Cezanne and Paul
Gauguin Lay in the same
Realm As Art's Avalanche

Do not disturb me
I get angry
When I feel lonely

Prison keeps us away from family
Family keeps us from prison
Love keeps us in prison and away from family
Because we do some crazy stuff when we are in love

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

The boy with the soulless eyes
Never dies
Even if he tries
Finding fresh air
In a blue cambric
Made by nuns in their tunics
Is a fickle thing
You're the soul of the occult, they said giggling

Dark globe watch hang in the Hightower
Oe'r our captain sail on the lovely towers of oceans
Tumultuous frenetic was once a lad's new order
Squall, riders patient beyond the thee
The form on thee light that stared in the other boy who hated that boy's shadow
The breadth of heights
The heights of breaths
Dancing with the girl from Phoenix's ashes, blue coruscating hassling eyes took us from raging terrapins
Dark Globe Watch keep us in the memory of Aeolian
Get out of my dreams
Take me in your arms, I'm really regretting this one
Imagine how you would regret if searching truth was the absence of lust
But, the bloodlust can be heard in a soldier's company

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

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've been waiting for you all my life
Just to rest in your arms
Now you're on my mind
See if I give a **** tonight

If I kick myself for loving you
Will you be there to save me
Because I know you won't care
As long as you've vanished without a trace

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

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

In the cerulean
Beyond the empyrean
Sits heav'n
Amidst the ethereal
Kings gaze at the arboreal
Aftermath of a punished protean
Player in life's game of profit and ruin

I'm at the cliff of existence
Looking down at my friendships
And lack of innocence

Lies stare at my face
And liars and scammers hide their's
As I try find a trace of truth
In this world for me and you

We help or save
As the helpless men
Look for law and order
As oppression rules the nation
That does care to look or judge
But, arrest it does
As the helpless men
Struggle and fight
There is no verse or speech
That can give a dying man
His last breath

Lay in the shade
A day out, new moon hiding
Tomb turns around on breaking dawn
The dead man turns around in his grave
When the flowers stop coming
When the graves stop burning
The truth dawn on me, and shined on me

Germinating by the dull roots, April is the cruelest month
Truth tells that our soul can fight this cruel cycle
When the planets align, we look up instead of our red earth
It's an eclipse, right?

Fear washed away like a man
Like bread among the ghettos, ***** for the well-read
Dulcet tones ring for sinners washing their dilemmas
Fortified war?
War is born of trauma, challenged by hope

I hope you have a good time
Good times, never lose you to time and tide
A man standing, or woman waiting
Can we find a balance, between two of these lovechildren
Waiting on the opposites sides of the floor, nobody moves
There's a water that crashes or takes the shape of teacups

Is tomorrow another beginning
Or the end of the beginning
When does the perfect ending come
If it does arrive, what prescribes the reason
To precedent can we hold it to be worrisome
For us, tomorrow is just an anomaly
A wordless remark on the fruit of today
If it does have some patterned conscience, how do we stop hurting
Like birds without flight or wings
Grasping the sky, without purpose
Always singing the caged bird's song
Forever, even when tomorrow comes
Bolted doors will be removed and empty as windows
Opening of loading docks for homeless ships
To return, without knowing they ever left
Abandoning the captain of this vessel
Who believes in patience
And living in the present

Hey, can we talk
I get anxious
You are my source of remedy
I am hooked on to you
Like once everyday
I am needing you
Like twice for a weekend
So my Monday are artful
And Sundays paint the sadness
My days are losing colors each Friday
Saturdays move by on islands
Without smilingly or lively holidays
Hey can we speak to ourselves
Or do we need a break
Can you stay or does
The phone seek any use
Maybe, we could talk uselessly
Over poetry and power of penned words
Summing our daily grievances
On social media’s phone
Hanging up the calls
Rather than allowing bluer atlases to chart our conversations

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

Looks like you're pretty
Tonight
Seems like taking
You somewhere
Tonight
will you keep
My memories
with that place

