The warmest feelings
Come from people
Who have felt the fire deeply
Or those who have been burnt badly
By being in love truly and madly

Autumn arrived
The leaves burnt, crackled at the stems
With pink edges, drifting in the firmament
In step with the wild wind

Even as I watched the clock count down time
There, in my heart, I held on tight
To hope, like a little child
For many years

That while the trees lay bare
I could hear what's in their heart
So that they knew someone listened
To them

Year after year, they shed their skin
Laying bare to nature
Helpless to raging storms
You can still see the bruises from the last hurricane

Their broken heart is like an old, torn book
Passages dying to be read by a curious mind
They heal me and soothe the pain
When I'm in pensive state

On the days that I hurt the most
I write their words for you
And that is when the dam surrenders
Letting the flood of emotions pour asunder

I've spent my life exploring the forests
And racing through the aged greenery
But as the seasons change
Something stirs their harmony

In the heart of the deep rich sanctuary
There were multitudes of trees
Bare and brave
Letting the breeze raze them

Weakening their grip on life
They surrender their peace to the stars
While it takes strength to come this far
Nature says that it is time to let go

A wildfire cracks the aged willow
Ravaging the forests of antiquity
Leaving behind the white dust
There's no anguish nor sorrow

A wildfire consumes
Leaving behind only
Millions of roots underground
Yet they survive

So the eye of Death is kinder
To the frail branches that held yesterday's leaves
As God sheds off the imperfections
Leaving behind only a memory

Life persists
And after many seasons
When I am gone
There'll be another forest that takes it place

Build the stars
The stars seem to fall
From the mirth of the
On The end of the horizon
That kept my tendons
On the upkeep
With my musculature
Of my back
The years on end

So guess what?

What?

My crush texted me
"I've been thinking about hanging out, a lot."
Out of the blue
Without hint or clue

Then what did you say, girl!

Lemme, lemme finish first
So I reply, I haven't in a while
But, since it might be friendly not a flirt
So why not comply

Why not indeed, good on you
Then what

So he says well
I had to go buy some things for mother's party
We can perhaps catch a movie
Instead

I thought splendid
So asked him when will mother buy the return presents

Then?

She's coming with us to the date
And he didn't ask her to leave us 'lone, for ****'s sake

Your whispers will echo through the thundered seas
Memories will tear the sails from the canvas seams
A soldered heart that was once a levee
Now broken and flooded

Our love is a rocky shore where sailors dare to dream
Ships of words are wrecked by bombs under covers of the night
We see the sight of hope but hope is not our guide
It is a distant dream after the thunder dies

Then the journey comes alive

The order is release
And I can't change my release form
I hope that changes my opinion about American Justice
The dream stays like an addressed flag, worn by a leprechaun
Cherishing the four-leaf clover and washed up Panama Canal
Cape Canaveral thanks for the rockets, the fallen angels

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

It was your spirit
Your ambition
That tested the limit
Every stance held passionately

I will miss those eyes
Cutting through mine
In the air of smoke rings
You held me, words lingering

I still feel lighter
Thinking of you
But that's all one can really do
If I can no longer make you feel like a feather

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

It is 11:11 now
In one minute
I will cry more
Than the entire day
Dry tears

As I carve you and blacken your face
The page will lose beauty
As soon as I add colour to your cheeks
Rosier than rubies

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

For the first time in my life
You've opened my eyes
To the crimson fire
That burns inside, consuming me tonight

It has ignited
My mind, soul, and body
Flooding me with flames
The heat extending to my fingertips, down my spine

In the warm noon under the clear skies
My legs go numb as you creep up to my face
Covering me with kisses under the sheets
I'm dizzy when walking the empty streets

In the quiet hours of midnight
When the world's sound asleep
My heart pounds across my chest
With all its might

It rains and the clouds thunder, a guttural cry
I search for you in the pools of crystalline  
Often I'll stumble upon the stone pavement
As this obsession drowns me in this moment

Pulling me under, clogging my windpipes
Breaking my spirit, carrying my soul
Through the dark nights spent in complete solace
I'll watch the satin sky, as the rain falls on and on

On a silent, dark night
After the rain has subsided
These words, in time
Will show you my truest fears

As I race through the fog, running through woods
Scarred by the biting wind laced with snow and ice
The blizzard runs through me, freezing my temples
Curling through my veins, seeking warmth

I'm captured by your cold, cold heart
Transfixed by your beautiful eyes
Longing for your delicate hands that break the spirit
Starving for your naked embrace, abandoned and desperate

Someday, these words will kiss you
Under the cold July rain, where you lie bare
When the storm caresses your luscious locks
And the rivers of your soul drain into the vast seas of sorrow

Our memories will fade into thin air, tomorrow
But all I can think of is your sweet face
That carries me through this difficult phase
I'll hear your breathless whispers and soothe your nerves

