Conquered land
Forests lay tame
Seas bubble invigoratingly, autonomous

Coffee in my innermost thoughts
Keeping me awake
At night
In the sleeping recesses of my mind

I'm stuck
Please get me out
I like living with my sons
And daughters in magazines
Please release my terse rhimes
In the clutched dust of dusky hands
These days look like blaring dreams
I might die in the connoted fires
Looks like I'll stick myself with icicles
Ad veritas to my journey
Quote greats, and veritably drink wine
On the rose minds of hysterical naked souls' bliss
In this merriment of nubile nights existing in a tinsel town
We are dreaming up Kansas from the broken covenants
I'm stuck with bullish promises
Show me you care for my truancy and lurid face
Probably fondling your hands, and cupping steam
In your spectacles of crystal haze, limericks in your case
Studied by pianos reminiscent of sleigh bells and bobsleds
Hanging lights of ebony and ivory in the cars of piano men
Slowing dancing in the burning loops of tropical Capricorn
Morning sunrise haikus cold as November, sorta' short like Indian winters

Being or being free
Humanly this just a feeling, accretion builds me
The creation is bliss, blending with my curiosity

I've always wanted to go with you
With your sequestered simulation desperate talks
You can follow me wherever your poetry opens up
OPen at the close, write happy endings
Take your time, your communication is for the wordsmiths you prophesize on
Philosophize on what you have, your possessive nature is your casual vacancy
You might call your id and superb egotism a cham of glib dreams in a wary catatonia
Melancholy is white if you put on the gloves to write a supposed witty poem
Black as the blue akin to quills, pick up and write in your sanguineous sincerity
Writing's in your blood

The night is cruel and clouds are breaking today
In the breeze, the trees are love-stricken and astray
Rustling softly are the leaves that I share in my memory
Till I get my tea every morning after your coffee

You tell me the wind is heading south
I'm living in the north covering the gap in quick bounds

You said we'll never get a new start in this losing battle
As long as I keep shying away from the horrors of war
The dawn arrives quick and we've already quarreled
Just like a sign on the highway, we've ignored them all

I can't rid myself of last night's toil, the words, and blood we drew
The sickness stays in my flesh and blood, your sinew

Love is like dust in my hands
It falls through my frail fingers
I am hanging on, the feeling lingers
As I pick and grab at every grain of sand

If I know it is love
They hide under my bed

Until the end of time, I want you asleep

They hide under my bed
Why would I **** anyone, if I hate waking up
I want to **** those souls
Who are lost love in the foggy dust where starshine
Them monsters hide in my darkness
Cometh the dark of ephemeral gaze
Knowledge, cometh hath endless will
They hide under my bed

I want to **** them, with an arm that holds gold
But, doesn't lose the riches to ones who slave
With open arms, they held me in lads of maggie's farm
When the arms shut, the part of books was lost where we were
I wish we were younger

Love is as it merits
With open daydreams, I need you ready for the hostel
When the arms dry, the water gushes through valleys as gelid ice T
The fearful night that
I want your understanding, not your patience
Write your heart on parchment, and gray days left the blue skies
In the fair lovely heather, feather, come hither and gather
Lift my soul, and my soul is hopeful
That someday that you will be my real name, God
God, I don't know if I know love or this earth

Hope is a dangerous thing
Dangerous minds need true faces and true crime
Present, here and now, here and jaguar
I love your soul, I love you maybe
If I know what free will is, take my heart on the urn
Turn my soul into ashen dust, fear my hands of gray dry dusk
With laconic faces, and pure hearts
When I left you I left with dreams
When I left you I left with dreamy people
When I left you I left with my greater gin

You taught me how drink
I used to drink water
And now I drink lassoes in the skies

You teach me how to fall into puddles of love
Caged and a page from my book, here and there is now
Pray tell me, what is happening to you daughter
Do you have a prodigal son?

You taught me how to drink wails
You taught me how to look into the sea
Of lost soul? In a farewell for twisted souls
Please keep me home, or keep me safe from tomes
Please keep us together when we are part of the lads that fight for madness
As the center pop, the stages stars into
Realized crowded women, and unrealized men
Who watch the movie for the lanes.

