On your scorched, earth reminded us
You were twisted cedar
You are now yellow and red
Mellow gold in the sun
Crimson in the dusk
And dust at night
You were the sun
Now on the stars, atop a mountainfar from water
The cries of cicadas and locusts cannot touch meadows here after

Let’s fly together on the waterlilies
With the airbrushedstrokes of changing times
And meandering minds, stellar starlight touch my musical soul
Knock on heavin’ doors and hellish floors
Burgundy ******* are all my purple sorority girls want in this year’s model
Let me read you van of people by the burgeoning of December, in a deafening silence of cold corpses freezing raining Winter Wednesdays

I love your bread and breakfast
On the winter mornings in cupped hash brown and coffee
Blowing to cool our girls brimming with glee, steaming past our lurking eyes

Tomorrow brings
My future
Inclined to the
axis of my
beginnings
The sun
sets on the best
of my abilities
As the east
brings the light
on the west
My aspirations
Stand the test of time
I seem to be
Tilting towards them

I used to feel safe
Hiding in precarious dark alleys
Away from the orphanage

Realizing only now
Some friends leave
For better futures and families
In mysterious ways

I used to feel safe
Knowing there is food
That is thrown away
By little men with big pockets
Who just seem to get ahead

Only finding out now
I may have to work as a waitress
Or a cook at an abusive home
instead

I used to feel safe
Thinking about the ****
That gave me birth
And conception to feeling glum
Knowing they'd gone astray

Coming to the conclusion
I had no uncles
And no family friends
Back in the day

I finally feel safe
Knowing there is a place
For attractive women and intelligent men

Little do I know
Intelligence is subjective
And attraction is ******
I get ***** everyday
Never to be praised for my intelligent display

The moon and stars
Are together at night
But every dawn
When I think of you

I realize we're apart

Sages have spoke wise words to me
They flow like invisible ink
Through my veins and my world
As the years go by, like grapes turning to ethereal wines
When my heart grows fonder
I sit and think a little about our surreal time
And write a secret poem, timidly
That has passed through ages
Like that invisible print and fabric of time
From me to you and sweet as eglantine and ageless still
Bit by bit as my love turns to malady
My pen loses it's strength and aptitude
My pallid hands clench on the last glimpse of eternity
My penmanship as the Earth cries
Of your simpler times 'twixt with mine
You are simply my Achilles' heel, my depth and picture
It seems as time goes by
The rest of the poem disappears
Like those forgotten beauties and lies
If you light a match underneath the papier
You will find my abstract love suddenly appears under those lines
As invisible ink flows like a sultry tide, true as fire and ice

God, you're neurotic
Your Jihad
Can't handle the stoic eroticism
Of blackened offals often bloodied, resonant with the old religion

Swapping doves of their feet
And the white wings of the heat
Cannot be seen in the sunshine of a phoenix's sun

There’s something inside me
That lives on without you
There’s something about the moon
That tells me, we’ll meet again too

Lintels and truth
Hotels juxtaposed in the syncopated flickering
Mobile hotels finding their meaning in a portmanteau
Laissez-faire calls for a reaction
Combing through the spring temperament, and passionate loquacity
Counting my words when talking about trash in fashion
Spend on the passing fashion and fester a little ****** peace and penned-letters of good grief from breathless representatives
Hanging from the balance of thought and action, clinging to crippling doubt

Decisions appear colored
When you're on the wrong side
Of the race

Jumping over fences
Is easier
When you're trespassing

I look at the simple things
Keep the complexities in my mind
To conserve my doubt, and move forward without looking behind
In the shadow of death, drop on the counted spells
Conserving God in magic, it's his state of mind that dreams horizons

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

We need blue ice
And air
Your hair takes
My breTH AWAY

“Well, the Francium is resonant with the cell rejuvenation heuristics.”
"So, go to Pluto. Where do I find the little kid? After since I got to you. The dog."
"Spike, Faye's not welcome. Leave her out of this business."
"We made it clear, but, no parting ways unless we find the guy who erased her memories."
"Yeah, maybe you could contact her. But, let's keep it straight."
"Fade into the television; before the victory is yours. Television is on an old couple of people who have coffee and beans; saying them both remind me of all the people I owed at the hot-dog store we just passed by."
"Might be a good idea, right?"
"You think so?"
"Yeah."
"What about Faye and the little kid."
"One of the most annoying kids. He'll find us if we surface on this awful map of nowhere."
"Well, we are on Jupiter. Everywhere is nowhere here."
"You've been here a while."
"The days get longer, each time."

