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

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

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

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

She keeps telling
Me don't try to hard
It's like looking lively
Living Vividly
I remember every memory
Of staying with her
Whilst asking for my needs
Wanting her even more
Without alacrity

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

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

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

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

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

June was standing in the middle of the crowded queue
She tucked a croissant into her mouth
Putting some sugar in her coffee
She held it in her intertwined fingers
That could clasp a vente and a job, in the beaten shade of the house
Maybe, juggle a phone call, amidst the donut aroma
Yet, she couldn't kiss someone with sugary lips, feeling shy not coy
In a coffee shop
I suppose whoever reads this
Knows deep down
Coffee shops don't sell romance to loners like her
Yet, she understands all the poetry books
Like I do, and she is the perfect girl
Who longs to be as beautiful as those females in poems
I want to tell her she is just right
Her jeans fit well
She thinks they are too tight for her lithe figure
Her shoes are too small
I like that she can compare our feet
Just like a child without insecurities
But, she is like the rain that closes down schools
The kind of storm that moves trees
Unaware of the damage she is doing to herself
And to the poet in me
Love can bring the poet out of a person, after all

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

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

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

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

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

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

After countless days spent
A handful of stars aligned for you and I
I've waited all my life for this moment
It's past midnight, are you mine?

In the language of the universe
The depths of the deepest rivers
I collected a handful of memories
And threw them into eternity

The days spent in vain
And full of pain
After the rain touches the trees
Are you still there?

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

Wounds heal
Memory fails
Scars never fade

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

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

Nothing is louder than silence
No sound is more pure than
The soundless meditation of souls
And the beating of innocent hearts

Yet, I look for beauty
In an hourglass figure
Behind the reflection of a mirror
The condensed dew of a morning sapling

I know I will never find someone
To complete me in the ways you do
Hell and heaven oppose each other
While silence and emptiness are the closest of friends

You shuffle through the streets unnoticed
Sincerely yours
I have to keep your thoughts in my pocket
Shuffling through a pocket full of things in the process of unpredictability
I mess up my numb fingers cut up by the struggle of possessions
These things need my immediate memory

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

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?

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

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

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

You bring me flowers
As your partner
Those I shall water

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

Butterflies hovering over nectarine
Seeds germinating
Water to help me grow
Slowly
Bringing life to this soul
That makes a butterfly's home
Lonely

A woman
A thinker
An artist
All bundled up into Nirvana
We all call false on peace, and nuclear war clarions

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

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

Mind is conception
Of the wrong
Somehow I supposed to just
Feel right
About what's left

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

The lives
Of strong ladies
Bring out the dream
Lady from my darkest
Desires
And give her
Shape in the
Size of the infinitum of this
Universe

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

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

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

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

In the depths of bottled oceans
Beneath the tides of scuttling waves where I find seagulls none
Where fish stride the torrential current
Reside in patience as they turret
Only to find themselves in the shelter of midnight
Oh so gay, without a reason to prise elation tonight

The years pass by
You stay the same
In my heart

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