Cuprous blue seeps into the hue
Of copper salts that are soluble to a certain degree
Ionized by the quantum physics of fluid mastery
Some of us call it mechanics, unable to find the shapely
This semblance of a resolute material dissipates into amorphous structures
Characterized by homogeneity
The redness of the sky might be because the highest wavelength fits
I guess it's survival of the fittest
But, all of them are pretty light and coruscating
In this rainbow of seven hues and seen from a mathematicians perspicacity
In a chemist's hitchhiking imagination on highflying LSD
Desolate from his experiences, reveling in his trident of discovery
Meditation, microdosing, and maths can make a deadly concoction
So when will you wake up, if a chemist saw the light in ego death
When will you wake up, if a physicist saw the nature of light in it's the essence
Maybe, you understand the mathematics of this astral world based on senescence governed by adic numbers
Maybe, you understand the rush of not being anywhere that is akin to progress
The perfect circle might be a loquacious description of pi
If you are correct till each decimal point
Making your place on this map, with numbers that guide your numbered time

******* 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?

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

Swerving
On a car
I trusted him drunk!

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

Dreams
After
Dreams
Turn to nightmare

In climbing trees of sevo
At said heights
Save yourself
Inscribing scriptures
Essence of reason
Innocence is an old picture

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

I love your *******
So much
I want the milk and haggard lard
Areolar harmony , spinsters can like it hot
But, the stirred souls like that sandy beaches
That I hate my country
But, the woman changed my soulless miles.

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

Places somewhere
Selling cream colored
Vases
Kept in golden colored
Satin satchels
Keeping
My whiskey
With crystal glasses
Life colorful

The loyalty stays with the competing sayings
I'm just starting to understand, what philosophy
My familial interstitial numbers rely on, it's just me and you
In the Solar System, in the middle of the serried
Streets that appear like dark stories, and wind like
Plot twists, and criminal cocktails from the bars
My mind is like a capitalist bazaar, bebop, and hip hop
And all the influences that roll with labels
Like fuzzy trees colored green, in the dark red cherubs
Iridescent canopies, and terse destiny that diverges like people
Having differences in the lost forest, people I warn you
Lose themselves, better to give another chance and let them start
Again with the introductions and the complimentary announcements
A wanted man could only follow these fuliginous forests
Only a wanted man could live up to these standards of being an elf
A gnome could talk you in the languages of the dark ages of the bright sages
Sagacious beams of wisdom, and the cornucopia of common ground
Second coming's here, it might erode with dust and ashes
Carving a giant tree is unleashing the chameleon's colors
As the forest dies, the snow stays, and you have a white chameleon
Unique like a snowflake

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

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

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

Wearing red dresses and rad heels
That bring morality to
Importance of my lessons in safety

Manipulating is a little
Flavor
Advanced read

The wall will be stained by time
The ink will wash away, but, the words remain
Without some solicitude and kindness
Perhaps the words will lose power

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

Feline lips
Tightened
Midnight living
Is or the uneasy awakening
Of the people affected
By corrupt intentions of purloining
Infected by the greed
Love is all you take in the beginning
The bitter high ground
Is like the pale blue sky
The reconciles with the perilous existence
Too bad, if this doesn't help
You should look at the grey clouds made of silver linings playbooks
Like new book readers
And newbies
I sip my coffee, bitter and sweet
Enumerable by the waves of sickness
That hit me in the perishing lands
By the sandy dustiness of places that are beyond
My time and the possessions, and the thesaurus
I keep in my bag reminds me of the words
You were, in my circumlocutory motioning
To the suns behind the thousand splendid times
In a land without mirages and mines, my legs feel like landmines
I can't walk on them anymore
On anymore
On the road
Far away from home, there is a system of the drowning sun
Antediluvian sun, don't come back from this rising sultry skeptical land full of light
Too me mirages are just objects that appear closer than they are
And dreams are made of these
I believe
If I believe in me
Then, I'm one with this homeliness
Then the feeling of being pecunious about my own nomadic tendencies
I probably roam in the bare wilderness
Tended to by psychedelic instances of the bitterness of a hundred blows
A hundred blows represent a hundred battles
Dealt with, in the dancing moonlight
The night sky covered senescence of a field that had seen a thousand suns
Hidden by light
Identifiable with the dark
Afraid of time and beyond

Reaching for the weapon
In a pool of blood
Catching
The criminal
Standing out

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

I am afraid of death without fulfillment
But I fear the coldness in the tomb
Demons gnawing at my self-esteem

Yet, suicide is such a sad end too
It takes away happiness and love
From someone who has never felt the two