Warmth doesn't lie there
It is the fire in his eyes that comforts
The core even in a world so broken

His piercing glare
Might turn away the lost traveler
But if you look long enough
He does kind of give a ****

She is not afraid of looking
She didn't see past the cold shell

Love's is a senseless verse
La dee da
Goes the dirge

The bitter words push you away
The kindest ones are kept for a bad day
The sweetest sentences are said in a bad fight
The truest words are reserved for your eyes

My love can push you away
My affection can save us from a bad end
Your kiss can stop a terrible quarrel
But, the truth will end this relationship

The sun is beautiful
If you hear the
The whisper of the wind
With it.
Such are memories
That remind me
Of the heartache.
An old clock
Brings me no peace
As it clicks like the years
As they pass by.

Drowning like a fair Kafka in air, with some self-esteem
Writing and reflection turned out on the locks of a dead door
Creating and lending Creedence, to the top floor that reflects on the day
Veritable trust and doubts are broken, trusting that this will the day I die
Riding on a mirror reflection, collecting and toiling
Approving and oleaginous oceans, broken oil and water
Painted like the pinned skies, reds and blues are the reasons that I cannot go on
The thunder and lightning  tautological to Zeus, and the Greek hermaphrodites can take more
These virgins of blossoming breaths that burst like the fireballs of chasing the wind
Calling up and the thespians in the actor studios
And the remnants of stages, broken by the masked Venetian
Ceilings and reconnoitering the convict's dream
He lay in his bed like an insect that had learned to dream, but, learned to spread it's wing first
Breaking his boredom with some mirages and middle ages to read
Occult screams, "Eat cake!"

She was a beauty queen
Straight out of a movie scene
Her scarves draped her closet
The things she owned
Owned her just the same
All of her shoes were just as she left them
You can see a feline cat cross the lines
You can see the blind man fill his boots with dimes
Naked as the lady without her boots
She was as pure as a plastic bag that flew
In the thin blue over the shore
Now, she has lost her world
She was my world and dreams
That try to touch the Sun and get cut
Like a kite in the breeze

Too much to say
Too much to stay for
To stay without it, within it
It is too much to talk about
So we talk about our heroes
And we marry the heroins
We fly like the herons on a rude bridge
Tersely overlooking the mountain moonlight
It could find the gust and lust of guys
It could push the lintel and swing with the massacre
Red and black be my very good din
Black and blue, and red dress be thy rich color
I mean I could be a reader, on your book pile
I live in a book, read it back and it would be steel wings

They say space is without gravity
If an astronaut tries to land
He will need a hand
They say space is empty
Only celestial bodies fill the emptiness
If a galaxy fades, no will notice this
Space isn't all that I pictured it
Yet, Earth is in need of it
That's why it rockets around the asteroids and debris

With her gentle breath
She brushes against my skin
My neck placed in her curls
Embraced in blissful sin

She breathes life into me
Pouring her soul into mine
Coloring me with brushstrokes
Of scarlet flowers and red wine

As I gaze warmly at her
The trees shiver in the dark
And flowers sway in the breeze
Leaving me numb at my heart

She leaves a song within me
That's only meant for the heart
An imbroglio in my soul
And a fresco of the mind

Hey, teddy
Bear can we friends or eternal flowers in a garden
Blossoming together with passion, talk about the passion
Words endow us, as the lack of them help us understand
Hey skull in the eye of the saint's shadow
Shiny stares, be my companion or femme fatale
I wanna shine without craning my neck in pallid scales
We walked into hamlets, cafe looking for love that was callous
It hides sometimes like a callow canto for you
A bit lost too, I suppose these are the inchoate creepers of fincas
What's the verbal cue when you're so scintillating and coruscating
Scaling forests with your vivid, vivacious looks caressing my hilts
No lie, you look better than a tiagus
A fruit from Cezanne's pears and the road is life
Baring suitcases, and battered too
With your dancing days and cold gaze, warming and thawing my heart out instilling blue

Got me on a leash, my by-lines heralded by the perfunctory hooks
Take me out to the freezing forest in neon lights of colorful minds
Tiagus and meritorious places in your eyes, climb on the grass
Mirror them with your coldness in the heat of your mind, the rogue looking glass
The mirror is beyond false compare if I'm looking through you
Mirror them and I can find myself holding you close, sunglasses with flowery spokes
She bent to tie my laces and dealt the cards too
To my child as we find love, I can tell this how we should write
Or well that's how I learned from ya'
Truth, my contemplations never end if they start with ya'
I tell everyone she is the one, she isn't unctuous or sanctimonious

By shedding our souls and peace requires understanding
Ain't nobody us understands like you, yeah
In the cusp of my childhood and keeping the nightmares at bay tonight
I can finally look at the waning moon come out after the sun dates the light after each stanza
Light of my life and the darkness of frolicking thing dancing on the iridescent shore of the frescoes of lithe la fille plus anime  
Having fun innamorata, or thallasophilia of the hills that have eyes
We can share the peak of the fire, and the icy handshakes are gone
The glaciers are meticulously melting in love
I'm still staring at the puddles

