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

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

Are you a rebel of the mind
Fiddling with ideas
Unsatisfied with what you find

Greatness
Comes
When their is flair
In his perfect
Imperfections

Sugar in her life
Vanilla is the name
Sugar runs down the event

Friendship is a single soul
Dwelling in two bodies

Competition is two bodies
Dwelling in one hobby

In the obstructed morning, a place of didacts
And pedantic passerby, and social vista of Perdido and ambient arcane fires of love
Perdition could be sensual, or superstition could be unsatiated
We could obstruct our cozy mornings with dingy dreams and bright cups of coffee, love's a new game
Reading books, and placing our shiny spectacles on the bass guitar, the coffee is getting cold on the plate
But, the table gets hotter, too bad the kitchen is too big without you
The bed is getting smaller, as I toss and turn, and dream of the real you is perfect
The dream of love and the idea of a bed better with just you, you make me collate these feelings and place my nosegays just right.
Perfection requires the right hand of time.

Hearing after
The seeds germinating
If you listen to these living things
The fire opens the door to fears
I've lost my steps, on the stairway of steps and falling stairs
Which one goes to life I wonder or do I have to climb
I'm lost, but, I go up falling out of the tree of life
Newton, apple?

High profile society
Keeps me in the fray
Of living with
the making of time
A simple prayer
As cool as the game gets
Trying my moves in every way
I guessed my hopes
For life
Are icily broken in the fire
That burns

Simple beauty
Make a great poem
A fish in the breezy sea
Easy as the wind
Break his stance
With sudden romance
Breaks his singing sordid voice
Explains that the melody stays
The same as the singing voice
That hopes that you go beyond the tower
With a ringing bell
The guitarre a mela
Of the city light
Mac De Marco friend
To the relators to your friends

Avidly adventurous
Misses her old self
When compassionate
Among strangers

Feeling sentimental
Your throne of gold has turned to silver
You have gone mental, there is no lining on the cloud
All you can see is gold, Midas
Sleeping in fields of gold, sleeping under the clouds of cotton seeds
Germinating roots bright as the sun too

Feeling like I love you
Your throne of gold has turned to silver
You have gone mental, there is no lining on the cloud
All you can see is gold, Zizi looks at you fondly
With a goose feather pillow under your heart
Cotton cotyledons flying in the sleeping trees swirling in the cots of friendly swirls caught up with the weatherman

Got a job
Started a club
Didn't wanna fight

All your tears are fresh in my mind
Yet, I wait for every clear morning
Wrestling the desolate storm without hope
Hearing closely for sight of some longing

I remember when we watched the rain
A rogue wind hit us and we were the same
But every rush of the waves drew us further apart
We tried to justify the isolation because help never came

What can signal some change of heart
The sun and Earth are quite estranged
We are birds of the sky worn by the gusts
We're enduring the storm's eye in August

It's October, I listen to the beat of the heart
We have seen worse times in the past
Moving ahead from our last, first to last
To start a fire, you have to light a spark