Roaming free
Bound by borders
Of society
Nationalism stays in my heart
And taxes are responsibility
Guess society is my responsibility
'Stores are taking
Trends by a maelstrom
And selling things that are bought
But never owned
Grateful for things
That I had thrown
Feeling
That old-fashioned
feeling
Sends a meddlesome memory
Bringing gruntled greetings
From every bank
For every ******* lona
Economists
Were right
The country you live
Is a just a home
In a nationalist poem
And it really shows
That if you go through
the rolling with the punches
You'll never leave the turbulence
In your past
And in your present
You're just war-torn
Why send soldiers
If you people back at home

Lying on the couch
Like a sketch
Lies my mother
With the same breath
As I expressed

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

As you talk
I cannot help smoke a little
In my mind as I am abstemious
And write about me
Sip on tea, so that I am not tempted
As you spit out the pips
Of an orange
You cannot resist some mulled wine
Neither can I
But I'll make liquor flow from your lines
Intoxicate your muses
They will pay a dime for your time
A pocket is enough for the stars you want
In your prime you may have taken a sip of milk
Now you're a someone I can have later
With sugar and cream
You are my cuppa tea
Spirits talk to us as we caress our glasses
And tip the wine and let time flow like love

The first occurrence of warm diplomacy
Of a presidentially concurrent ceremony of icy handshakes
Was the inauguration of Robert Frost's poetic recitation of a lukewarm reception, but, boisterous rationale
Among the black people, were some on the sidelines
And some white people were freed at last
By threat of a less-traversed path that brought them ostensible freedom
The positive outlook of a friendly face in the midst of this diverging wood
Made the travel worth the entry in my journal
So, did Robert Frost put fire to my soul
The medley of this luck is simply the fire to my icy rubber soles
That tread upon palliating poor relations and the force of nature wasn't inconsequential

The human nature doesn't deceive
In some emotions
I found your instinct match my life
It was the smell of the battlecry
In a town of full agrarian economists
Who realized the buckwheat was the staple
Of this life of lateral paradigms
Being single, it feels like I'm a single market economy
Constraints in my ****** positions
Might be uneconomical for our desire for leisure
We sit and stare
Not knowing what Renaissance statues atop of Vatican structures hold
From the boughs of humanity and sounds of silence
Rising from the troughs of the highs and lows
Comes a sepulchral cry
Of a passion that might die

Dreams
After
Dreams
Turn to nightmare

There's a water of color
And some of them
Whisper of death, lit by the firefly

Who'll stop the rain
It must've marked 20 years today
I'm still such a lonely man
The houses have been washed away
Too bad I can't seem to remember a sunny day
Look God what you've done to me
My family's dead
There's no peace in this soul to take
I'm still such a lonely man
Sometimes I wish summer felt like a treasure from yesterday

As clouds swirl overhead
The streets free, as wandering harlots move
Hazel meets the brown in looks that forbid
Ecstasy comes from love is ordained and true

Apollo and angels casting their arrows
He bites his lip, as she leaves him again
Pressing his cheek against the antiquated columns
Feeling the cold, as the heart loses love

Untouched by rain under the lacquearia
Night and day, in the secret Eden
In the bushes of honeysuckle, hidden
But as he waits, time finds someone
Ready for love, again and again

Meant for each other
Leaving with one another
Angels flying overhead
For your world's sisters
and brothers
Tried and tested times
of the lover
Contrite about making mistakes
Heat brings the attrition
Of the Painstaking breaks
In the relationship
That was once heat
Now flowing
In the cold cold wind
That feels
Icier inside

The desert
Reminds me
Of the thirst
That lies
Replenished
Behind
A
Mirage
Either
I die
Parched
I make peace
Quarrel
Caught in Moses' storms
Of memories
The waters
Of nervousness
The hell breaks loose
When I find you
At the end of the pool
The light
Reflects
On the law
Of Survival
The oasis
And the sun
Come as
One
When you
cross the sandy dunes
Looking as old
As duels
Of Westerns

In peace
I reflect upon myself
And I see nothing in the mirror
Of what's seemingly fair
I guess it's imperfect
Even though it's rare
Having dubious doubts
About future debts
Peace isn't pecuniary
It's a 100-yard stare

