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

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

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

Cruising together
These are some of
The words that leave the score, too many crushes
Can't keep count
Cruising through
Self-taught, and ignorant
I may have looked past a good heart or two
A bright face, an apple bitten in two
A half palsy person, an amicable snail
We all sail to the same shore, at different paces
Crushed, by the same love and infatuation
Indefatigable, yes?

This ocean is deep enough
Let's sit at sun down
I'll breathe in the salty air
You'll watch the blushing purple skies

You think you know people
But show them a moment of love
They walk away scared forever
Scarred by a stream of lovers

I reach out to your hands
Take your shirt off, holding you in mine
And open a closet of memories
I know you'll get lost without me

I'm lucky to know you so well
As I open my mouth and kiss you softly
And open my heart and let you in
Close my mind and get lost with you

Fire's out
In the tree covers
No goods stolen
Only shade under trees
Still financed easily
And paper's weary
Burned out
Searching for ice caps
Head is in a thunderous dream
And blankets it's sleep in the blinding breeze
Even the paintings
With colluding creativity
When polity finds it's gravity
Like mockingbirds in the trees

The poems that are nonsense
Some work like limericks, and eddy
Like jokes on a drink of scotch, and a talk on Neal Cassady
The luncheon, and criminal affairs, the belted ladies with their cummerbunds and burgeoning wishes
The moist coffee, that touches you cupcake lips and kisses the dessert foam
The creme brulee, cider, and apples, you take bites and Bill Evans that plays the ebony and ivory
Stones that rock organs, keyboards, and rock changing streets
The streets that billow of cigarette meditation and ****** addiction spread like rated multiplexes meant for adults
Taxi cabs looking for some darkness in a handful of destiny

Under the bare, pale moon
As I burn hot and blue as a cold star
Hold me tight and secure tonight
If the leaves fall from their heights

In winter's heart, within the icy
Bring me close in your arms
Please let me love you with what's left of me
Only the tenderness of a summer breeze

This poetry lives on the mere thought of you
Building me up with strength
In the face of darkness, giving me light
Before I die in springtime

I was avoiding
The skydivers in town
The parade fell like chutes in steel moon, tanks never passed the *****

Wounds heal
Memory fails
Scars never fade

I run my fingers
Down her hair
Get entangled by the color
Of blushing skin

Golden hair like the sun
Crimson blush
Likened by the sun rising
Darker than the nights I had
My morning glory

The natural look that should be found in eyes
Comes from beautiful presences
Cumbersome, as it is the eyes are of the essence
The body is for rest and decision
You move and you are what you think
Either engrossed by moving or stuck in a lucid dream
Are you naturally connected by the feeling of what moves you to the core
Simple romanticism makes it rather difficult for us to understand how basic is this primal instinct
Is it really ancient or are wired as being who made up by some kind of pseudo-pixie dust
The body is vitiated by errors
I still look out for your features in other tendencies of pedantic behavior
I like my women like I like my thoughts
Calm and composed like the constellation of Cassiopeia

The optimist is technical about his dreams
The realist is political about his philosophy
The pessimist is looking at the glass, wondering
The politician is sure, he will drink up the whole thing
Wings of fists should be hurled at these inns situated with flings
The banker is sure that he will follow the stars of confusion
When the houses crash like the ending of radicalism or shaking money-makers
Stringently, striding, stirred-up; I can't get enough
Staccato, semaphoring, please stop; was that you, or me
Stentorian or is it a voice, just a word that gives me sesquipedalophobia
Too many words, by now that why we should leave immortal institutions
Following Immanuel's Kant's words, he'd have a palpitating heartbeat, since, I generalized philosophy
I guess we let six days of fiction fly, why weren't olden people persuing
Reading their manuscripts, and making books by the 15th century
Can find me a couple of ordinary names in a book of deities?
Half-measures and half-wit got me nowhere
Arriving somewhere, as I arose to the departed memory of dying
I feel alive, this might be just the bird that flys
God, please do not fight me or make me slap myself for wanting more.
Since it's a Genesis' Ornithology, truth is only subject to philosophical argument, or religious extremism

