Take a subject
And make it human
And the concept is accessible to the public
That is wisdom

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

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

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

When I fell into depression
It felt as if I was being dragged
By a stone tied to my feet
Into an endless ocean
I guess I never learned to swim
Everyone got far ahead of me
At least I learned to float
To stay alive

Sweeps the
Dirt on his clothes
With disappointment in the heart
Coming to a broken
Home to lost souls
Looking for his mum
Stop throwing kids
On the street
Where they have no name
And no identity
Give them homes
Illegal immigrants
Somehow get trapped
In this country

For a person being alone
Is a form of recluse
Because they have no excuse
For letting people into their tiny worlds

When we grow choosing who we let in
Or world collapses as bricks do
Out comes the dust and rubble
And emptiness subdued

In life there is no taking
After death, nothing follows us
If we leave love below
We shared something human and true

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

She has a mask
For every day
When she loves me
She can't kiss me
As she's got 20 masks
But, the one she has on
Is the one that protects me
From the years of struggle
And destiny
With her I know I am a real person
But, when I cough
She thinks I've got the pandemic
I wonder if love's a serious disease
Or COVID

You and I will fall in love
In an endless song that goes on and on
That is found in the gentle sway of the trees
As well as the storms that alert the seas

The stars may shiver in the distance
Yet every morning there is a sun for you and I
A kiss is a moment of kindness
Your hug is an instant remedy

Your laugh, whispers, and cries make a complex melody
I'm fiddling with my hair every time I think of you
On some days, my heart doesn't believe in us
Time and time again, it will hold onto its purpose

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

Stars on the bright sky
Midnight starry light
Come out of the cloudless child
Round moon change us today
A new day of the year of the tiger
Scarred skies taking down falling mandrake cries
Rooted in lonesome stargazers gallant souls
Looking at the stars makes realize how I'm small
I am small after all, never in my wildest dreams
Did I try to count the stars in the sky
I just waited to catch them instead

Catch a falling star
And never let it fade away

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

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

The life of the party
Keeping kids
Away from drugs

If you haven't felt the soul crushing joy of being adored
Your arms are yet to be filled with the body of someone
You cherish and adore
It is like adorning a warm sweater in autumn

If you haven't felt the vibrations of the universe when in love
You need to give yourself to her hugs
And she will surrender herself to your charms
With every word and kiss, you shall feel disarmed

If you haven't felt truly complete frisson
You haven't found the right person
Who can level you with her eyes
And disguise

Paint and anoint all the colors
Bleed into one
Color my face into anyone, like a nosegay
If I love, it is because of you

As I sketch your face in grains of loose sand
The waves crash and the ocean sighs
The skies call out to me in the chatter of stars
I hear your name tonight

The mystical song of the thunder plays
A magical flute serenades me tonight
My heart dances in step with the waves
Yet, I hear your name tonight

Everything has a soul
Can fly and set sail, find its own
Wings- paper planes, plastic bags, and school skirts
Carried by the wind, dampened by fears

It is in our eyes full of tears
That they find meaning and purpose
In their flight that won't go on for years
God keeps us on our toes safe from our foes

I found love in a hopeless place
Finding stride to a worthless phrase

I'm flossing to save lives
Keeping myself
From the dentist, and the amalgam of codeine and cogent care, morphin' in my seat

If tomorrow we could be friends. Would it be end of an eagle's life. Or the beginning of a vibrant communication among the little birds. I write and feed the birds. I need time to think and I know that I do not hope to see a brighter future. Why should the aged eagle stretch its vapid feathers blanched in age. Why should I be sorry for my speed demon.

Life is a long road
Full of metaphors
Full of humor
Life is a long run

I haven't had got the shoes
So, I put myself in someone's skin
They say, the days move by
But, the nights die with the sword

I remember a man hanging
From the crescent moon
With his eyes on the stars
And heart on the lonely earth
Having only his loneliness

Which he couldn't contain
So he shared it
With the world
In the form of love

I'm going off
I'm going out of the
Simple leisures, very complicated

You make life my desirable
You take my Thursdays and turn them darker
You turn every other day more colorful, and except green returns
We take turns smoking celadon and takoyaki in pots of bridling heat
Hues of a different scenery can change my climbing ladders
And the serene and hundreds of men that live in honesty
Hiding behind trees, and members of the clan
And the camels and deserts sands, change their thirst for water
Like the chameleon, tha climbs for the spider
In a cobweb and a truncheon thing called dishonest cenacles
A group of murders and murderous men, both have a mystery
And enigmatic dirges, that how we die with the faraway celestial bodies
We airbrush strokes in our starlight madness, someday in this carefree heart

If I’m
Dreaming of you
Everyday
Actively

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

So far away
Still in love
Real darling, still in love
So far away from yourselves

