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

Avidly adventurous
Misses her old self
When compassionate
Among strangers

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

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

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

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

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?

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

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

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

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

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

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.
****

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

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

Got a job
Started a club
Didn't wanna fight

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

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.

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

Heart and soul
Tin and man
Can and ham

The stars
Sees us
As a grain
Of salt

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

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My imagination goes places

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

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

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?

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?

Friendship is a single soul
Dwelling in two bodies

Competition is two bodies
Dwelling in one hobby

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

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

Perhaps a stone throw away
Are our children
In Old age

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

Hate's a responsibility
To take sides
Against the enemy

You seem like poetry
I can call you nice things
And whisper for more
Whisk the rhyme
The lines
Explain the meaning
Of the score
Of the musicality

Why throw away yourself at another woman's arms
Peaches and cream and the passion and hardly writing
There's be no doubt y'all
A praise a worshipping phase of welling tears
And the years for your enemies making the time for your equals
Keep the pressure under the pager
Turn it on
Keep out of the park
It can't be found
Got personal
Took you out
Had pencil shades of your portrait
The hive the imagination of an old man
How's Dad and what's answer
Are gonna stay, play the same game
Home alone and never coming out
Staying at your place your T-shirt
Not taking a chance, it's too cold outside and
This is getting kinda cheesy

The sketches of you
Summer and stone cold like a buttercup under the weather
With the freaks and the underwriters and the scammers from the IRS
And terrifying nice try
There is a frozen expression
With the impression and the same way I was made for your pulse and energy
The rhyme and the distractions
Are pooling in the effect
With the range of motion foreign
There was a place I could stay and go to
They told to stay in the visions
They felt bad about us
And tell us to behave ourselves
And get better
From the start
The yellow cased window and the blue shirt
Made a green signal
Don't explore the art of the deal
The people ready to bawl at the sight
Of violence
There's no effort and no love
A couple of paintings of sadness

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

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

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 ******

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

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

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

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

If you're in pain
You're hurt
Not by stumbling onto love, but by skipping happiness
Take a leap of faith on, to the bridge of life
And you'll know life could better with a little love
Trusting people is that leap of faith
That is the power of knowledge, and what it offers
If I'm wrong, I don't want to be right
No one can be certain of the brilliance of law of cause and effect
Dedication, determination, the diligence that's the way of life and eradicating evil strife

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

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

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