Clasped arms in an intense moment of passion
Let me move into you in the heat of the night
Till you need me for an eternity
This fire will burn indefinitely

As I breathe you in
Douse you with the flames of my eyes
Caress you with a touch
As the mask falls away

I yearn for you when the wind is breathing heavily
The tresses that lay over your shoulder
Like trees across the shore of a river
Brushing your neck with my lips soft as waves

Take your clothes off, white linen hugs your skin
Draped across your breast, quivering lips
Curling into a ball of passion
Your hips will ache with every dip and ******

Wanting me more with every intimate glance
I'll dance with you under the rain
I want you just as much a bird yearns to sing
You bring out the wild side deep inside of me

As I undress you with my eyes, seated next to you
Close to your heart, listening intently to its beat
Lightly touching your hair, sliding my fingers through it
Bringing our lips to meet in a stolen kiss

Rustling leaves that flutter with the naked breeze
The heart of the forest is calm and serene
Pleasure and pain are just the same
As our peaceful night ends

We stare at each other, wondering
When will we cross paths and exchange fresh glances
Like strangers meeting
In the next life

I guess I'm still looking for you
Keep looking for the truth
About the skies
That bathe in the sun
Like a hot bath
In April
Revelation tells me I'm dreaming
Of a touch
Never knowing warmth
The coldness reminds
I'm being taken to a prison
The warmth of the ***
Beats the cold sentencing to life

Dear lovers,
Awkwardness belongs in the bedroom
Not at the table
We need some leg-room

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

I know I miss your heart
I miss your art
Your shapes and curves
I know these are things I miss

As the world turns round from night to day
Your memories last a century
But, there is no solace
From the moments we shared

When I know I miss your arms
I imagine those hands touch the sky
With a little skip and sigh
A lasso steals the sun and the light dies

You brighten up the midnight
Is there anything else I missed?
Yes.
You!

I can keep remembering the memories
That should be trapped inside, in cupboards
That keep more welcoming things like custard powder and baking soda
It's all written on the grocery list of week's work
My workingman's dead
You do not have one of the things, or feelings
On the list of items meant for non-believers who hang like non-living things
Having their own non-living features and redeeming ways, still recuperating
Have we lost our ways, or I keep asking myself have I forgotten anything
If I can't title my desires and compartmentalize them, in closets meant for clothes
These are what I wear, revealing some cracks in the deep-ends
Broken places and war, you're stuck just like the rest of the thespians who seek purpose
Is it just an act, or am I looking at the story unfolding?

The cold air
Blows through my
My love for the
Throne
Subject to exile
By the dishonest heir
Just tarry a while
And I'll find another
Minority in
Pejorative terms
Of Separating
Love
With Isolation

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

You came with the wind
So fast
The words were slower

I always thought the sky could be blue
In those paintings, the clouds were out of tune
They were grey like my heart
They were white at times

The blue sky never knew
When the rain would pour
Or if the sun was to come out
If the people were there

Time after time
I could find myself
Looking at the years differently

The fire in your eyes when you sip your cocktail
Lips pursed as your heart beats fast and heavy
Breaths slow and steady
Elated by my presence

We haven't seen each other for quite some time
But you've visited my dreams every night
A thirst that invigorates me
I think of you with so much love and affection

Wanting you more with every part of my being
My essence pours through your soft skin
As I ravish your body, tasting your lips
Hips hugging my waist, as the tide rises

Waking up next morning
Holding me in your arms, legs, and waves of thick hair
There's light inside that hasn't gone out
There's comfort knowing that I'm in your heart

Where the beads
Hang
From a neck, is a piece of mind

When he says
In weeks come
complimenting
As you stand by me
My strength
In weeks to come
Weakens to reveal
A naked soul

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Believe what you see,
Imagine what you think,
See-through anything,
Bless your neighbor and good comes to those who hail the truth
Try living with a peaceful mind and you'll understand what I mean

Imagine a world with love
Now imagine it with peace
Did you really think we were at war with ourselves?

The lovely new girl across the street
Looks like you might need new shoes
Because you keep walking into her
Maybe, she even likes it if you bump into her with an obviating feeling
You cannot place on your finger
Thence, she keeps wrapped around her fingers
Like a doorknob willing to hear you knock
Her brass apart
The lovely new girl across the great steel bully, can't look
Because she's busy gazing into those steely eyes
If you could find some warmth in her shade
Then, you could see past her schaffer who tends to her mascara
Holding on to your thrill like a race car, she'll never drive
Maybe, she does love the adrenaline of making the same choices with boys
The lovely new girl stays right next door
If you only could see past her unfurled face
And find her heartbeat
Love her like you love the spontaneity
Often, you will never want to see her desultory
But, if you coffer fill and prefer her hillybilly feeling
Or more like piqued interest in her hair that flows like stems and red rain
Welding the welcoming greetings of porous substrates of fresh lakes
Which you can see through very clearly
Lovely new girl, we see through you very dead
Lerners glance in the thick air of thallasophiles who believe in conquest
You'd cross many seas to find the right time in the right place, midnight comes softly like a adventure in a touseled hair guy

