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!

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

Love opens doors
Moving to and fro
Swinging innocently

When's world's asleep
Like bare innocence
When the question's run deep
Barely innocent
The world dreams of leaps
Innocently bared
Of its heaps

Bringing up codes, and encrypting data, making theories of our own
Having anger issues, lifeless opportunist, fail every scheme
Are we on the timeless trace of being on the same page
Jimmy Page, are we talking about the influence of honest people?
Writing, and suspending and hiding behind the ambivalent
Feelings, and deafness, in Cohen's songwriting
It took to me sleeping on my sides, with my torn pages laying them
Believe in your individual soul, are we hidden in bounds of songs of hate and love
Looking into civilized citizenry, are we truly unbecoming
We reveal more than what we see, or can we look away
Amnestic, it looks like peace again, or noiseless?
He died with loveless purpose and the silence of crime and punishment, and that's where our observed sentence, ends needless to say?
The journeys seem like the conflict of the future, we are selflessly emancipated, amicable people of many educated toppers
We might look to go to better places, we might be miles off
Raising torrents, lovely rains, the journey ends in the blink

Writing lives, I draw myself to my unregistered war, looking to yield my progeny
Persons and prohibited people can be aggravated, can we friends meeting together at the justice or the jejune sense of adolescence
We could find resolution in our own caveats and deride, and rob ourself out of the potential for echoes of your thoughts
That can be called out as ideas of some other person's open book
Or you read him/her like an open book?
Wanted her to live or die with a graceless look?
Did you find your own identity or falling in love?
Didn't we do this before, behemoths broadcasting my edict and red concussions?
Doesn't this sound suspicious, and lucid and obvious, we were never really imperfect?
Do you handles and shoes come with the bags, or shoulder your erudition, by the educated mind that looks like
You can keep those cars, and think why the hell would I reserve myself to the life of a convict?

The cold air
Blows through my
My love for the
Throne
Subject to exile
By the dishonest heir
Just tarry a while
And I'll find another
Minority in
Pejorative terms
Of Separating
Love
With Isolation

Family y'know feels nice
I know this is what life
Has led up to or culminated in
A suspense thriller, a job, an income

I have let go of the fast life
Drugs, liquor, and cigarettes
And exchanged it for a slow poison
A beauty in bed, two children, groceries that last a week

Three pounds of butter in the fridge
I have kept in there, so that she burns
It slowly on the stove
Covering my pancakes with it

I feel good, I haven't felt this way
The cars, trucks, and rickshaws move
All pass my way and the stares of the nearby folk
Mix with the bedlam, I can see a lovely lady's heavy gait

It is all clear to me
That I am married to all of these things
And I cannot divorce myself from my chores
Washing dishes and cleaning the floor, a poor metaphor I know

Soon I'll go home to the countryside
Swing from a hammock in the careless breeze
Before I swing under a fan with a noose around my neck
They'll say, he died, but what a shame.

He's no man if he cannot swallow the poison
Day by day

I was in loneliness
Like a fish swimming in an ocean
Only looking for other fish in a solitary ocean
To me everyone is different
When they are together
In the rounds of this blue world
Where the tint of the sky
Callously hangs over the cloud
You can touch the firmament of the diamond sky
As long as you can hold your ground
In your lonely air

There are many questions in the little thing called
The consciousness and the state of madness
Which is shared with one and many
And these questions are solved by your present self
And the future and present seem to coupled into enervating instances
These are the premonitions of an old sailor
Who would be better in fiction, than a real Marauder
Such was the cry of the Ancient Mariner
Time only unravels, how much it mentions the need for apotropaic antipathy towards birds and people as such
Slightly touched and cursed by time
If you indulge in a cup of thoughtful tea
And the green color of the intoxication
By the death of a positive soul when, this imageless perception
Becomes beyond your grasp of imagination
Then the cold rain can even seem hot at the right time
With a system of channeling your fighting spirit
Cursing your opponents when they seem weak