You bring me flowers
As your partner
Those I shall water

Years have gone by
My enemies became my friends
But, my friends never changed
Years have gone
My tears turned to hope
Hope is a beautiful thing
It changes how you think
Hope is found where the lost souls
Find love, my friends
Find out where you lost your spark
This Valentine's Day

Civilization is born
In an instant
And lost forever
It does resurface often; don't count on it

The traces of logical development
All lost to the constant brisk stride of progress
The pace of everyday with broken sidewalks that line the streets
All missing from the newspapers I once read; my eyes have bled

The people who once existed become memoirs
Those memoirs with celebrities, now memories
All have been cast away and exiled
Only to come and meet us at our destiny

Children whom you loved to play with
The game has changed, my friends
One must start again
To make it into the books of history

I chose to get lost in your eyes
There was a smidgen of dust
On your nose; my heart went numb
An ocean ushered in the sun rise

But love is a two way street
I wondered what would happen today
I shared a breathless sun set over the ocean
As noon subsided, you gently held me

I watched how you stayed a second more
As you flipped through the books
For the parts of the novel that caught your eye
The storm came as the ocean roared

Yet, this is our time
Or whatever is left, I gave to you
Like a song bird, I sang to the sky
The storm doesn't care that I am lost

Whatever is left is taken by time
Your entire beauty, mind, and affection
Are all lost to the cruelty of circumstance
Yet, as an ocean carries life, you carry immense love

Compromise if you must
Leave people if you please
But, you must not please
Only left with the appeased the deceased sanity
Is leaving with the knowledge of despair
I sacrifice and some more
To desist you, I won't take your answer for the ultimate
Truth for two days
Seriously, could resist pint broken and teeth shook
The wars and the broken nerves cling onto you
Comforting you from the fear that you're not here
This place is only for us to tread without tears

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

Abstaining not rejecting, my love's memoir regarding my primrose bouquet
Soul or soulless, my garden will grow grey
Flesh or fleshless, my heavy heart everytime shall know flight
I know I cannot reminisce her face without unrest
As I shall finally know neither arrest nor movement like the solace of rain
In the jet black night my body writhes in pain

My words died soon
With the clouds of doubt and foggy memory
In it submerged was a polished car
I kicked the tire as I wallowed in the mire again

The time's tops
Olden are we
With talk of ahimsa and dreams

The years pass by
You stay the same
In my heart

You're the queen of my heart
I don't remember your name
But, I call you the killer queen
When you treason, you become a king crusher

Silence the terrorized halls
Sat across us, the fiery recalcitrant
Deck the halls with burning classes, obomoe'er
Brazen, kindred dust, fearful of teaching
Preaching the halls, just the silence stood still
Among the students scared of the teachers
Or the terror of the temperamental rabble, hedging for the bench
Edging from the kicks from the underbelly of the table
Friends seem like the same dinners you had in silence
The teachers seemed like familiar friends, in this educating experience
******* your teenage thumb, the rising
Violence, for the sudden sunflowers, rising for the sun
Sun for the dense sending, billowing and asunder summed up sheets
Totaled and examined, they ******* passed

You'd never believe
When the TV lit
It showed me the stuff of the news
It showed me the caressing touch of your hair

Below the seams
Leaving a crack
I can see a way to your heart
Finding my way back

It's a misty-eyed story
A sad eye and a crazy quirky thing called innocence
Love seems lost
From those who wander away
From the reflection of an eternal soul
In her nature

The boughs break
Showing a route
Paved by fireflies
In a magical forest of twinkling lights
The winking elves tell me
I've found my life in a pile of dreams

Let's write of simple feelings
Simple times and simple flings
Why complicate it with an open dictionary
Let your words flow, you are the true visionary