Lying in the empty awake
Trying with my hand with the hands of dreams
Someone's a good book in studied shelves
I keep her safe with all my swords and secrets
Shallow about the other bookcases, this one fits each one
One size fits all, the book and the nightcap worked immaculately
You're intense, I'm calm, your book studies me through false notions
You're my student, and I'm your master, learning excellence as a habit
The ritual is right when you have belief
The torrential downpour comes down without breaking any form
Even sadness and melancholia cannot test the patience of a timeless book
You're my zephyr, my sunrise in the fear of the fuliginous sun
Casiopea

The loathing is strong on this man
The breathing is hollow in this man
The death is coming closer, to his human frame
The breaths are getting shorter, and wheezier
Reminds me of homeless men, that share the same death
But different beds
Faces that some of us don't and some don't recognize
These are friends we never meet
Windmill falling on the ground, run for better
Begin in the round, tiles living it on your steam
Rocketmen and daydreams are just a beginning
Moving from street to street looking for new beginnings
Introducing yourself to different delights and politesse
The broken streets, flickering like candles
They turn darker than the stars, and shadows that hide
As the sun shines on them all, I see them rising behind
Virgins do make much of time and gathering ye rosebuds
While ye may, in the forests of the grey, that need to be graced
The death of man closes like the book of dead authors

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

The broken soul is rough around the edges
The broken mind is chained to the past
But, a broken heart is the worst
It avoids the future out of fear

But, how can one truly be happy
Without taking a risk
Or leaping without a safety net
Then, we have to be content with what we have

A broken heart, a broken soul, a broken mind makes a person bold enough
They at least tried

Flocks of a bird came together
Singing across the city
Moving across the little specs of society

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

It's a lumberjack, a lake of logs brushing up their boats
The elated minutes of meandering open poetry, open up  
Seeds like blocks, locks of stems

The place was a crowd
But in her eyes
I felt a little older
Stuck in the crowd

The sun light
Brings the faces
In the light
Of the Day
At night the
Red Moon takes
Their
Love
And runs away
Along the waters
Reflecting
Along the way

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

There was this lawyer
Who kept his cases
In his case file
In which the victim
Died, he would burn them
When the judge asked for prima facie evidence
He would ask for an extension
Since, the family was too distraught
To trust anyone
So the courts threw the case out in an evidentiary hearing
Due to the pending paperwork
Many people died as far I recall
But not many saw justice, sadly
Only when they found the lawyer burning the papers
Did they realize they had a serial offender
But, courts don't press charges for dubious cases
When the judges heard of the lawyer
They observed strictness in the courtroom
The lawyer had basically burned the evidence
Which was the dead corpus, the case had died with the body

If you could see
How well I remember you
I would stop writing lyrically

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

Something's up
With the right places
And plasters I can tell
Which one's the island
In the distance
Of the expanse of your parades
Your merit and bandit of pirates
The semblance for the redacted statement
Edit in this winter
Summertime
The hard lines that I told daddy
Ahead of the dreams of rain
Under the thunderous clap
And some laughter
With the hail of popcorn
On my lap
A failed abstrusity
A strange reality
Different shades for race

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

Remembering
All the times I had fun
Studying the times when I didn't

Rest comes easy
But work comes
With a little less peace

In the eye of the storm, the waves ****** me aside
I simply trust nature and lose track of time
Holding my hands, praying for a fire in the distance
Or does my fire come from within?

Yet, a sudden chill comes up my spine
A hollow voice from my cowering throat signifies
The promises of a towering Captain Abe
Is it my place to lead the way?

Soon the sea will ring the knell on us all
I hold my breath and savor the deep blue
Will it hail whilst I sleep with the crew?
Tis' not a night of doubt, but to survive till dawn

If you are space
The stones and the still rocks
Float aimlessly
Like you
Around my moments
in the light
of jupiter

When's world's asleep
Like bare innocence
When the question's run deep
Barely innocent
The world dreams of leaps
Innocently bared
Of its heaps

I just realized
And thanked God,
I wasn't the only one
Godless shores all is one
One is all

I just realized
This is broken poetry
Meant for broken hearts
Shooting out arrows, direct and steadfast

Fast life catch a fight
Laughter in the madcap, you're holding
Us hostage, to your contagious humor
Nocturne blonde, hold me in your humoring lies

The bliss of black and blonde
Choosing peace over positive thinking

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