I met a traveler
Form a game that can't feel
Maze lives in the belladonna leaves
Icarus turn those wings into rust, gold my ashes, my medical soul on my broken boulder
It's so tough to be a better person, like a world-less prisoner
He' my life, oh ye my breath take lazy life, got your head on a dinner on the spirited dinner
He needs a talk, for a typewriter
my life caught on to you like a pushy burrow
Childish dreams left in the grateful lackadaisical
With the bone, breaking with anticipation
,left with mad lake and the angel singer
I end a badge to marker my badge oh wise sinner
With orgiastic life, within the graces of molasses that malice
Novena, we art thou in the Garrett in the chalice
If you take me on a holiday on the sun
If you are breath, take my life away
In kindness as gesture, is frenzy and the freak that reasons
The lad that takes our pries away, and our judged prairies
The laughter takes the ostensible mad cap, in the praises of June and July, April's frugal rage and jejune nature
often the hen and the cage go away together, as we live in the setting sun of the rooster day,
We need you to fight this right, where halycon coniferous trees tease the bullish flags, in the wasted landslide
Take my breath,  toast my roses and my your tassle for my gown
And the glasses on the Mildred, chicken, toad, gully boy when we fell in love with a pastor
I search for gist
I find your head in the list
What's you number on coffee town, and the gestalt of the grocery roses
I love, I loved my hips to marry your handles
The plumber said war is hell on the falling doltish to the emanates scent with nature
I'd w03space
I want your festering war, not your love I want your litter
I want the sun, but you got the iridescent garrisoned moon in your eyes instead
I like the rain, to hide the clouds
A simple heart to warm the clouds
A thunderous clap to start the rage, Harrison the ark
The years of twenty slaves
Brought rage
Often his life will be taken, and take hath will
Portage him in leeches
Beseeches to turn into an earthworm, some parts still made
Us so ugly, but, so evil
us so beat, laughter turned endlessly ugly
Your so hello together, in the farewell of Novembers of rain, there is the year of the Marks, the coin of Allegiance
Brought down the heart of the JD Town
I really never, take the path that lead
The speak wilting flowers, friends that fall with the start of gully pads
Deli pads, that Galahad brought on boughs and stare
Here and there
Stare and stone roses, stony ******* turned to red earth
Take my rain, Singing rain burn my world's fire
My hearts bleeding to earth, but, my mind wants your flail thistle, whistle
Whistle, with the wind, resonant stars with the innocent picture

Peace is always, innocent picture is peace
The protest march laughs at the approval of consolation
Is your name a falling star,
is your mandrake root cat, hot innit roof your name in fallacy, and I can't have your name.
But, I want your toys in the yard.
Maya, In a torn nation good clothes are laying baby's than a cold lie in the heart of darkness.
If you leave your **** on, I want you to leave your hat hanging.
****

Even now, after all this time
You sing to epistles, seduction, and kismat
Waking up in the mornings, brighter
The hips jostle, saying yes, fly me into the horizon  
What's sunrise, what's the night's desire?
Where is your sister?

A friend of mine calls
In the stormy night
She cries on the phone
Says she wants a lover

She's afraid of being on the run
She says she can't be on her own
She needs someone to hold her close
I can't let her go

She lets me be her only recluse
Soon she will have to choose
It will tear us apart from inside
We'll share hearts that have died

We will be singles on this night

I know she's scared and doesn't trust
I know she thinks that I can change
But, I can't change the way I feel
I see just the two of us

It's tense, I tell myself quickly
I'll tell you, no matter how you tell it
There's no way to run from the truth
She knows it too

We're like two parallel lines
Never bound to meet
Except when we look back in time
They seem to fall into line

We will both be singles on this night

Pellucid curdled feet
Lucid readers, and revolution
Volition and asking for your breaths for diction
I hope to judge you by your footsteps

The semaphoring of the secrecy, and the revolutionizing
Concept of secrecy and its state of mind
The mercy of the individuals, and analogous amalgam
The terse temerity of mindful me and the minefield of landmines
Stevie's blind, the organs plays through lyrical bombs
Sir Duke shone his light on the prodigal son, the goodness in the train of thought
Could be graded A, but, I'd give a plus anime for your animated expression and it was a gas
For the poor submission of the poetic device and honest heart with which you wrote your ravenous hunger in words of Arthur Milner
"Get out of my chair!"
There are no words only stomach grumbles, and the chair texts
I foolishly crave for spring lust, the autumn leaves are up next
They're raked like the Four Seasons of the Earth, like the raw dog of Iggy Pop
You can top-it up with cherry please, on top
Like the ice-cream and vanilla, and the talk of deriding each other
Popping this bubble would be make-believe like a shortcake