I ****** your company in your mead
Mulling over your thoughts on grapes
Over and again, coruscating fire enflame corpus
Bombs falling like catching 22 of them in the Lord's number
I'll be waiting for you in the deep immeasurable love
With a look so far away, annals of your love
That it had seen the love, should've been forbidden
But, light shines on the spoils of war
You can take or here's sugar in the teapot
Complaisant painted pictures compare and bequeathing my soul
Beyond false compare in solitude in meticulous sweets on the avid vindicating streets
Nameless on the fond stare, singing prettily into the detail

The winds of change
Come to travelers, dangerously defiant of denial
Although, denial comes with age

If I call out your name
It feels as if I hearing it
For the first time
Because the heart doesn't know

That I've found the one

Catch my head
Catch my meagre feelings
And turn them into lovely ones
Catch my head
Catch my hand turns on the stone
Catch my life before the stone turns to ghost

Before the time
Turns to dust
We are young again
We are talking lau and laulun


Before the time
Turns to lists and pushing feelings
Find the ghost of guns
Find the west of winds
Free us and free this life gypsy
Praise the life of the earnest girl
Can I say I love you in three words
Or do I have to say it many uncounted times

I need your guise
I need your life
I need your lies and the fake prize
Which you find getting better with the treasures

I need your guile
I need your life
I need your kajones
I hand my fingers
And unhand my looks
I talk of your passion, and make it mine

If you like live wires
You'll love this gold mine of a heart
It accepts people of kinds, and some open their hearts
Some accept hearts, and hear them
Some learn about their sounds and are trapped in them
I'm one of those daylight sinners
I'm dimly lit guy in the back jacket of mack the knife
In the red footsteps of blue oceans
In the yellow stone, I love you
In the red stone, I love you
In the blue stone, I play and I love
In the purple heart, I find my guns finding their place
In the light in the darkness, and the gentleman speaks of honor
In the dark of nights, where we are lively and plight of giving
That's the tragedy of life, and antelid

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

It is frightening
So, I say don't give in to the inner critic
Spend it praying tomorrow

Love can be beautiful
Accept it
The heart needs direction

The heart is foolish
It just loves
Give it a brain to rely on

What once made up the moments
That brought us so much joy
Become a blur
And no one is to blame for that

Just accept you were wrong

You came with the wind
So fast
The words were slower

Your wings tell me
That you're an albatross in the sky
It's your profound pain
That tells me you're death's kiss

It's my past and heartbreaks
That tells me we're right back to love
But, the mistakes repeat again
Whispers echo in my soul and memories drain me


But, where are we going?
Something else tells me I'll find myself
But, not today
Today I like being lost in your arms

Girls are beautiful
Men are boys
Flowers are meant for innocence
Love is like a rising sun
Meant me and you
Imagine if the setting sun
Was much more romantic
When we were washed by the pain
Of a thousand setting suns and awashed seas

Have no pillow
I take my heart in a coroner
Report
Leave my tools on the gold mine
Fools can take my fold
Sting my ray
Lark my lackey and strike my bow
I need come and take me away
Live in the east wind and lasso my west wind
Keep my odious gold here and there
Ladle on the minor Asian, and Odoriferous gold
Report
My mortared soul
Take my breath away, with lava lamps
I'm just here in the right fast lane
I need a deluge, a guy needs a space
My ghoul, my Tokyo dream, breathlag
Jetlag

Time after time
I could find myself
Looking at the years differently

The simplicity of tradition
Is worshipping every
Religious revelation without volition

Looking at the rain
I saw the clouds a little foggier
Must have been my glasses

Island telegrams randomly shuffling in the sun
Reading between the lines of tides and stones
Time and tide wait for no one unless you're a bone
Ill or hope, you're in desperate need of a bridge
Lest you end up without a savior, Samaritan who reads your island telegrams
That I can see, or at least grab onto the ropes
Carry your clothes on your camping trip, shuffling through the zenith
Wordsmith where is your inspiration, if I taking everyone for what they're looking for
Random shuffling in the sun
Rest in peace, and ****** make-believe will all be written in a message in a bottle
Dry as the dead, and floating like the oversoul; this is my last chance at ending strong
Contained by the empty vessels that navigate the seas without captains or winds
Contending the eye in the sky, projecting some prior survival
Deceased by being stranded, so it seems that I've landed
Truncheon things and turn-tables and blunt knives are in
When will sharpies come out, to write these word down
I suppose those are written in a crimson tide, tired of recognition and fertility
I love these fertile feelings, I suppose you could curb your streets for another home
I'm leaving this humble abode too soon, you might ride on the storm
Hitchhike the galaxy, sail the seas, and explore oceans; go-ahead big life
You seem to be kind enough, to help those lost and stranded
That's what you said when you read my eyes, and read my mind
You could see me beg for better ways to express the truth through island telegrams
Like the deserted island on the sky, that knows no peak
How do I come down, from this pedestal of accepting my own destiny?
When will make me the eye in your sky?
God, when will stop leaving chances to precarious bottles talking of pernicious palpitations that tell me I'm a vagrant
In someone else's stories, the island with the nicest view
Bruised and broken, starting again with a better beginning
How is that possible, that I come back from my infantile tendencies
The trepidation stays like themes and deniers, who deny my expressions and honesty