Leaving an corpse with a double death

I was a moon burnt
In a shadow of the burning ember
Of the elliptical sun, for the possibilities
Of being blind in a sunburnt bleach
*** in the ground of germinating roots
Unable to recognize the insane thing
I had slipped my finger underneath
Inside it was a strange memento, of something I was remembered
Darker and the process of debris flowing the Asteroid
From here to Mars, and her hair was flowing with reeking riffs
Midriffs coming down on the sudden release
Of tension, I wasn't antediluvian of my primal pristine dream
The position was assumed and so the thrill of the chase
The theoretical nature of my disposition was just to tell you about
How heat and cold work?
Like lukewarm concepts could be brighter if they didn't add color
Like infrared vision, lemme understate how obscene our red lust
Was or was it blue, like punched up rag in some motel town
Making me a fighter rather than a lover insane with drunkenness
Or the streetlights light in a symbolic union like resourcefulness
How changed my mind Solar Eclipse, I noticed the beauty
Of her hidden eyes from the sun, maybe I wouldn't think twice
Between those thuds and thoughts where relentless bone-cracking makes my night
When the night is right, we could be your magnets and magnanimous friend in a chick called Destiny

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

I sweep my house
Cleanly
Cementing the marriage vows

I write down my feelings
My pen is ready
And my tongue is tied
Telling me my lips twist your words
Thoughts turns into time
Time turns into stone
I write on stone and take my time
Tumultous and turbulent
Two good words came out of seas crashing against
Raised coves and then it hit me
That I would sail two seas
To be with myself on the otherside of the world
Breaking my body to write good things
Making metaphors for my lies
Letting people in on my horizontal freedom

Lying on the vertical, falling for the rhyme hurts
The rhyme hurls me into the rhythm of life on the sidelines
Pass me by, touch my inner light
Bring the dark child out of the crescent moon
Say hello to how we used to say hello
Goodbye to mean men who don’t hide your heart
Go out cold when you never get my ideas
Lukewarm conversation is what I need
Warm my hands with your wordsmith
Wordless lassoes

To be alive is a crime
If you are yet to be punished
To be dead without crime in a mortal coil

Satirical Steinways, we were free ***** on piano toil
Writs, bills, frights in the proceeds going to poverished oracles
Impoverished by the diligent working class for the polity

Living in the city, politics putting us in the governed cells
Freedom loves, seek the whole motivated world on shiny stakes
Start stamping your immigration papers or work in the metallurgical

The humor of passionate egalitarians, everything is equal that sells
The drunken man sells his words in dollars, crumpled heaps, Schopenhauer on the doorsteps
Looking at the rabble with a thin eye and searches
Through thick and thin
Through fat and skinny
Through shallow and deep
Through jejune and adult
To be dead is a life worth living

When I first met you on an afternoon
You were sitting in a little cafe
Smiling gently
With your eyes calling to me

You wanted me close
Holding your hands too
Gently kissing your nape
Placing your jet black hair to one side

You'd bring the cup of latte
To your ruby red lips
Thinking of my mouth shift across your shoulder
And quiver and shift in your seat

I can see it in your trembling hands
You wanted to spend a little time
Unzipping me with your mind
Clutching my hips, bringing it closer to your skirt

Letting me pull apart your *******
And stroking your thighs
I pressed my lips harder as you took off my t-shirt
Grabbing your legs for this wild ride

Placing your arms on my shoulders
Sinking my teeth in, letting it all slide in
You can hear my breath grow louder
Inside you, moving with a steady rhythm

It only lasts minutes, it feels like an eternity of pleasure
As you breathe, heave, and sigh
The cup almost falls out of your hand
Thinking about me this way

Bra undone, makeup's a mess, and it never felt so good
With my scent on your skin
Your lips redder than a rose
Cheeks blushing pink like a cloud in autumn

If you loved me
You wouldn't stay silent
If you loved me
You would accept me as I am
If you loved me
You would have told me
Even if I didn't love myself
Because I needed to hear it
From someone lost like I am

In some days
Through the past
I've been writing songs
And poems
At last
There are places that I hope
To revisit
Like Hell's Kitchen
There are places
Trapped at last
Like my memories
Left in the lush trees
Undisturbed
Like rain settling like dew
On the airy
Somehow I get late in
This cold as ice land
I hope to live in Hell's Kitchen
Till my last dance

Like water you are silent
Like the crashing waves out
Like the streams of cold water
Like the chasing wind of crying stars
Whenever you come out of the sea
You hide behind the cloud when the moon comes out
When the light comes out, it's over and there are just silent waters
Over a straddled bridge where the madcap laughs raucously