Here lies the endeth lesson
The believe ends
With the jejunellies stop when the lies
With the dandelions as we garrison the climb the steppe can climb
Here lies the free will lies within the girl
Sighs again
Here lies the pressing mead, measure mulling Axylon
Here we are on the stars and under the stars
Halcyon halo when london burns
You heart burns in London
I left my hands on her ken
I left my heads on her akin
Leaving the burning the stormy ******* women
The jealous ones can live their jealous lives
I wait for the doubts to come
Foolish boor said sanctum caitiff
Sanctorum can live for life on fir trees
I sang with the wild
I traced the wild
I touched the wild
To land on the stale sky
There lies the mon dieu sais je toujour aujour quest ce que sil vous avec pense ecriree
LA nous allons
Le fille de magnique
Le mille du pont connais pas
Francais pas non je pardon ne moi
I'm singing because my heart is silent
THe roses can turn blue
If my roses afternoon falls with the ashes
If my love fails pick at my hate, Teddy Bear
If my journey fails me, I need your silent stare and your wisdom
I feel high, kono kata de kai mono kono warui na
It's a bus, a bus that travels farther than the metro station 4th arrondisement
Howling wind, carry us in he moonlit spoon
I burn myself in a silent way when the weight becomes last
Orange bushes and red roses in the fir trees
Axylon and Pamphyllion
Greater than good lives serfs had found their freedom
Heading out into the world I had lost my love

The stars
Sees us
As a grain
Of salt

Do you remember?
We once smoked a spliff
On the terrace, fantasizing
Barely thinking about the world

And life came crashing down
And a phantasmagoria of colors
Became a black and white picture
That I shared with myself from then on

All that was left was my sobriety
A lemonade, coffee, and bitter orange peel
You, instead, had bitten into a meringue of stimulants
By then, you had left the world for some solace

Love's a game
In the beginning
But ends
Pretty quickly

Hate's a responsibility
To take sides
Against the enemy

How do I say this to you
Here's a song
Of when the heart quivers like a fool
Through dusk till dawn

At dusk, the birds scale the cityscapes
As the magic of summer appears
The sun escapes
Into the clouds filled with tears

Then the moon shivers when it is dawn
It holds the dead stars in its embrace
Without any anguish, it calls out
To the burnt out comets that I chase

What are we if time cannot be measured other than by infinitesimally iridescent radiation be irrelevant?
As the people say we are bound just by the petulance of common life, and should not pursue higher ideals other than a plea for justice
Respect is earned by faithful people looking the dirt kicked in their face
It is better to be torturous to oneself than to seek logic for loving their flaws
Men judge more by the passage of hand by someone noble than impoverished farsightedness of a person with Dutch courage and Machiavellian results
You fall in a pretending game, and you find pretentious faces looking back at you
Wealth brings a drink, and drink if you must to lose yourself in poetry
For beatniks it became drugs, and the rashness brought them fame with a little spark of madness
I guess some of us are mad about the lunacy of this lacuna of neoteric tendencies
It could be art if you are obtuse enough to look beyond how modern politics has shaped the nature of stability
If you could be satisfied with the way you are going
Then, you might be on your way to the other end of the world
Where the political institutions are well-affirmed by their legislative decisions
While we look at hate has evolved, some of the proctors of hate of infecting our ideas beyond your comprehensive yet my colored knowledge of hatred is best shown in freedom in mindless
Yet, there is so much sadness on this planet in color
Paradise might as well be a dichotomy between photosensitivity
Like a motion picture where the title actually seems unctuous
With high octane, some poems do tend to get their questions well ordained
All of this is in my prior assessment

In a glass of snow
I stall the globe
In the whiteness
Of my sellout shows
And the circus cries
It's unfinished story

Ideas are bulletproof
But prayers
Only promise God's shelter

Men are afraid of the light
When children
Are in fear of darkness

I may have brought some answers
But I haven't brought thoughts
That have the most authentic perspective

That's why for ideals for fruition
Take name
From a tree of appellation

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

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

The contemporary times
The early watch
On the ethics
Of society
The toughest love
The easiest to
Lose to piety
Of society
The education doesn't understand
The ill-informed citizens
Losing to conformism
Of society
The years go
With fears
Losing our innocence
The hunger for achieving
Comes from dreaming
About working
For it