Let's open our hearts
And see the clockwork that spins
And spins so lovingly
Until it stops on seeing beauty

Let's free our minds
And see what liberates it
Its love, my friend
And our heart understands it

I'm pumping out the place
With my lost
Trace of my relatable life
Moving on from the memories
Lay in a ball change the stories for the diaries
With the journals and manuals
You can be my boy
And men in the ill convoy
We make a great team
Lets jester and yap about the time to jam
Treat for the test in the yellow lane in the floating vehicle
Shameless
and excited
As I am punished by my incitement
It ain't nothing nice
It's a ruse
Well understood and I told not do that yourself
Do it to their breadwinners and fathers
Part of the same human race
Class of men
Freed by the chains of enemies

What's a bird that doesn't have boots
Looks like a flamingo that flocks
And keeps it's feet up
What's a clock that doesn't tick
That radio can't relate too
That's we look for Radio Free Europe and daylight savings
What's the paper without a President
Counting days when he leaves, ticking time bombs
The bombs' without a clock
Hey Bob meet Charlie
Meet Tango and cash in your walkie-talkies
Cute meet between people who think, it takes two to tango
What's an avian bird that doesn't congregate
A gourmet meal
What's an eagle without the snake's shadow
A prey to the Sun and Moon, the nocturnal death
The snake sleeps with his head in the bagging
The sagging berry that doesn't taste sweet
What's a bird without wings
Is the imagination of the intelligent intellectuals
Looking for talent among ambitious, some have mirages of migration
What's the boot without the footer
A shorter foot, with a missing boot of homeless beggar
What's a barber without a cut
A devil's haircut for the witty purging fearful man
In loathful Vegas lost in its insipid disease
Trees and the malls, the Palio that looks the same as the Patio
Sounds like Caesar's Palace in a word salad
What's rubber with a tip
Some pocket full of things
A change of style, and wallet of wads of cash
Paying for the dinner and the present commitments with the lady in the bleeding ceiling
What about the lights, the gumboots shine in these muddy fishnets

please come back. If you can't, tell me where you're going

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My imagination goes places

You can't hear me
But, I can
Prove my voice is real
Standing without reason
Like a silver and gold statue
Opulent and meant for tourists

I walked into her apartment, her hands I held
Her hands were boney, sinewy, and weakly curled
Around mine
She had a good life

Among the lamp shade and sewing tools
Carelessly strewn, I held her head on mine
I cried out my lungs
Imagine my surprise when she spoke

She wanted to live
Because life was full of passion
And friends should not be set aside
For death can always sit beside in silence

Her scent filled the room
Fragrance that reminded me of fresh air
The windows were open
She had let out a sigh with rising sun

Her eyes twinkled like the oceanic green
Stars paled in comparison to such sheen
Death never looked so serene
On a face

The recipe of the free educating disaster
My city light experience
Was traumatizing as well as moody

Catch a fading star
Hold me now in Mars
If the universe goes a bit far
Don't worry, let the world stare through

Catch a burning supernova
Hold me now in Neptune
If the universe seems blue
Don't worry, the world won't fade away too

Catch an interminable wormhole
Hover over the rings of Saturn
If the universe feels like a cradle
Don't worry, the civilization can depend on you

Just let the stars shine on you, you fool
On the moon

Sender's search for grain
Demeter's semester of scintillation
Of silverware
On the table
Dining for two
The reflection in the knives
Too?
A lonelier glare keeps her
In the view of my stare
When I find the deer among dragons
In the spectral leer
Head-full of facile fantasy
Mead in her brown glass
Blue blood-bad blood
Broken heart
Doe running
Easier in than out
A sprightly dash
Like burgundy brings a smile
Her garbed lipstick
Full of vamped veritaserum
With a mindful of cultured curiosity
I filter out her secrets
In the question of ad quorum
Of my justice
That is my fiction
That is my end
Of my imagination
Harboring my death
In the clasping hands
Of winsome women with schemes
So lithe
Feeling solace
In nothing but a heartbreak
Love is the rose
You just got to
Let it grow