Light is broken, and brass is unspoken

Ate
Cheese sandwiches at McSorley's
With cheese strings hanging
With Kenneth Roxroth
On my broken shoulder
And Dylan Thomas
The four ales and the book of poems
Gave me an appetite at eight

I'm sitting on this park bench meant for two
It's the eve of my birthday right after the end of monsoon
The rain falls weakly with a heaviness in each drop
I miss the times when the thunder drowned out the crowd

I still hear them, the whispers of the past in friends lost
Through poetry, I can give a voice to my sensations
I'm able to temper my restless heart
But I promised to keep you safe when you were little

Life is transient with insecurities deeply entrenched
While all my friends like the seasons have been brief
Still I circle this park bench, I see a different youth
Who was changed because of you

Closer to my body
Hugging me closely
Closer to my pulse, coursing my veins
These are my experiences, fuming
I guess you're out of the fire, lunar cycles declare a new moon
Finally

Three times
I took from the lake
Now I look at my reflection
I find that my face doesn't
Look any cleaner
It's raking with traces
Of my cases
The farther I go from
The pond
I closed in on
A real sunrise
Came on the lake of law cases
Finding my place in the sun
On the golden pond
In the distance
there was the lasting
Of reaping reveries

These are the words keep me alive
Life keeps me in stirring poverty that cripples
Like a ballerina twisting and turning on her toes
Toes hurting by all the dancing and walking
Walking didn’t feel any slower
Waking up didn’t feel any different
Turning didn't make me feel prettier

With a sudden breath
The sands of time came and went
And with a couple of footprints, we imprinted the vehement sands

I wish we could be together
Life wouldn't allow us to be old today
Like flowers that bend together
Bending their little heads

The mirror carries a reflection
The sun loses interest
Flowers bend with time
As sure, as mirrors never lie

The governor drinks his coffee on the terrace
It starts raining as the wind circles
Tomorrow is promising
As the promises of yesterday

I have many miles through ice storms
But, flowers bend with time
Not the wind
It's the sun keeping them warm

The mirror carries a reflection
But, flowers bend with time
But, not the wind
Life runs away each day

The sun glazed upon the horizon
Almost welcoming the ghost of winter
It was a sense of loneliness
That set me free
Now my friends are heirs of kings
As well as city directors
Whose address is unavailable
In directories or thin air
Such are seasons
Such are a handful of reasons
To walk in moonlight
Or to tread in broken harbors
In pale evening spread against the welkin
To touch your red skin once again

Mellowed down
By the water
Elated by the yellow
And the crimson
Flows through my veins
In this suicidal shore

The birds overhead nurture
Can you feel the unyielding nature
As we conspire under the covers
No light enters our intermingled love

Throwing light on the transparent waters
Going down south around the iridescent mouth
Here we slide, down we go!
Our first love, then you escape my touch

Lest the children cry
These restless eagles will circle death's decomposed hide
You can run, but, no one can save you from life's pleasure
Neither Aphrodite nor the god of poetry

If a phantom ushers in the wind
As the gust of torment tingles your body
The people will keep living
And we will still be friends

All in a pile of ash
We all seem like elemental poets
Except we are mortal
This is all you the time in an hourglass of sand

As the horizon fades
Like a highway on lonely valley
So do I
Behind the loveless sun

If not for rain
The sky wouldn't fall
But I guess clouds would always be white
Without the need for silver linings
In the story
Of every person
That starts at day-break

Life
Could be so mundane

Praying
For time
For a timeless
Existence
I'm unable to carry my sins
To the next life
It doesn't make sense
I've forgotten my innocence
But my priest helps confess
He even laughs
Drinking wine
Understanding greed
Through loaves of bread
That's a person I'll follow
For life's steed
I'm infected by the seed
I can't
germinate
I can't ruminate
In this lost land
God's many plenary plans

In houses of God
Lay the glass paintings
Of Jesus
And Mary Magdalene
Uplifting
Religion
With sacrifice
And wisdom
With a God-like intuition
I look at these portrayals
of saints
And hope
I can paint
The same way
Without tainting
Their imagery

A man makes a dying wish
A girl breaks his promises
Hours pass us by, so does life

The candidate carries his stamped papers
And is mistaken for a beggar by the commissioner
He's lost but found

The train of life reaches a close
And the stories keep losing their prose
You will meet someone

The curse will be on those who fear death by fire
Forget the goal, let it come when it will
Tell them what you saw was beautiful

Just because I say Hello
Means I'm comfortable saying
Goodbye