The tramps of the old England
The diamonds of Sierra Leone, the jungles lost in em
The tremble of the thimble of wattles, in this barren desert
Ottoman Empire quit Cold Turkey, the racks told me I could slice in
The majesty's service looked like it would rise with the sun
Bleeding like London sky, the rain always came
Too bad, the rain never Brexits, intending to leave, but, now the Sun will never come out

Clinching and clutching, then speaking with wisdom
With sheets made of clay, and waxen tousled hair
Like black wires, and the wires of *** and saltation
The vines of wine and salvation, and boundaries for those shaping their hearts
In desperation and shipping off solid favors, in the name of schemes
In the preparation fo better futures, I think we should part ways
I do now know that we never met, but, we held future in eyes
Behold these windows to an empty household, look at cafe and bistros
Beignets, cakes, parades, and raining pretention with the hard times falling like crime rates
The gangster flicks coming up in the age of mafia bosses that live and die by the *** and violence

A gaze from crystalline eyes
Is a worth a million mines
If only I could find her in the places
I go to to find romance
Instead I find diamonds and rust

Je t'aime
C'est la vie
Your words are just lies
If our hearts hear different
Emotions
And feelings are a whirpool
That take me in
C'est bon
That's right
Let me calm down the storm
Soon I found you lost
Je ne sais pas
I don't know
Unless you have my book of love
Lost as rhyme
Time was tossed
J'apprends le francais
You try learning my name
Tu comment t'appele
Let me ask you to come to après evenings
Encourage me

I know I miss your heart
I miss your art
Your shapes and curves
I know these are things I miss

As the world turns round from night to day
Your memories last a century
But, there is no solace
From the moments we shared

When I know I miss your arms
I imagine those hands touch the sky
With a little skip and sigh
A lasso steals the sun and the light dies

You brighten up the midnight
Is there anything else I missed?
Yes.
You!

Inherent madness, or good or evil
Everyone is questioning my devilish innocence
Airbrushed the evidence, vanishes with the vain goodness
Proud of a crime I'm an asylum to broken bad
Crime Punishment tends to the children of terrorist acts to schoolkids
Revolutions a part of the agenda of educated sordid seditions
The propagandist flag yells "Act", taking it for what it's worth
Act before the protest, the run after the morning, I have left my clock on stop
I looking for an eternal reflection in a tomorrow I'll never see
Jungle-run and humming puns, hammering drunkards with reruns
I'm rivetting with the genesis and my enunciated elegies with the dour dry
Or for someone in dearth need and the falsities and fallacies
Peacefully and four friable fiends, that crumbled with the atomic bomb
So, why are selling streets in the dead-end dreads
The locks of a speakeasy, the talking eyes, the messages beeps intermittently, telling me to sell the bomb
In the jungle rage of the rhyming of the ****** bombs, that I find peace and fantasy with truth and profanity
Peach diesel kick out from underneath, **** my destiny and fears
Burn up with the gas, with the members of the fraternities of the derelicts with freewill crooks
Gravitating towards the era of laughter and mirthful madness
Burning money and the diesel at the same combustible pace
What's oil without fish food?
Water surfacing across the painted picture
Of the absence of truth
Inflammable, both of these items of greed in a box of full of things
The thespian greed in the sequestered dream, quoted by the *******
Quantifying these Swedish dreamers and sycophants and circadian  hillbillies

It felt just right
Your hand intertwined
In my fingers, and hair
Lazing on my shoulders
But I couldn’t say the right words
To keep our hearts together
Beating as one
And arms holding one another
Aching for each other’s touch
I could have tried a little harder
To be someone else
But this is who I am
An emotional wreckage looking for some solace
If in those moments of my angry impulses
You cannot accept me
Do not be ashamed because I am yet to accept myself
For who I am along with all the mistakes that come along
With it
No one knows what tomorrow brings
I hope that I am a different person every breaking day
But when the sun comes out and in my vast sea of regrets
I’ll find some peace knowing that with you
I had found some acceptance for who I was
Some gratitude for who I’ve become
You taught me to love and to live life
I found the essence of everything in nature
It continued to stir my soul and reinvigorate that lost zeal
That I thought would never come back, suddenly it all
Came back to me