The homeless sit on their
knees
Forgetting about the tatterdemalion and
The grease
Money fills their pockets
Full of holes
One that takes it in
And the one that puts it in tin
Sleeping soundly
But ill

Emptiness is the chimneys
Looking at the sky
When the soot cleaners, they look
Worse for wear, looking at the change
In scenery, like blackened-witnesses with clean wrists
Happy for struggle

The world is an oyster
They say
But it could change
An oyster
In the ancient aquatic
Abyss

You count the buttons
On his shirt and the eyes
In his closet, as he has a suit of many colors
Like a bird with a ton of rumination
A man and no imagination can never be rich
A man with courage has a soul that can never be poor
He just gives himself to social shambles and eccentric people
Redolent about his hysterical naked self
I seem to forget that childhood was filled with punishment
That turned into a crime, and my soul healed by being with POW
Or the children of war and the creed of a generation
Seemed to hear the elevator muzak, and left me linked to the radio
Tombstones couldn't scream, and the sheer shrieks of podiums resounded
Children were starving with hunger whereas they should have been assigned shrinks
In his closet, there were many skeletons
All them starved to death, and funnily they wore gregarious looks and suits
Constituents of an open book of spells
Changed its text with each levee flooding the Hell gates
Of lawmakers, the conviction of suicidal souls
Someone killed himself again and saved by the tolling hell bell
Heck, I could write better than this, and **** the freewill
Heck, I could call the man on this and ask for the rights of women and children
Heck, I couldn't provide for my own children and heal the heavenly souls facing the hellish war

In his closet, their qued a ****** questioning his own wit

A poem is a pious expression
Of someone who looks into your
Dubiousness and objectivity, like Ayn Rand books
The perfect pedant would read it to you like book titles, for untitled readers with framed wallflowers, like a dying sun

Lighting up like fires
torn by the ash
Born out of the amalgamation of
ash and dust
Cast out
Someone special
Discovered out of the seemly sash
Sprinkled illusory imagination
Found in the libraries
Thereafter
In memoriam of the past

Mendaciousness amiss, my teenage
Fillibuster, towards my frescoed haired fray

Etude and capricious aria fawning in veritable aversion
Casting aspersions, with much alacrity

Surreptitiously digresses whilst crescendoing sucre sedulousness
Aspirations forced with petulance and force Carpe Omnia, rather jejune

Creedence clearwater crepuscular Crimean wars, perfunctory indeed
Katydids antediluvian lintels limit ospreys that fly across desires of frost

Dry dreary doth dubious dolorous dunes do much, take me too
Destined to dream beyond dimly lit dimes that count as time
Desired ecosystem

For those giving up on the end of the tunnel
The last shadow stands in the way of your travels
For those who have given up on happiness
The last answer will clear the fog of questions
For those who cannot conquer fear
This is your last burden to bear
For those who have given up on love
Don't. There is no why.

Screaming in public
I make a scene
Females take example
Movie's in the making

I want to talk to someone
In the house of cards
But, never ******* fall so we rummy, dealt under

Mother you followed
Me through strife
Now I'm closed out to myself
Like closed doors
Of an open place
Just there for greetings
My life found meaning
Living up to your ideals
Talking all time
Later I'd understand the wheels
That took me through the fields
Of gold
That were just dead
Understanding that auric was the color
Color became an ideal
Tying me to my unkempt hair
Filled with ideas
Places I went to never came back with you
Flowing through you
Now understanding you
Seems like the beginning
Of birth to me
The Bible doesn't mean much to my
Mind
Even on a comfortable Sunday
Doubtful of my life
Debts caught me inept
Until others crept
Mother you kept them out
Strings of paper
Offered in your memory
Maybe you can't remember me
I found your memory
In just the remnant of me