-day people
Neo-zoon dweebs who believe in Zeitgeist
However, there is much to be seen in this lifeless thing
You mean a dream
Dreams are just for real
But, it's the reality, I seek your impulsive tendencies
Buttressed by an affinity and this my fallacy
Sounds like a surgical decision if you tremble with fear
Truculent and truant people are here, oblivious of their hatred
Bundled like thespians, these boxes lie here desolate and warm
Keeping your memories and possessions like an image of folks
Hello to your poetic device that thrills my red eyes

It is amazing how
Distance can separate two people
In heart and soul, only to heal them

I'm looking at the world through your eyes
Tonight the birds shall fly
The trees will be verdant under moonbeams
Yet you're always unhappy
Why?

If I died in the fiery explosion
Of some friend and the fire never burned
out
I would lit in his shadow
Engulfed by the encumbered thoughts
The preference for silence comes from this implosion

I chose to get lost
A smidgen of dust
On your nose
My heart went numb

The storm doesn't care
That my heart is numb
But the waves rock my boat
And make me feel the wind

The swarming bullet ant
Learned the subtle of not giving a ****
But, they sting like bees, and can't fly
Like freaking grammar nazis

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

So the music makes me speak
So the seldom spoken
Listens to you
Like wind storms meditating on onset of depression
Gloomy like specious doubt of better times, and the days change
Like that trembling hand that cuts the cake every birthday and every marriage
These are all numbers that can lose meaning after a while

Don't oversell your brothers
There are no crossroads for the sold desolate angels
Only open stores looking for empty looks
Heading out with open books with sealed mouths
For an only child, really drowning in books
Judged by the book, under the covers of the nights of a starry dynamo
We are trying so hard to be rash like rooks on a chessboard
We are trying so hard to be ourselves, ram on with the pain
We are trying out our clothes, but, I feel so cold
Not knowing when we'll be born again
Sagacious beams in your alley, friendly
In the streets of New York City, I don't know what I'll find
I don't what to do today, but, search for a stranger's smile
Kindness is a gesture, I cannot compare
Beyond this world, finding that true love
Warm my holiness, find your shine or get on your knees
Under the moonlit motions often coursing the comely coves
If you don't smile, how can you cry
In mothers
There lay no crossroads
Only doubts, the road is not taken
For a starry-eyed kid in the throws of life
I'm worse for wear, ready for fears
The truth dawns on me and shines on me
On fighting streets that can't live another day without doves
Waiting for the night or wasting the shimming starlight
On waiting for the son of a town hall looking for faith
Or a place to simply stay for the boiling soup
Don't oversell your brothers
To motherless brothels and cheap ***** and vain
Waiting for the son of a town hall looking for pain instead of faith

Wait for me once again, brother in arms after the end of the world
Your eyes are so distant, my sagely thoughts are with you

You have talent
If you can live
In someone's skin
With
Poise

When will you break this winter
Could we be friends softly treaded the pavement
Avoiding being on speaking this cold with talk of summer
Zero summers?
Beloved, set so hard for life
Brimming on the breathless singing whims of wallowing whales
Drowning in the waves of clearer resonance
The sound is muddled, in the pool of screaming blackwater parks
Gems dissipated in the limestone
Shrouded by the faithless sorrow, reflected in the capricious courage, gilded

I have findings
Of mine
I have lifelines
Of mine
I have a smile
Of yours
It does it, for my life cannot ligature
If I have that life, life can do without it
Creation, and creatures of dungeons
So you like dragons
Do you fly in the night with their fire
Or watch the waters touch upon your lifeless gush
Reflection can blush, knife can stag your back

A fighter from
India
But I can't my way to the other side of the border
Laxman and Rekha block it
Amitabh Bachan ka dewar
Sunehra suffer

Write as if your life depends on it
It will make for a comfortable death
Knowing you said everything you ever wanted

When clouds break
The cold rain welcomes us all
Watch their droplets fall
Scattering carelessly on the roads

Dawn brings the light
Reminding me of you
A distant breeze flows through
Stirring the remnants of the night

There is a sky open wide
For us two
We can share it too
But I give my world to you

She was a beautiful girl
With britches on her knee
And stitches that cut face deep
When we turned highways
We found our reflection
Of true visage in the car mirrors
And death in the rear view
Life flashed in front our eyes
Clothes didn't matter
Verbatim, I could recite her favourite poem
That was true beauty
The ephemeral nature of memories
And people too
Memories are all that live

The dulcet tones
Of hearing
A friendly
Voice
In my difficult
Hours

The Sun keeps
The Moon from
Hiding in the dark

Is like
Keeping
Goodness
In Being Earnest

I was lying
With the paper thin frame
Wheatish paper collecting
around the model
Of the statuette
That was muse
For my amusement
My talents in the frozen disguise
Cemented clay

Lost in my shadows
Pulling through
Like you
My thoughts fail
And realizing
My faults later
I pull through

College's out
School for summer
Train your dragon
In the learned down out from the Compton
Play the whips and chains of excitement
Cognized by the frenzied sight
The best grab on the weapon
And handle of the automatic
Send half of it
Never lay on the better half
With dull knife
Looking like Steven Seagal
Retired
Lifeless
And Sen and dead
What to dread about and the jello on my cell sandwich
With the glue in the prison
The criminals on top of me
With the inmates got me out of no more
WIth hallow of God's Plan and **** as surviving
Out of this follow
I don't follow
Change in the unchanged evidence
The lawyer never get out of this crime no more
You could get me a better sentence
Than guilty
You could give me a better sentence than not guilty
With the easy esoterism
And friendly people broke beg with shoplifters
Nearby by the bikini bike clad drinking Alabama queen
Keen and Ken got close to Barbie
Nearer than the relations to that girl
Shack as hell and clothes look Nice
Stomped out of the bet
Running on the track keeps them
Out of the dropping beats down on the loop rack
Cassette holder, scene and action

The darkness follows me
As I chase the sunlight
Shadows fall faster than
The tears

I am yearning love I deserve
I can't be with you
Let your warm touch
Reassure me

A whisper in the south
Called the girl in
The sun set on the frothing waters
And a little innocence went a long way

The storm had just arrived
As the kettle came to the boil
I could've played the flute
In a drunken haze

I spent my days
Exploring the world

She's crying
Oh it's those tears again
That clouds those beautiful eyes
And I can't see anything in them
But they are cloudy whites.
I hope she wipes those fears
That are hidden in her
Leave uneven unrest

Heroism is for the brave
Fanaticism is for the depraved
Iconoclasts of today
Are the outcasts of yesterday

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