The place was a crowd
But in her eyes
I felt a little older
Stuck in the crowd

Roaring through the tumultuous seas
I found my love on the beach
Walking hand in hand
With the most beautiful child
Who belonged to the land
Of fire and crimson
With sun setting there was indecision
The sky was lit up
The night breeze shone amid the spirits
Of the deceased
I looked back at my life
I found a woman that belonged to me
And a man in the child that walked the sands
With courage and innocence
Because ships travel more
Than just move from country
To country  
With a foreign place in the expanse
Of domesticated serenity

Lady Blue went with the thin air
So brushing up the ever-shining sun
The time that waits on my tombstone
The tropical sands that circle like the wind that
Except for the cash and flying paper planes, in the tending to the temporary
Trepidatious as ever the scared feeling is gone
If I make it, its cuts are too deep
I'm feeding closing to the creek, the line of the fishes in the ocean
The horizon of the rendition of hopeless liars
Looking like an enlightening bunch when they aren't welcoming
Libels and labels, I can take liberally
The labels stick to me like the lies you purposefully speak of
Often, these are recesses of the deceased that creep up
Like the tresses of destiny with hints of untouchable fate, and lady luck
The empty sky gladly offered my confusion and tenebrous crime
The crime was like a punished poor witness, unable to speak
If it had a voice, it would take me back to childhood desires
Each time, I was scared of violence and broken fingers
Holding hands and clutching my shoulders, like the wind in the sacred shore that flows
If you and your life, in the indignation of loss, that's why crime
Has no voice, and punishment is just a forced rhetoric
Lady Blue like the mirages and imminent condors that pass across the stained windows
Like inspiring weather and underwhelming rain, I miss my childhood
If I had gone out to play instead of smoking bleeding cigarettes and reading lifestyle magazines

The sun light
Brings the faces
In the light
Of the Day
At night the
Red Moon takes
Their
Love
And runs away
Along the waters
Reflecting
Along the way

In this sensual beauty
Of revelry in the bedsheets
We touch the bridges of our nose
Within the tensions, we burst forth into the forlorn festering
Of our souls, to close to connect, civilized with each other
Maybe, the sensitivity keeps us together
The masculinity telling of how you're mine
Our legs intertwined in sublimity
No wonder, I'm weak at the knees
The weeks have gone by without another loving mind
Craving for you seems just right inside
The same face produces the expressions
I fell out of love with, and the exhaustion can be liberating
The sensual beauty tells me
It takes one to know one
In the deepest desires, I do want you to come back
While my other alter ego sexualizes the image
Of your oppression and looking for more chemistry
Seems so wrong, and I'm out of time
Culpable, but, I got you out my mind
I want you just the way you are
Perverted, displeased, angry
The propositions got me so far
And I still say, it takes one to know one
Why do we keep wiping the tears?
To keep those fears away from reality?
Maybe, we can try new positions that hurt more than they pained
This distinction is getting me on
Busted by the very thing that turned me on
Well, it takes one to know one
You catch me at my every plothole
You know like it apoplectically
As I'm yours, in the best of temper
I love your soul, with a temperament so wrong
I love your body, with a permanence so right
It takes one to know one
Someday, I'll love every part of you
And all these illusions can intoxicate my conscious mind
Yet, I want you to stay with me in the moonlight
The ******* that felt tight, loosened up at the right touch
Swell up at the sudden death of a relationship
That's how I break up with someone
It takes one to know one, to understand a compelling story

The moonlit pavement is only a stage for two
The oaken sitting bench is meant for us from dusk
Here we remain bored, imperfectly expressed till dawn awakes us
Waiting, enchanted by an underestimation of how asleep we are
How a wasted wraith unnecessarily passing the time keeps me here
Wafting through air gently there is no pleasure in forgiving as you ask me to leave
The tumultuous storms shake emerald meads
From the island's high leads afraid of the warning sunrise
Leading to her bridge, this shore reminds me of a winsome girl
And this I cannot undo
The weight crushes me
Far from dearest friend tis' who
Reciprocates the awkwardness around you
This life, this love was all for a stage near a grey dell
Simply an act, simply a play on words
How we wait for stars upon another shore
Far from departed pleasures
Stuck in this feeling of acting spontaneously
From dusk to dawn
Dancing by the sea
Circling around the circling sands
With all faith in memory
Engraved deep beneath the wave
And we forget about today until tomorrow arrives