Love is a beautiful thing
Understanding is brilliant feeling
Indeed
Loving and understanding a woman
Is a thing of feeling

Netflix and pop ****
Sorry pop corn
Didn't know which way my hand was
Girlfriend's beside you
Somehow she's coming closer
And nagging
Touching brings resonates
Remotely
With frivolous flirtations
Bring you up to speed
Of recaps and replays
Of your trusty TV
Conversation's nice
With a pizza slice
When the important parts
Are featuring Radhika Apte
Aptly the ghouls of the past
And the flower *** that are now glass
The monocles that my father's father had
Keep me spectated about history
Somehow the floral essence of
Music that rings from pianos
Hanging by the door
Of rosewood and mahogany
Mahogany being the piano
And Rosewood door
There was no concept
Of Ebony and Ivory
Keying at the door

I kept my soul
I kept telling my soul
It'll be alright
That's when my soul spoke up
And said
"Everything will be alright"
Souls are like teachers
When the student learns
About fantasy creatures
The student opens up his imagination
And says "They veritably exist."
The didact says "Of course you've seen them."
But the soul doesn't share knowledge as easily
As the body of a female
It runs on its own cognizance

Purpleheart every day, imbibe your indecisiveness
Give blues to life, to inscribe your insidious intent
'Cause I love your reds and hues, and the stairs that lead away
You what and why I can read you whence you stay
Because roses, violets and you lose your mellifluous and oleaginous face
Flowers are right, 'cause you love you right with the heralded dews of hummingbirds
'Cause is right, cause I love you, like the sun's right on the windmill for the sawdust
Bring back life, in an endless river of life, purpleheart make me one again with this creasing present premonition
That I throw away, too many folds of the meritorious grand design that creates the cosmic flow
Accretion disseminating the delirious artist within, out with the words and in with your pleasantries and parsimonious precedents
Light and dark, drive out the interfaces of all might
Without you I might, I leave you dry and quiet
Quite right, if you end the world on the right note
Cause, I need your love and you, going five
Childhood and innocence are you fine 'cause I love youth
My name's mine, see ya on the other side
Coquettish and coco loco, brogues and oxfords look like you moon swiftly survive
Cry your heart out and purple haze, endless by the digits in the reasonable the logic of the fire
Temerity and the derision of the ****** burning read these lines and some of the understanding why you have no home
You're a fool for your right and a lyrical goddess, talk of the heart
Like a goddess, you leave me with thoughts in mind for the maker
After, I've read and had you, with me in my cries
'Cause I've dove for you, in this blazing rain in the heart of the sun
Blasting thunder and water across the fading streets for the sun that waking clouds that walk among night stars

Straining to reach the heights
Look over walls
Trying to break boundaries
With life
Constantly following around
With my mind on the surface
Of everything expecting at it's face

Willows may hide behind the shadows
Stuffed together, leaning against the window
When the sun dies, they curl inside the dark
Never to be found again in the song of the rain

The rivers may pour with youth and exuberance
That darling bud that resists the morning light
Just like a little bluebird that prefers the cage
And the heart that prefers the chase

The sky may break as they soar higher
Higher in the azure skies without respite
And it will: tirelessly following Death
Where the light plays and the shadows rest

Sometimes the thousand books lay asleep
The lamp shines their light on them
As if an old man is reading
That's just a justification for living

Endless possibilities arise when there is mindfulness
There is a sense of calm to defeat the usurious
And pleasure forms the thin veneer of love
When will we come of out of the silhouettes

The fire that rests in your electric body
I have never seen it
I have only heard
But, I know I want it to take me

I know that I have a tomb in me
Without promise of eternity
To keep in my doubts
Of whether you love me or not

I believe the beauteous places we visit
They belong in palaces in our imagination
I know my love is real, but yours is not
I'm coming out of the dark into your arms

If I walk on the first floor
The first room on the right
The third eye hears you on the left
We are looking at stormy weather on this island
Where there are two doors for lovers

One out of the other, surrounding us
Inroads and blazing highways culpable temptations
We are no stranger to choosing the next door
Being the strangers to reality as she asks Hera
Life is full of opportunity and misguided destitution
Isn't this astute, that we yearn for the thirty seconds with stars
And wait for weeks to fly by, when midnight
Will arrive on the cold winter mornings, the nights are brighter
Surprise us with dawn on the petrichor of Satryichon
Depends on which tree you're climbing, and which room you're zen in a lassoed sky
Where there are two doors for lovers, their dinner party
Instant pleasure, crushed glasses, pure rear-ended folk looking for an angry substitute for passion
Prejudiced by the mad sages, we never listen to the sense of old men stuck in cages
Fearing their umbrage and sensible confabulation
Every poem has to have an ending, this one does too depending on your sterile entry
Wound by pride, bound by prejudice

