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

The universe spirals
Unhinging, and awakening
Awkward time, between birth and realization
And before that you are dead?

The ghost slurred
Without shape
Black ghosts do lie in the shade

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

An amazing speech
After Carmen, in the opera
Hall, half of them left the theatre, unsure of the noise
Maybe, it wasn't really a great speech, but, better operatic humor
Like my cat likes my dog more than me
We could twist and shout, and we'd still be able to think twice if we weren't bleeding
A charming smile and you were complete life of the party
Loquacious, and lascivious, let's be lacunae love

A bought a peach dripping from serendipity
A stolen apple from beggars dreams
A bough of flowers from the nearest bouquets
A couplet of children followed me, driving me bananas
Popular with them, I made haste with the bread and wine from the supermarket in downtown annals of stated streets
All of them were documented like the underground denizens of the supercilious looking for a summer promiscuity and bacchanal

Follow me through the waters
The ocean's cold and deep
Broken hearts seek excitement too
Time still moves on through

You fill my eyes with light of a thousand suns
Many days have passed and I've searched for you
In the skies and oceans
But, time still moves on too

I don't believe you will remember me
When you say the sunset is beautiful
I know I am tip-toing along the reflected starlight
And a thousand iridescent eyes of the skies follow us

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

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

Let's dream up a sky
Let's brighten up the day
Let's dream of a thousand moons, instead of solitary stars

I'm willing to give you love
I'm willing to give you my time
I'm willing to give you my loveless terse glances
I'm willing to open my soul to you
Just don't fall in it
Heave and ** with the love and evil
Redact our love you's for jazz and ***
I'm falling for you again, I'm shaving again
But, how can I love a Teddy Bear warm as my ruler
If you have a supernatural father as my school breaking
Hiding your nameless face at school of science
Teach us, I'm willing to learn your way
Teach us about closing our eyes at night come
Afternoon, just open your heart once again
With a love immeasurable, knowing is enough for a wise man
Fall in it, it's useless to try and useful to take your time
Say, stay out of the groove if you can't handle the time and waste it like a confused passionate fool
Use the key to my unchained heart, instead

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

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

Her arms lay beside her side
His ample time lay beside her arms
We held hands, he held them as his own
The right hand of the clock strick off another minute
We decided to leave the loneliness and minutiae
Premonition of repudiating our feelings
Amusement, and parks of recreation
We should be more like apples and less like oranges
That's what they tell us, as they compare our art
Some of us love the doctored fruits and imagery

Some of us hide in the fine-line of shadows and unbeing, just being shadows
I hope someone, begs to differ when seeing this serendipity

White as snow
Gotta say you look a little
Fair even for War
Blitzkrieg offence rushed
like the reflection
Of your childhood in an iceman
Killed in seconds
By the hidden bombs
Semaphoring stopping projectile snowballs
Well your snowman
Got the twigs right
There's a fire burning
In the forest
Crying for your presence
But you'll never become
Because you've sold those quaint feelings
For a life of killing
I suppose the blood in the snow
Looks bloodier than the wine
Celebrating your victorious
Feeling stentorious yet
'Cause your iceman
Was never loved by me
Your fellow blue-eyed brother
But the look in your eyes
Gave away the lies
Of your innocent price
For the worst winter
Fair-Weather Friend

Let us say
As love is mysterious this way
Because I want you to stay

No courage to finish the sentence

A bit of macabre, I had been to many forests
Little riddles and a couple of animals hurled themselves
Of kilograms, of sureties and my travels brought me back
Seamed at the lengths of cat whiskers, take my whiskey and match the lions' proud gaze
And **** my softness, and sing my dancing mind goodbye, a boy in the forest
The little riddles often, turn up as jostling for the first word in the birth of the Sphinx
Too bad the one who has the last word is the winner, a riddle has been put of for well-fed and well-bred streams
The good and evil, the small-breaths of life count out my spoken silent footprints
What do spoken word and streams have in common?
A source for the force of nature, and battlecry beyond the firewall
A mirror of reflected futures, adding a proxy to the person someone loves their bright mornings on a jungle
A little benediction and derelicts would bring us to a halcyon jungle at the foot of the hill
Caves in passing, we found footprints in the muddied streams (ravines)
To rest in the places beyond the few-men of Irish streams, that flow in the penitent ones, case of passing freedom
We looked for a violent altercation to occur before left the reconnaissance, but, we had the time out of the lakes that allowed us to tread on leaves
I hope the basket wasn't yours, but, the places of tracing out a caution, but maybe, reaching for the firepower on stars
Crazed by the words beyond our grasp, and praying to worlds, the dedication is all in our hands or in the hands of the forest boy

Cunting stars
Making moves
Trust me not
Counting the words
Lost in the fault

Life can be made colorful
If you can be nice
About abolition of slavery

The years
Passed by
Kept me in
The waking
Of the followers
That seemed
Like personal
Gifts
But it was
Just a talent
To keep friends
Within the war-torn
Land

Red sight and blind meteors in the soundless night
The chance is in our blood and the choice in our dream
Wake up if you're dreaming, and the turgid life in your sender's message
Wake up if you're sleeping, and the tumultuous light in your receiver's sights
Everything is not in chance and choice, and I've learned this by making bad decisions and opportune times in lucid dreams
I'm falling, and the fall releases me
And I can finally stand
Catch a fire
The truth won't stand for your laziness
And the statistics don't show happy people
Your lies can follow the inveigled arguments
But, you'll never catch feelings if statistics are just a number

When you are blind
And you can't see
Desire lies in the skies
Cloudy dreams
Children from
The same place
Find meaning elsewhere