My letters to you weep
Lay burned in the fireplace
Sad as my glances, the jokes burn in a popping fire
My tears could douse the flames like a chimney sweep

I’m pulling out
My called card
And raising my stakes, and cocking my gun
Ready to break my breath, and stop my ****** brain
Blood rush to the routine head of this headful dreams
Shoot me into the unopened heaven gate
You have sealed the gates with a blood crest and sacrificial altar
Calling her from the west, and lookng blindly at blindness
These people have only seen bacchanus
Stuck in gloryholes and hellposts

So guess what?

What?

My crush texted me
"I've been thinking about hanging out, a lot."
Out of the blue
Without hint or clue

Then what did you say, girl!

Lemme, lemme finish first
So I reply, I haven't in a while
But, since it might be friendly not a flirt
So why not comply

Why not indeed, good on you
Then what

So he says well
I had to go buy some things for mother's party
We can perhaps catch a movie
Instead

I thought splendid
So asked him when will mother buy the return presents

Then?

She's coming with us to the date
And he didn't ask her to leave us 'lone, for ****'s sake

Much like love
Makes me happy
So does friendship

The night said it's peaceful
Said the guy waiting for the sun
I'm hovering with my head about you

The nights are floating, I thrill you and wait for you
The cupped half-time shadows as the sunrays over my sunny head
Useless and lazy as summer on Mars

Rueful and lackadaisical as the cloudy stardust uncountable as the hours
The dreaming of you takes me to June too
Right now it's August inane without sane you

The night said it's peaceful, no surprise
As long as you have a starry sky over your colorful blue
Midnight hue and cry, floating in the hallucinations of the sunny sands

Theremin hypnotism on the radio, I'll tell when the smile finishes as long our prayer broke our radio
I look for you in the static underground, thinking of you as always laughing as always

Your eyes open to a soul that has been mistreated as a tubby baby born on the cygnets in clouds lintels dilapidated crows ******* Moloch
So far it is getting farther from me, closer to flying doves, crying Moloch now over the star-spangled banner

Hallow on hollow men, lady yells from the dream wagon from the musket ride out on the street
Let's shine from shame, hang your shambled daughter
The night said it's so peaceful tonight, hear the high knell from Hightower from the midnight hour

I love you
I didn't even see the door
I seemed to have missed the flower
That was sitting sad and true

If I asked you
When will we pray
You answer
As my heart breaks

My sky would fall
Rain would gather through troughs
As I brave windy storms
You have been brave enough

I couldn't see the robin on the swing
Oblivious of the cage it's in
It still sings

Alight with the void
Flighting in fautal corners
Observing her expanse and countenance, still sparsing
I pray you to be silent about all Gods, I don't want a book that silences me
However, music is respected by nihilists too, and the blackness shadows over me like your cosmetic

I guess I'm still looking for you
Keep looking for the truth
About the skies
That bathe in the sun
Like a hot bath
In April
Revelation tells me I'm dreaming
Of a touch
Never knowing warmth
The coldness reminds
I'm being taken to a prison
The warmth of the ***
Beats the cold sentencing to life

Remembering
All the times I had fun
Studying the times when I didn't

My heart has been yanked from its place
The cold fever has turned my head into a fading disgrace
Someday, the bottled ocean shall find its heart's rest place
The paleness shall leave me
The waves will stop moving so much
I just might place the words in those holes to describe peace

Your ego hurt
Your vagueness
Still haunts
Somehow these lies and these shadows

Don't remind me of the darkness of dystopia
A crazy nation always to the end
Apocalyptic isn't it if had an atrophic heart
Breaking louder than bombs

The streets rife with your memories
The cars collect all your people in your life
Hijacked by the acquaintances in your life
You've lost your son

And you fell down like an empty
Empty pricked balloon
The stress haunted your dreams like tireless tension
That pulls you apart like a rubber band

At the waist with a cummerbund
Becoming the best man felt like a dream
And the girl's gone and the scheme is over
You've settled with your mind games