Strength is the weakness
When sadness has the predicament of being
Comeliness
Microbes and cultured, like the brushing aside the business
The crimes and punishment, you can't save up for the love and the crass capital beating
Broken legs, break the prison humor, the convict's jungle rapping, touching the wrong towels
Breaking open skulls on the system of the broken street
Down on the hip stirring procreating street, with ******* tad adolescent folks
Never upon the crimson red, and thespian action
The resonant redacted symbol that tells you for the freedom of the lost symbols
Well, they're acting like the beats and bustards that break their necks at the shot of the bullish broken gun
Badland and Bambi could have been gladder if she were roadkill
Too bad we would be regretful and faithful
Marquis Sade and breaking the buzzing rhyme with the talk of divine tragedy
We love you pi, your irrational thinking
Got me dividing your attention, I might be grading if I start with English
Starting, the trombone blew out, the instrument was the one I was through
If I found the right hole, I'd press it better
If the fingers were wrapped and tapered, the beveled ceiling
And the pleasant mirror talks to me in my diggity
On the hollering heron on the halcyon buggying out on the funky freelance
Scarring the storms across the fire, break my bones
Serve my food to the military, break my pride
Take my mind, sell it up for tomorrow vegetables and today's debts
The droughts seem fresh in the rotten flesh, not sure if it's dehydrated
I'm blemished and pleased with my dealings, competing for the most damage
Do you wanna put a plate of food, for my last meal as a famed convict
Too bad isn't your turn to obviate all the mistakes I made in making the line before your mum
Serve it up in the Folsom prison, with the playing cons cool for their socks
Strikes and socialist assemblies turning out revolutions, like pamphlets for lost and found
We're still for freedom, I ran into the wrong neighborhood
Maybe, I followed the river where it flowed, trenchant isn't that followed a mind map
You can't move into the apartment, what kind of crap is that
Trapping me and pleasing me, and teasing me sensibly
I hope I denunciate another person on the slippery foam of frat parties
Festering droughts, freedom aborting the fedora
Hate crimes are returning the favor, in the worst possible
Tedious angst seems rather adult-like if you grow up in wrong shoes
Of your boot polishing forefather, I bet grew up in a better neighborhood
I somnambulantly place, that you want someone to talk
I talk my way out of dreams and look at faceless strife
I can't place the right word, the hurt's real honey
Humming bird like a bully underwhelmed by his tricks and traction
On the students of the same school called life

The rising tide of dreams
And the pyramid of schemes
There's a false bottom in each feeling
That's called sleepwalking
Apparently, happens to those who lie awake
Thinking about their stake
In their profitable lives
You're bound to get caught
After all, lady luck is fickle

Intertwined at one time so intricately
Sadly mistaken for one soul
Now consisting of many fragmented memories
Never forming a real impression that is whole

We have forgotten one another
Realizing that we were the missing piece
Of each other's puzzles
But, a perfect fit isn't the perfect love story

And there are no happy endings, only an endless chase

Sitting in bars
I ask drinks
That remind me
Of the times
I shouldn't have
wasted
thinking too much
Now I drink too much
And think nothing
At all

Kirja parantaa
Kielletty mies ein mutti n
hyva prinsinn lääkehoito kirjoitti

Follows you through
Life turns and obstacles
Just wants a walk at the end
At the end of a day

Hey!
Hello, Poetry I'm Aditya.
I wanna make myself
Essay hee

Too far
Afar
I depart
From when
Life's start
seems far
But
when you look
At the past
Lastly
the further you
Go
The farther
They part
From the past
So it's
just looking
For seats
In a box car
Mostly,
Because life's
Isn't about coping with
With the chase and the race
And making love fair
In faithless wars
It's taking it slowly
Taking life by it's reigns
Leading
From
The backseat
I notice my age
When I read about
The old ages
In newer pages
I guess the newspaper
Speaks of tomorrow
On certain days

if your heart's broken. Let me at least fix it before you become a heartbreaker.