The memory of water, fuliginous orchards set ablaze
What are you waiting for, get in first with a blazing letter
Style can be introduced, and that's how I understand vermillion art
Hold you tight in my daydreams and the fire of my likeness
I love the heat of chartreuse and a campfire near a distant river of reflected dreams

Much better, if I limply came with roses
Hugging you tight in my wounded life
And bare our souls or becoming deeper
We can spend togetherness on this night of scattered starlight

In sudden heaven or sudden bliss, that's immeasurable
Either way life or living, you expand my mind amiss
The fire of my likeness, a visceral starry dynamo of minds
What's my verbal cue, when you're the Goddess of my ****** things

We speak in silence and hear the heartbeat
Silent because we don't deserve each other, probably
Assimilating these feelings is an immaculate conception and form-expression in one
You make me and complete me, halcyon I tell ya'

That's a truth stated in scientific truth with calculated looks
That lie like the fires in my coal eyes, although Illmatic eyes are brown stuck in moral kiosks of the midnight soul
The body that walks under cloudless climes
The midnight chimes with the starry skies perturbed
Le écrié drama pensée suiva
Winking at us, or we look at them once in while in emollient Earth

I seek comfort
In my regular life
From memories so alive

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

I'm heralding you in sin
My sights, years pass by in dim dins
Light in pearls of wisdom, oyster requires
Understated silence, clasping us close us to the theological brilliance
We are children in front of Goddesses and humble in the abode of idols
We follow our idols or surpass them, with love can fire up many and change a ton of minds
Chasing our sepulchral souls out of this freeway looking for a kick, and getting a couple of punches in the process of effable ecstasy
Pedestrians can freely run by the festering wars, happy that they are crossing the pursuit of happiness
Once in awhile, fiery and in disguise
Her eyes of crosses, and semaphoring sails signaling the end of a frothy journey, free at last
Tombed and gilded in marble and ancient stone

Jonah is still stuck in the whale
We just don't hear his wails, we just read about 'em in steadfast books
And hear about his cries in the houses of Saturday and Sunday
Going on colder nights, looking for the worldly life in the fast lights
Fatuous umbrage and freights fall into the beauty of intuitive love
I once had a photo, I clicked it and then went on it again
Heralding my sins, and making amends with my lost virtue
Virtuous and happy
And they say happiness lies neither in vice or virtue
Holding the Virgil to the light, and the ****** to the dancing dark

If I didn't have
Control over my thoughts
They'd me throw off the Mesosphere, in a ball of flames

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

Crawling through
Through trenches
Found my way with the fences
But trapped
By Panzers
Clicked their pictures
But didn't catch their
Canons
Anonymous

Tragedy strikes the day
The dawn of an era awaits
But a rosebud's about to blossom
However, it shies away
Even at the light of day

Smile again
Fluttering on leaves
Fluttering through the breeze
Leaves are often withered
Giving home to birds of the same feather
Flocking together

In a world of people
Following inspiring stories
An orphan relies on your kindness for sustenance
This is inspiration
Led by preemptive example
In a world of people
Not for them
But, fear not
Orphans love the food you give them
But, they cannot think anymore
They only think of themselves
This is stratum of ulterior motives
In this world fluent with the language of progress and money

Strolling inside cafes
Made me reminisce the
Slow walk I had kept
While treading the balancing rope
Between the relationships and friendships
Taking cup of tea and a snack
Made the place lighten up
But the warmth go away
I felt I was born once again
Away from sadness
Unperturbed by obligation
Of keeping madness at bay
Until I had nothing left to say
To my mend my ways

Through the burning heart of the sun
Till my thighs lose their tenderness
I shall scurry
Through wet ripe whirpools
Tills bones pick at the bellowing darkness
I shall speak such words
Till the air turns sour

Honey I need your love
To control myself
There is no way you are going away
Against my will as you sail away
We've heard you once before
The time is lost on a Spanish ship
Never have we had a love so deep
We could lose ourselves in it

Homeboy, when will you come back
She is waiting for you
Behind the fishing boat
If you come back homeboy
She will welcome you with a kiss

The only place I can destroy
Is the courthouse
That steals hearts
And owns her art that has been sold
I truly feel all alone too
Without your permission
I cannot indulge in temptation and truth

Homeboy come back
Don't friends belong to you

Standing, it was her I saw
I just couldn't stand her
So at the seams
My eyes grew tired
with life