That you have to move on
With these right ways

The magic of thousand fires
Burns bright
In the dark
A sight for sore eyes

When he says
In weeks come
complimenting
As you stand by me
My strength
In weeks to come
Weakens to reveal
A naked soul

Binding the walled hatred
Evil doing its best concocting
Erstwhile, vivid learning
Rumi’s timely preaches are good
In a school of peaches and Doha
Within the basting of nostrums
Cautions many only there was friendship

Its easy to say
That's you're in love
But's its difficult
I know you have fallen
Out of it
Completely
Its the sky that
Brings us thunder
And keeps the rain
In the eye of the storm
Like a boat in
The warm waters
Those waves are
Oh, so cold
After the torrents
Of broken clouds
Make their way down
We'll sail away into
The horizon

Apart at me in a latitude
Cross with the seams
Nostrum of commands, chartered
Owning for tomorrow, quid ad
Tully portentous of penmanship, questioning
If I had more battlecry moratorium felt lighter than the sword, but, took to the ethicism, to write it with serried disabuse
The revival of the crimson tide pegged for the trident of sorts from Martian landmasses, criminal smooth as the craters
Please open, the probes to the ice of the closest countries first, make global anarcho stuff our moral precedent
Aiming for life, you tend to lose sight of it all, along with the opportunity to make amends.
Sorry, the germane nature went out of nature, this is specifically directed at the single simpletons in the simplicity of laying out
Words in the degree of simple logical statements, which can neither be passive or active
Passionate really isn't that our motives are both not driven by passion and ambition
Curious, isn't I look intolerable in the promising outlook
Carelessness isn't it that I know love is growing a par two with my liveliness
Comeliness, truantly nuanced underbellied, becoming or bellied or becoming in the transcendence of the existential crafty wiz of nihilism that feels like your
Furr it's relaxed by its poetry, somehow we die off too young like some poet at our age
Polymaths and opsimaths might be alike, in some time
I've hope I've found a place in the line
Clever and quick climbing through the snakes on the lazing sun of the ladder come from the tinted passive line
Sunset horizon mindful of your mindreading crimson tide
Placid of the mature of the maternal greed, beyond the, claiming the doors
Of the possibilities, probabilities of the fraught lives among the cosmos of the karmic lives
Of the obliqueness of the strychnine streets that can be moonlit in the daydream of the sonic youth

Pithy equivalence shine
Like the morning sunrise
Daydreaming, likewise
Breaking Benjamin, growing and bodied
embodied, the sonic youth of our strychnine daze and streets
The gap between, the suicide solution of the resolute of the bullish crowd
Looking for narcotics, and mingling with the steely neighbors
Rhymes with the ancient antediluvian efficient, crows and the parliament all fly out of free-speech
Controlling our brave needs and enslaving our politesse with laughter and mirth, the confluence of this total
Congruence with our social institutions assume isn't it if we can ask our government the questions it has been practiced to answer
Sobered up, like me, I might find that this golden pond is yet seen an auriferous bottom

We were letters that burned in the same fireplace
Our stamps were different, yours was a pound
I was just a few pennies for your thoughts
In a race

You're always questioning the order
I always follow you and end up in trouble
We are looking for cure-alls and bursting bubbles
You've taught me to separate the liars

Some lie to steal and others lie to live
While you have stolen, you never lied to me
I know you may be part of my destiny
But we will never be together while we live

If we meet again, we'll be together

the eyes of my loved ones
looked through me
Whilst they died
Understanding my life
In there last testimony
Then I realized
Life can be broken
By three words
"I love you"

Child in me wants to go home
The older self feels the light got a little colder
The hellos and good days follow like cold imagination
The twilight of a new moon renders me a little messier
Bellowing, bewitched and I get older and become a denier
The cause of the sunny dream and they say I am stranger following pied pipers
I'm a stranger in another man's eyes and living behind stronger illusions and desires
It's easier to reread a book when you know it's ending and the solution
It's easier to look at the wanderer's eyes, pointing a gun to the helm
And tell him to look at the vagrant skies with some gumption
Migrating, and the fighting spirit sits sojourned within the threat of danger
July and June, and I and the dolphins washed away on the foamy shore
Like divine retribution, that burned upon touching the sun
The shore ended where the sea opened up and the wings welded
The watered wilting rushed down the turbulent tempests, begging for merit
Flying away as one, wanting more