Heart and soul
Tin and man
Can and ham

Crimes are a thing of the past
Always brought up as a standard
Always determining who grew up fast

What the caitiffs don't realize is
Crime has no credibility
It is just a ruse to trick
So, when the time comes to fill your idol's shoes
You're just a wayward stone that ******

The rebellious who molds with the trial of the represented class
Objection, I declare war in the crazed afternoon
Of understanding other's objections flashing presenting the case to the public enemy

You and my embers
And stars, seen as reasons
Of structuralism and dismembered screens
The language reads like meditation, but, the turmoil asks for liberty
Phoenix's rising outlands of different freedom and similar solidarity
Selling their dust by the pound, and becoming apparitions by the boughs

Cradled in my arms
Curls falling in the sleeping streets
Of my legs
I have fallen for your charms

I am enthralled yet so sad
To let you pass so easily
And you sojourn my grave
Ergo you go your way or we go mine

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

Some letters lay near the bed
For the last three days, half read
My day gets a little tougher
As she's been on my mind lately

I'll lazily stretch my old joints
Yawn a little and tousle my grey hair
My legs feel heavy as the clouds before a rain
If I wake up to the thought of her again

Entering a spiral of despair is so so easy
Staying afloat is the hard part
And a stroll always clears my head
My mind can wander

But in my heart
I've carried the pain of old love
I've carried the weight of old regrets
Now, I'm nursing old wounds

When the night comes
The breeze will rush
The spirit of dawn will caress my soul
Telling me today will be different

But it isn't really
Because everything I do is for her
So I'll learn to live for myself
As time heals those wounds

Langurously and dangerously inundated
These lines refrain from the veracity
Of the veritable mendaciousness of mending ways
The lugubrious feeling that causes lack of preemptive reason
May cause reprieve for our suffused mistakes
In time these will be lambasted, like barren lands
Famished by the deprivation of azure
These mortal beings want to condoned, not reassured
But, their actions are condigned by active enforcement
Of the very halcyon sights and commanding selpulchre
Tendencies of this predilection can cause the veritas of arboreal
Forests that turn into tiagus
Form the basis of the very animus among the conquered and divided by malice
Maladroit and mawkish, we are slowed down by our emotions
That's when pathos turns to emotional appeal
Lacking all integrity of dignified subversive statements that need studying
Sequacious individuals often disregard the employing of arduous words
While believing in abstrusities that should count as absurdities
Within these are caitiffs looking to follow the williwaw
When the crowd gets along in fiery cohorts and ardent cavorting
Are we simply gruntled?
Or are we turning into ice?

Every secret admirer
Every conquest is written
Is written avidly in your soul, and highly doubtful

When you laugh
I laugh gladly
If you cry
I cry quite a bit
When you left me
I didn't know whether to
Laugh or cry

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

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

To you this is my song
In this earth
That needs so many people
Like you

Be someone
Whom you can love
Without any question
Without anyone holding you down

To you this my last call
If I can't be the one
To make you feel beautiful
I'm just not the one to look to for the right words

I know what I'll name this song
It will shoot stars in your stomach
The music of the verses will make you long
For a word that is no more or less for the ******

This is a song for you but not me
It will be clear that my pain is an ache
The river of gold in these lines will run free
You can share this disease

It's a song that means so much to me
You'll just fake a laugh and clear the air
I like a fool will read into every gesture
That's my nature

Press your ears against her
Heart
And tell the world she was beautiful
With yours

To me all girls look the same
The women who love having fun
Look as indistinguishable as each petal
On a flower under the radiant sunshine
But, girls become women
Dreams become reality
Everyone undergoes change
Change is constant
But, transformation is rare
Girl, you'll be a woman someday

It's not that I don't
Like being myself
I just cannot see myself
Without you and I won't