Savannah are you listening
Yes you hurt me
I was once a deer no more
I was lost in the wild
But now found in the jaws
Of the predator that
Caught me for appetite
To rob me of my doe
Into a hunting pride
Hopeful that my offspring
Learns the ways of winning
Against sore losers
Dreaming and sleeping
In the blazing sun
Since they predate
The ways of the world
Where the wildebeest run
And the antelopes
The same as me
They develop
And migrate from zone to zone
Passing by rivers
Sipping the clear
Sliver of zeal
Zest of life
I found trust in my pride
Because I survived

Another's garden tending to another
Washing their bougainvillea and their chrysanthemums
Like forests burning arboreal
Till the thick airbrush of gelid arboreal mysteries keep towering
Over the skies of some surplus woodcut by lumberjacks that can grow more papers
Papyrus manuscripts of minor league baseball games bring out the socialist shame
Shards of glass doors showing shark-like predatory pain
Moors and domes like murky hills of darkness hovering over the town
Calling the fireman, when he's not around
Disappearing with the snowy peaks, that there is reparation
Preparing folks for talk and meals
Follow me where I clear, the hollow men
Straw hats and everything
I flow down nothing lane, I'm not here
Insane, it isn't happening
Frescoes of paints of lamps on fearful sunset lanes
Flickering like little stars, brighter than the boreal forests
Fuliginous verdant ardent dreary forests, look like buildings
Concrete jungle, welcome me into the pain for the little town
Freewill and strobe lights, and hope speaks out
Fly and hope, hopeless love clears out those melting rains, like deserts thick as train smoke
Cerise rain doesn't stop in the Blitzkrieg belt, the promise of fortune climbs like hail

We could stretch
Our time, look at our legs
Tilt to the bellied fluttering of our hamstrings and heartstrings
Stirring our soul, and pushing out the sighs and pulling in the ties
We just made love

If you feed a hungry child
You save it for a day
If you teach a hungry child
You save it from sleepless nights

When I saw you
For the first
time
In spring, as flies scurried
Life had new meaning
I felt I could begin again
From that stillness I had buried
When you left my life unkept
The vast valley stared back at me
But that new leaf never turns brown again
Even in an ocean that has dried
Covered by your arms like a vale
Open wide before sunrise
This is where I go to die
Under the shadow and rain
All under your subtle veil

If you are convinced
A phlegmatic mosquito cannot change the world
Try clapping around them instead like chasing cars

The rusty knives, bloodied by ancient time
Aren't enough to make you commit harakiri
Making it tough life as samurai
In any way you could be miserable and a wannabe
The dissembling never stops and hopping about never stops
While we find each other in the shadow of the bamboo forests
Welcome to the jungle, Champloo
A fight knocked you out
This sword will bring your last word
I'll have first blood
A total time you took to live
Was closer how much death loved ya
My pressured mind digresses
From the assassination
Of an excellent protege
I'll let you off the hook this time Murdoch
The last time I see you, space cowboy
You're gone for the time being
The galaxies light up in the divine comedy
The space rings of the ancient mines of meaning

From down there
We know you can't climb out
The Lord won't hear you
He thinks nothing is wrong

She knows that you're wailing for love
She knows that you're waiting for her
The moment's gone, time's passed
The past is gone, all there is is now on

In opportunity and benefit
Honest lovers are passionate
So, they share the moonlight and stumble forth
Onto endless opportunity and mirth

Truth shows after a while, so does nature
Turns after a while, ripe and mature
Then, what once was a peaceful affair
Becomes a burden, that's your love's future

For the world is only so beautiful
That another woman will deserve your youth
And the universe will not offer the love
You thought yourself entitled to once

Find what makes you gleeful and cherish it
For the day when you no longer are rich
The shared sunset you wished for will be lost soon
And regret of waiting on the dawn will leave you

The October leaves drizzled from the tops of branches
How they shine in the sun's rays, autumn gold and hectic red
A cold dark side like a deep trench in those arches
The willow and fir widen their arms for us
I'll remember this day forever

Ravens whetted by the rain's speared sun ray
The trees make their home for the peregrine
As Cupid harken, relinquishing his sheaf
Indeed, it is the arrows that scintillate under a violet tree
I'll memorize every bit of this elation and release

Every autumn when I look at trembling fickle blades
My mind finds its rest place as it looks for mystery
But, the world spins on its axis, neither ascent nor descent
A book's essence is dug up from it's spine, turned into dissent
Knowing I cannot live forever, I will remember this day

I look at your eyes from the corner of the room
The glimmer of your glasses cover my imagination
Yes I know it's sweet that I'm overhearing your heartbeat
This kind of liking is kind of overbearing too soon

The hail and mistletoe curl into frosty tendrils
I know I'm a bit of *****, you cut your finger on me
I'll gladly **** your thumb and wrap my arms around you
But it's kind of sweet to know you love cheap thrills in the sheets

This will be the last time
I will ask to stay
There will be the sky, moon, and stars
Waiting for you outside the door

You are now alive
I know you were trapped
Yet I hear the waves crashing inside
I see the waters lapping against the shore