Something's up
With the right places
And plasters I can tell
Which one's the island
In the distance
Of the expanse of your parades
Your merit and bandit of pirates
The semblance for the redacted statement
Edit in this winter
Summertime
The hard lines that I told daddy
Ahead of the dreams of rain
Under the thunderous clap
And some laughter
With the hail of popcorn
On my lap
A failed abstrusity
A strange reality
Different shades for race

If you are space
The stones and the still rocks
Float aimlessly
Like you
Around my moments
in the light
of jupiter

My shoes
Keep getting tougher
And the road's longer the more I run
In the end
I look to the skies
For the crimson
TO lift my highs
To show the lows of life
Shadowed by false belief
Rumbling stomachs
Remind how paltry people
Are afraid of the tempestuous thunderstorms
But their saints are washed away in the rain
Finding their waves in waters
Of the ones that are said
I love the element of the wind

There were stars around your embrace
As if the sky wanted me whole
Some words were so right and enlightening
That they squeezed me tight
Bringing out the stardust on this night
Leaving me shapeless as the distant corners
Of an unexplored parallel universe
Where love is alive at midnight.

Rest comes easy
But work comes
With a little less peace

When you're sad or upset
And the world seems to be against you
Think of yourself first
Remember that you are better than you think you are

If you are down and reeling in the pain
And nobody seems to care
Think of those who do
Remember you mean much more to them than you do to you

I was hardly thinking when I entered the acropolis
The windy roads talked of carefree days, I was to last
At last, my chance came in the talk of strangers in cinema pans and wave cuts
Interfaced, by the aversion to cloudy vision, I adjusted my glasses
Walking among others, could not be more perusing and anticipating
The dissipating dreariness was really smothering my look for a change
Yesteryears shifted by my tainted feeling of flighting writes, and unopened letters
The mailman checks my mail in the mailbox and the ordinariness of things
Committing to the vapid and the milk and closeted wine, in the shepherd's column
My hands were painted with writer's ink, the thoughts just kept flowing
In the rainmaker writer, it was a syllable of doubt and dough, that I was looking at a compensation or stay
The company wasn't hard to come by, the room was charged quarters
In the middle, there was a trapdoor and I felt drawn and quartered
Garrulous crowds talked of Garibaldi, Aristotle, and praise was the talk of the century
Mephistopheles has become somewhat of an errant symbol of a syllogism with your sins
One leads to the other, and follows the posterior, laying logos for following the argument
The argument is not something that writes in my journal, but, it crossed my mind, anyway.


Voracious readers, devoted people, and a couple of friends made my stay, a welcoming farm
Likewise, life's not picket-fences, gambling, drunkenness and staying alive
It's living life to it's fullest and appreciating each moment like it's your last class in life
At some point, philosophy can be unspeakably lame
Well, your ambitions are lame too, and women need to trample over
Just tramping a few, could get you shiny shoes in this American dream
We have divorced ourselves from the idea of nationalism, and I'm sure we make good citizens
I am not even sure why entered the acropolis, as it does not accept speakers like the colosseum
Crossing paths and circling winds were once where crossed swords in history
No, I'm in Rome and looking at the short nightcaps and scenic speakeasy, my mind is wasted on women
But, books and bookers and fantastic factotums who service my every need
Once, they used to shine my car, as I walked among Hollywood stars
Now, I live with my estranged wife and intermittent wives, who are feral and feline
I might even call some of the lithe, but, you're on my mind
Smelling the paint off some of them reminds me of your person laconic and pale
Some of these girls were rather beautiful, I must say, but, the heart was lost with you
Nursing your every need and caring for you, was the biggest burden
That I learned to cherish, and the love was unreal
It was fading like the wind catching me in those eyes
The first sight was love, and now I see you every day as a routine
In the hospice, hoping cancer doesn't spread in the acropolis
Polished ceilings and hovering over us are towering structures, and love is no object
Love is an ordeal, and it takes hard work and effort
These days in this short day in the life of the caring girl, the buildings, and the houses
Living in this city remains all dead, but, empty
Dying in this city remains all dead, but, dying seems more real with
As all this fame, is make-believe
This acropolis is mortal
You are immortal, busy leaving a good feeling
Which is something I can believe in, even through existential crises