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

Her fragments fell apart
Her time was short
The longest thing was the prison sentence
Full of tally marks, and wings that were burnt
On the brink of becoming fire and ice, and unbeing
In watery bushes, and shrubbery that hides in the gallows
Unfeeling like mires on the sunset line
Her hairs fell like wires, and the apartheid told us
She was meant to be broken, and even ****
Just not everywhere

Do what you want to do
I wish you rested in spring's adventure
Mayflowers move across St. Louis
And Missouri has the same heat
I never change if I remember these things
At the end of the world I go away
If I don't stay and the Sun revolves
The Earth sits as the wars have their attention
We ignore our Mother and so do the followers of religion
If we knew that true love was not wrong
We would be true to ourselves
Why do I tip the balance
When I grow older and older
As the rivers carry the bold fishes
Who may live longer than they swim
How long will we **** the seas
And the rivers will never see an ocean
How long will the trees make paper
And no longer strange scented silhouttes
In the ground of beautiful Earth
That my parents taught me to appreciate
Corporations confined me to the deracination
Of thou tempests that flow through placid skies
Where arboreal forests touch
Till they can no longer set foot on Earth again

I rushed into the sea
When I spotted some land
The tough sailors asked me to stop
I told them to wait and stand
Soon, I realized we were on a sinking boat
Someone had pulled the plug hole underneath
The captain told us to save ourselves and hold
They left me hanging from the trees, as they rowed away from me

The crowds cheered for us
As we made I back and forth
Turns out there was a hole again
The laughter faded as the water poured in
When the slaves jumped out from inside and swam again
The people left for their homes, hurriedly
The captain told us bring some buckets
And away, away the shipmates swam away

The banks called as I made it back home
Asking if I had money to consume
They wanted to see me
As I hadn't paid the loan
I wrote them a letter as a plea and said no
They wrote me one and asked me if I had a plan
I send one back and it said "None."
As I fled across the country
They caught me half-way with bags in my hand

******* at the sneakers
I hope you got the bud
I need the ******
How you gonna stay with me after this smoke
If higher than a cloud
Look at the *****
Step and tippy-toe
She hopping on your ****
Keep your company
******* her right in the ****
With the same ****** face
She looks like she gonna ***
Any second
Doesn't make a difference
You couldn't last another minute

We left in an hour
Got her by the gears
She told to touch her ******* and keep her tongue
In my tongue
Easy
Handle her by hips
Keep her for a long time
She's give you good loving
Where's the business?

I hoped genuinely
That we could be friends
But, you want someone else
As your friend.

Breakup?
Breaking apart
Falling apart
Moving on unsuccessfully

Don't underestimate me
For I show very little emotion
But inside there is an ocean
That can flood lands, but let out a few helpless tears

It's dinner
Light's are turned down
Dimmer
Mmm
Dinner

Every artist is an intellectual
Until
They get nervous

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

The floral vase was broken
The roses look complete
On the vase and in it

THere is a sound of a ringing bell
It reminds me of the teacher
I owed in a wedding
She's the wife of the Prime Minister of France
A French Education
Tepid Madame Delacroix
Treat to know a nice lady
Thou art in the greatest marble
But, marbles are too many
They fall from my hands
And get away
From a reconnaissance
A string of lies
Each lie
The hair of that old haggard lady
Still tittilates me

Manipulating is a little
Flavor
Advanced read

I felt the sun rise
See it beyond the horizon
Speak to me of life
Basking in the sunshine of my tries
Hollower than the Lord's light
Hallowed be thy name
Rings inside
I scream my name
In vain
Heart is as the hand of God stays
I hope that my song plays
In the meaning of some distant way
Of travelling men

The road back home is beautiful

Sun shining warmly in May

With trees overhead in sway

Why do I hide in the shadows?


I have people who remember me

They understand my needs

I can't trust them anymore

So, why do I want her?


I circle the city

I look for a seat on the subway

I sit across an empty seat that reminds me

I still play with her hands in my head


I have tried every street and nook

Read through every book

Hoping for a word or sentence

That won't remind me of her

Are we educated
To be better men
Or become terrifying educationalists?