Nothing does but, wildlife is
All around us,  the fire is through
The lyrical forests are burned in exhaustion

Love exists as a triangle
When friends circle break
Worldly walls hold us in
Spherically

Accusers write yellowed pages
Placing the hands of law
Above the human touch
Casting flaws
Aside
Life can be as such
A melodramatic tale of ******
But when it comes to yellow pages
Then most crimes stay indoors
In the life of rhymes
So when you write about ****
Don't ruin the poem
Take your time
Pen down experiences
Not the feelings
For which you are appealin'
Because the enemy will always run scot free
In a court full of friendlies
With the criminals of course
In Justice Kavanaugh

When they saw the fire in veins
They watched in awe
As the cold in her heart thawed
And started beating again

The flies once buzzed around her face
Busily they went about
Turning every corner as they flew away
When her eyes became diamonds

But, no one believed
They felt the fire had consumed her
Her heart was once made of ice
She just needed to feel some warmth

Poetry is not tough
It cannot be taught
The outpouring of your heart
Feelings put into metaphor
Mingling a need into an art
Requires passion and courage

Poetry is a release
If you need to express your hurt
In many ways using less lines
Like a street full of people
Looking for their dreams in rush hour
Yet, you will never find it there

Because poetry is not tough
As it needs a quiet place
To talk about it's problems
And open his soul to you

Get out of my inorganic hand
Get on with your organic life
I can't keep holding on to your tears and talent for eclipses
Ambition and dreams
Wild living and dull death has strayed from its highways
We are holding on to your distant dream oh loved ones
Unknown thoughts linger and follow you in the machine heart on wheels

When I left you
The idea
I'd be someone
Who leaves you
Left me speechless
And blank

The transient green
Of munificent trees
Taught me magnanimously, money came
With the autumn leaves
Experiencing the barren branches
With fields of fiery gold
Leaves
And me simply speechless
At the sight of the capriciousness

Of the autumn
And I as I leave
Like a cool breeze

poetry drips like honey
fluids keep me from viscosity
of the slowness of a lifeless
nuance where I can be ******
And sensitively the one and only
My wives keep me company
Only in memory
My cats and possessions in the fray
Of poetry
My phallus keeps the gaping
hole of my fallacy
As a reminder of the unwanted *******
Time drips slow and steady
Somehow the gears and wheels
Keep me alive
I keep the tears of life
Awake in sight of effervescent might
Hotly teeming with meaning
Is a ******* that's bleeding

The streets are racing
Like the sun
Setting light
To the human race
Cars blocking the light
Slowly
I see wings in flight
And i see a bird fly
Into the bright

Do not disturb me
I get angry
When I feel lonely

Hello, everyone
I am writing
I am sure that you have written too

Soon, the government will ask for our poems
When they forget that the medical reports
Are too difficult to read
When they realize it is too late, our poem will live

Some rare nights
When I think of the world
The fabric of space and time
Just splits the swirly smog

It is for some seconds
Through the cloak of darkness
Before dawn
In the painted knit of jet black skies

I can see the diamonds of the night
Like people on empty streets
They are scattered
I wonder, lonely stones come from where

They seem to belong to me
No one shares the same stars as I (except a poet)
Yet, they choose to be in the coldest nights
When I think of your cold glare

Except, diamonds are forever
You're the scientist
Who taught me this
Through heartbreak

That a ball of gas
Which is million miles away
From our living world
Is already dead, is only alive as an afterimage

All we have is our love poetry
People are now eternally in the present
That is why some of us are poets
Because we live in the past like dying stars and write

Just because you are in love
Doesn't mean he is
He just loves your words
Because they make his poems
Like trees make a forest
Waiting for the right poet

You can handle your music better than your fumes
Fury of guitars, and sopranos better than your human
Humean passion Lemmon calls you out of the some
Like it hot as a wire, to be continued
Broken poetry might be a Luddite
Crashin gon the bed or the funambulist
Of apartment fringes, and the crescent crazed steering little
Lintels of the elementary of the crowd, among the militant
Literary of the eyes that see-through in the clashes among the bright guns
Son of the Brixton feud
Pritchard of the meritorious crowd
I band with their hands
I lend cuticles as I crush my body to write these, free light in your darkest meanest face that sheds light how it is logically demented
Pandering to the meritorious merry crowd, felt better when you are cumulus in the inexplicable ineffable lustrous tame floods
Servicemen, and slaves deal with their infested shy rooms, mushrooms
Ask, speak, service, and bleed out in your pen-appended murmur