Black for
The night
Black by the night
Black all through the night
The white light
Of white lines
Chalked out
On a reticent river
The teaching of owls
The flying times
Pass me by
Aging passes me by
If I were an owl
Or a bat
The dark would
Shine in my eyes
The night would
Chime
With my reverberating
Sound and screams
The day keep me
Asleep in the light

Our love was like
Umm...A Book of Poetry
Beautiful, right?
We were shy like a children, full of tenacity

It sat idle on the window sill
Dwindling to a shell in its last days
As we tore a page from its wrinkled spine
Each time we lost our way

It was for us two, but we read other books
We held our hands under the moon, like others do
And while others could ignite fires by sharing a look
I didn't see the inferno to which I would finally lose you

Now the pages are all gone, the cover is a ghost
I still remember, I was a child who was in pain
While your fragrance, I will miss the most
I have started writing again, a new book, a new name

I've opened myself
To the possibility
That love exists
Yet I don't want to rock this boat
Nor awaken this sleeping giant

Loving music with honesty
I wish we loved people's honesty that earnestly
These white lies pile up into a skeleton in a closet
Calcified, and edified into the antonym of amnesty
Secrets can be boring without placing your soul on the line
However, this platonic love will tear you apart
Much like being stuck in this rectangular love
Leaping into faith up to a certain degree
After that, there is only madness and quandaries

The years we loved
The years had gone by
So I had discovered
The years were meant
For our love
For one another

The places I had seen
I thoughts keep
Stay with me
In my restless nights
With my leap from the edge
Of humanity

Drunk on romance
I blink and I blush
And every time I sip
I slip

Sometimes walking on my way home
I used to wonder who owned the road
But, when I saw abandoned souls without phones
I realized that they paid "the place" more attention
Than pedestrians in the traffic-zone
Always busy texting

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

I wish I was staring outside
Of a window
And learning to fly
In my daily daydream
Instead I'm falling
In love

I saw a photograph
The woman looked fallow
I wonder when she gets better
If they tell you the photo is hollow
They are sure of the memory's flaw
And who it belongs to
I hope you find your face
If you're lost in your soul
If you want a few days to hold on to
We are growing old with each pallbearer
Buy yourself another one of us to keep company
Friends will keep you hassle free
When they hand in your notice
It shouldn't come at a huge amount, a tuppence
For a pence you could change the world
If you share it
You are okay baby
The photograph will remind you how you are mine
Your emotions are compartments in my ethereal soul
But, the train has passed, jaded
And so has my reason to live, faded

You're sunlight
The shooting star
When I seem to get far, washing across
the windows
The meadows of the grass fields that look like gold
Derbies and drama raves that repeat
Psychedelic suns that shine-like eyes, that don't see memories
You're topsy-truly, diggity like pygmie that hides form new memories
Spirited away like the creative economy, of the Neo-dystopian novel
That you might read in your spare part shop, but, the wood-chuck that works in sanding machines
Like a hummingbird ******* honey, and woodpecker clucking trees
We are just going on repeat, existing in this vagrant vacuum-like vicious fun universe
Dreams that fly like the antecedent of ambition
Without intelligence, ambition cannot fly like the birdless heights
Semaphoring and titillating like the jets in the celestial stream of breaths, vacillating with every adventure
Vicious disaster falls on the crepuscular lands
Ebullient and eddying like a daydream, lakes that shine like the shores with silver linings
The gold is counting, and the stars are all shimmering
In the Bacchus and manors, land us on this planet immediately
Perfection and make-believe is all it is really, nostrum like novels that I've read so far
I find you in lost books, shining in these fictional devices
That's how I know you are a reader because you tell me these coincidences are surreal
I sure that I make them out to be chances or serendipitous serenity, shooting stars efficaciously

Trees grow vibrantly
By the roots
In the fall
In my picture of a thousand truths

Despicable future lies ergo, ahead here we trade to go
Pretending receptacle, disk-like topsy-turvy and a memoir
The years of strenuous struggle and summer's past
Antithetical to the present, zenith is here we endeth
Hermaphrodite, are you a dove in a flock
Of seagulls, that entices the erudition of like minds
Of yells and drama that show promise of an actionable decision
Derisive, and here's where we toll and we ring like bells
To the signs of perturbation, and anticipation is latent
Derogatory, and denunciated is dystopian life in this derivative
Of residence, maybe, we might mold ourselves into movers and the touched
The items that are among a collection are well-cared and nurtured for
Trembling fear is your colonel who is braving those storms and keeping rank
Somnabulance, serried, surfacing terms of senile agreement met
Setee and servile and set by the beset sentencing of someone on trial
Like I came into the room knowing the poor vernacular of my dreams
The error in my ways was courted by other folks
Floored and my pleas, were met obligating eyes