If not for death
Life wouldn't come from within
To leave the soul
For something different

Build the stars
The stars seem to fall
From the mirth of the
On The end of the horizon
That kept my tendons
On the upkeep
With my musculature
Of my back
The years on end

At night
It rains
I gazed
I could see
At the sky
The sunshine
The beautiful day
As pure as ever
To walk on
I had my pride
A mirror looked
Back at me
My hair was all wrong
From the storm
The candle burned
In the back
My papers lay
A fire burns honestly
To keep me warm
Wondering when
All happiness
Arrives

When a kid
Hoping for the height to touch the clouds
When a teenager
Hoping for just the sun's warmth amidst crowds
When an adult
Hoping for time at home makes your family proud
When an old venerable person
You realize you are
Too old to touch clouds
Until knowledge tells you that that desire lies in foggy mornings
Too old to look for sunshine
Until experience tells you there is nothing more beautiful than the sunset
Too old to keep your family intact
Until wisdom tells you each person goes their own way
When in death
Hoping to reach Heaven laying behind some star
In space, away from this Earthen abode

Women are afraid of love
Because it is like
A knife twisting in your abdomen
Deep inside

And they cannot handle
The anguish of seeing men
Under such pain
For the love they cannot give

I'm howling under the little tree
Becoming quiet, becoming a pole
Lank, hankering on the ransacked goals stealing the sleep from, meaningful free prose with the simple words that stole my sleep, I want your hand
Don't you wanna dance in the dark
Butchering Sundance, in the kid of the friable apartment
Apartment 145-146, today's last cries on the radio on Central park songs
That's alright to turn the radio and explain the positively rhapsodic living sphinx riddle, be killed by it or understand it
Across midnight skies, and shirk the sins, and scream with the pursuit of desires in Tangiermen
Burning with Illmatic fire on the sunflower beads with sultry kisses on the nape of your neck
For happiness, I live in a time where we are quixotic
Blind with angel hippie looking for Alhambra, to ruin their with happiness, with mindful language burning in the circles of hell reigning with boundaries of paradoxical paradise lost
Some of us are a locked stocked barrel gun in machine tombs Barros creating sorrows, likeness to a warm run on Spain
An open book within without a son is like a train journey, it stays like a good friend in the Blake Light of burning Solaris
We were on the run on, Goldman Train running the errands like a kid waiting for the gold rush on the cast across acrobat, back and forth should I sat or should I go like the ultimate punk
Counting the stars just like you, easing ego in the poetry losing myself in strains of woes in a parceled nosegay which time clutched from Empyrean isles
Ginsberg meeting Walt Whitman in the supermarket sharing the list of cultured vegetables in Elysian isles, California in the catcher of eye fields
It's all coming together.

The divine owl loses its wings
From the light, is it nocturnal, told me some birdie
Doesn't it believe in the life of love or giddy talk
Or has become accustomed to the darkness, or clawed its a tree in search of taigus
Or has it become accustomed to becoming a nocturnal owl, has it found the dark or searching for what is light
Just like we all fight in the blind, and reveal our souls
We burn in the bright, but, this nocturnal owl told me it saw the light
The divine owl can take the form of anything
Maybe, even the rain on summer nights, loving with each midnight walk
We could see your divine owl or halcyon feeling, they are awake as that owl

The rain brings back clear memories in clear waters
Or in the form of massive storms that power through
Sometime when the rain's gone and we need no shelter
I'd be with you

There's too much rain now and grey clouds
I keep reminiscing the words spoken and the silent vow
There won't be a tomorrow and a sun on the horizon
But there will be hearts broken and the sun will come out

That's the truth