Someday, I'll look at those moments
When every secret revealed
With it a fiery passion
That had festered in silence

While the memories were lost
Held together by these words
Carved neatly in the corner of your heart
They live on

Boundless as the tides of time
When a violent heartbeat
Causes a dull ache
The blood will sometimes course its way

Into your heart and soul
Intertwining with my being
Soft and slow as a gentle breeze
Every time you dream of me

Talk in my sleep
Pictures on my window
Laying out on my diary, Hoben pon dai ni

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

k e e p s i x f e e t d i s t a n c e
w h e n c r y i n g
d o n t s n e e z e
b i t c h e s

"It's safer for us" they said

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 poodle stole
The noodles of sausages
And went on a roll among the rabble-rousers

Cold heaven could you be like this
Still, time keeps looking at my vigilant whites
The timekeeper on this eternal gaze on loveless souls
We could be like this, and remiss by the straits of direct derelicts
Understanding the giant
Is by being in its shadow
Like a heron
I put my beak in the water without a heart that dies
Like a fish
Escaping this forgone breast of civilization flowing freely
Mollient like money
Crying tears in demanding work without wage and a light at the end
Order and occults are all part of the same isthmus of divine love

I found beauty
In a dash of spring
In it's still lingering

The skill of a writer, his abilities
Are found in how well he can show and tell
The sun shining through the canopy
In a rare sea cone, the wind nestling

The immensity of the broken heart
Can only be found in his ruby redness
And the frigidity of his thorny stem
With a delicate rose covered in rain

I often found shortness of sluttish time
Can be felt in my restless, urgent lines
Moving beyond foolish rhymes with strict meter
Preserved in every cup of similes and minutes

Myself present in every metaphor
The hours may pass without a word for her

Rushing through the days, tomorrow anew
Your voice never falters, just reading
Through newspapers too

Your constant digging at my emotions
Searchin' for an underlying problem
The nights are the same, we laugh again?

Sleepless, on the extremes of the bed
On the opposites ends of the world
The curtains kiss the wind, why don't we?

Cars going through the streets
Running over the bridges
Taking turn to carry
Harsh feelings
Towards loved ones
In a funeral hearse
Like tombstone about to broken
Like a tone of grievance hinted
Right about the things about to be spoken

Chained to you
I can't see the light of day
But, I can spend the nights with you

The sorcerers' clouds
Whisper loveless quotes
On the parchment sky
Parched by drought and sorrows

I always believe in you
I just never thought
We'd get so far, so easily
All things are difficult before easy
There's a feeling that sets me free
And it tells me I'm wrong about all the niggardly people
Who deserves your love
But, sometimes we deserve this acrimony
To understand the probity of God
In this, we find our heroic nature
Sometimes, bound by sacrifices
We find things worth giving up
That's why I always believe in you
But, first I thought you were a periphrasis to my elation
To appreciate whenever you'd leave
The curating curtain silhouettes
Billows and keeps the shadows
Inside this crepuscular room meant only for quaint satisfaction
Like the smell of old books touches our senses
This room is my abode
And you are the subject of my desires
In sensible choices, I find your inspiration in my deepest dreams
Guiding me through creativity and reality, alike
Like a sun that cannot find its son, so it has a flame burning in our womb
Surrounding us in an eternal gaze meant for desolate souls like Pluto

I've been unfair to you, my fire
In the midst of my storm of lies
I have hid the truth from many eyes
That you are the best thing in my life

The wisest friend that God could give
To a fool
Whatever comes, I'll never
Forget you, my shine on the greyest days

Walking down this road
Take me to town quickly
Ask me your favorite streets, and Czech colors
Take me where your rebellion breaths and your stability lies
Here in my life, is my road and the street of rudimentary life
From which we made more, out of love we proceed with deep strides
Asking for the common touch of Czech colors

Lying through my teeth
In the end esoterisms
Mean nothing
To me
I speak the truth
I speak of the truth
I speak with honesty
With meaning
In my voice
For a place in a world
Full of lies and deceit

Dust turns to dust
Ashes turns ashes
Finally I'll be in
The place I belong
If I had anywhere to live
I'd feed off the ground
Rather than breed interminably
Or harbinger a lavish disease
But, it's fun being alive
When you know you are close to the ending
Like reading a book till its last page

Except the story keeps playing in my soul
In my special place
Where I know solitude
Or what dreams are made of
Peaceful starry skies are where I find oblivion

Let us crease
Into some fashionable risk, do not rescind
Delayed, ardent and mainly fear ourselves and become indistinct

If you aren't certain
That your work counts
You're in the wrong line of work
Your fire might die out befallen
Buttress the iciness of your handshakes
The curtains fall on your face before you make a name
For yourself in the curtain call

All the other kids with the drugged up veins
Float above the water
Race against the tides and shores

Lick the sun
Feel the heat on your tongue
And the salt in your sweat
Burned bleach skin

You're blacker than a lung
Full of smoked cigarettes
And a gun to shoot your brain
Into a mindful of dreams

Beast of the fantasy
Living with Lord OF The Rings
With the students of Lord Of The Flies
We've got books
But school's a comic...
Puzzingly
"Hello, Poetry I'll be with you for a long rhyme."

Tinkering cups
Placed on a plate
The pills of sugar dissipate

For those who are waiting to pay the price
For pursuing excellence
There is a special place in heaven
With a special sign that says

"You don't belong here, my friend."
Stay with us, your family will miss you
Be happy and safe
You matter to us in many ways

The ringing drums
Keep the bells
Of the salvation
Tolling in the temple
Of fog

Memories fade away
When Imagination flies
Crowds raising questions
When you're living
And waiting for a sign
See streets live up to their standards
Like beggars look up to you
For change