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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The reprisals of your life
Cuts like the role of a comedian
In this sad tale of redemption and humor
Where we may be clowns to God, but, positive to each other
Someday, I hope we live up to this standard

Finished my education
Heading for college
New expectations and people
Like characters and plot-lines
In the books I carry.

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

Circadian and clicking, the time comes alive
Time dies in thine endless river, but, where I have coexisted
In this wine of learned place sand and somnambulant sorrows and radiant summers
The sparrow in the rain among the Rastafarian posse
Left the one in the grass in the spring
Without a parent of the grass in the nest
Hopeless soul of the grass in the resonance
One with the universe and pressing grass in the rest
Confused by opulence and riches and pass in the fall's leaf and grass
Researcher of the alchemy and the scion of the grasshopper wings and the lessons learned
Grasshopper on the grass preys on the night and some pestering winds
Reconnaissance the reeds and wattles of the fuliginous underwaters

Manipulating is a little
Flavor
Advanced read

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

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

"You're blocking the light."
She said laconically
God replied,"Sorry, I think I was being shortsighted.
Here you go."
Almighty doesn't move
"Thanks" he approbates

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

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

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

Does anyone wonder
If living right and true
Is better than making the most of youth
Than having dignity in death in spite of what we don't know

Might we both live as one soul
In the green grass and swim among the moles
That dig out their noses out into the sun
Looking for love on quiet day
When the heat seeks their foreheads

In a backyard.

Laying by the lake
The leaves turn brown
As the sun wakes
You sleep with the gold
Cutting the trees of lumberjack town

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

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

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

I sweep my house
Cleanly
Cementing the marriage vows

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.

Sometimes I wish that you entered my life
Like a bird that sings upon the trees
For once my life could be about you
Let this moment be ours

Can I be free from myself
You've cast a spell on this soul
Dwelling upon the past forever
Tonight isn't the same without your presence

Let this moment not leave me
Your hair, the breeze downstairs
A sudden chill creeps up my shoulder
Tonight is my moment to be yours

Tomorrow, you'll be someone else's
I'll still carry my blessings in my heart
This soul will shatter
Into a million stars of your night sky

It's getting better
When you try
Your hands are tied
Your clothes are stuck in the sleeves
Your collar is a frock
You've just jumped through time
Either you're a cross-dresser or Thomas Edison
You must be someone
Somebody's son
Instead, you've been disowned
They have changed the approach to treating the young
How about you colour the town
You fabulous woman
Doesn't matter if you're gay or lesbian
You'll never be alone

If you cut hair
Make sure you sweep before you go too
And cut other's before the beat

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

Boyd and Candace
I am a backdoor man
On the front line
A hard luck soldier
I write prisoner's wives
From Western Union company

I am a dungeon keeper
If the weather allows it
A hue and cry calls from under
Tethered to a teletype desk
I am a victim of my pride
Boyd and Candace hear my plea

I am chained to a job
If I love my wife
My son grows seven
If I scaremonger in Plymouth
To call politicians fake
Boyd and Candace let me pull a gun

The judges reprimand me
With their eyes of steel
I escape my own anger
By praying that God grant
Me my death by a cocked revolver
Boyd and Candace pull a roll of tens on my bill of death

A better believe that an Old Joke
Makes my life better and jokes better
And life miserable can be solved
Je suis voulons decrie
Je mais

I was expecting your call
Did you disturb?
In my sleep, without care or wait

Love is so beautiful
That it can fill you
And take shape in those imperfections
But, it is also powerful like an ocean

Too powerful for a broken cup...

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

Words flow out my pen
Meant for better sentences
Such as "I love you"
Too bad I'm single
And there is an answer
To the question of love
The affection just makes my body tingle
With a feeling so serenely tranquil

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

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

The ember of time
Lights like a fire
In the embracing of a concept
That took a nightcap
And the candid, are really sure of the phone call
That lit up the thirst for knowledge
Of redundant problems that require further realization
It's feeling, no modus operandi, no feeling of veritable nature
In this compromising mother of nature
Since the wide eyes fallaciously wake
And the indolent breezes that wash over me like sirens
The loudness of the morning sun wakes me up
Like the smiling Sun prays for the unnurtured
From the dark, you can see the light
If you dig further into your force of nature

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

Is it a familiar
Feeling
That we ask why when we wonder how?

The sunshine dying to play sunny in California, always ages
The goddess left his side, thawing out in your cove of scenery
Everybody slivering on the grass being greener on the other side

What would you do have a friend understand you?
Would you give up your imperfections
To have the perfect friendship?
What would you do if you were all alone?
Would you give up your solitude
For a feeling of being part of someone's problems?
What would you do if lost your true love?
Would open your heart to someone's problems
To have the perfect friendship?
If the answer is yes to all of the conditions
Then you are conditioned for a relationship
You are ready to love someone like your own
Take their drawbacks and turn them into your's
You are ready to take someone's flaws
And turn the hours into minutes
Just because that person makes you feel alive
She may even take you to the best place on Earth
That you may have always known, but, never explored
If you are willing to leave the idea of love
And love the idea of friendship
Then, my friend, you are ready for a relationship
If you are in love with the person in their most hateful
Then, it may be time to call it quits
But, telling yourself, trying is for losers
Is why winners quit, and quitters never win

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

Make your life an eloquent love letter that touches hearts
Your flesh a surreal metaphor that knows a loving touch
Your blood the persistent rhyme that cradles a generation
What flows through verse after verse are your lines

Make the verse as powerful as you can in your mind
Touch it with sensation and imagination
It is your poem after all, your celebration
Pour rain on the final line with a hint of persimmon

You shall live on in the hearts of men and women
With a kind of climactic end, that makes lovers sigh
It is your lines that makes the poem a powerful autumn
And your creative struggle relevant to the current generation

Make your flesh a love poem.

The saddest part about caring
Is when the other person doesn't
Understand why they make you happy

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

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

If you can leave
Everything, then
You are really somethin'