Much like the thoughts
Of you light up my day
So does the sun in my eye, so you just can’t see it

I stopped kicking the dirt and bit the bullet
Submitted to the pillars of power
Started believing in my stars and the ardent hour
I let my memories die with the clouds of the night

Avid, amnesty barring the line
Livid, testing my honesty
Is honesty the hardest word?

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

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

Are you the kind of person who loves romantic poetry?
Are you the kind of person who loves recessing parts of rhythmic *******?
I wondered when your question would come in the form of poetic thinking if the feeling felt off
Did the left-wing ascend your very soul, or were you intermittently aware of your mind's pleasure?
The same hand that jerks around that thought of progression?
Is this just a consideration, or I am willing to say love is timeless?
Are thoughts without ideals, or are we free from our own inhibitions?
Did the second line shock you, or we expect to question from the thoughtful viewing?
That descended into ****** thinking around some form of critical reasoning?
Then, you aren't like me

If you think to be poor
Makes you rich in heart
Have you ever tried dreaming streams of desserts
Laid out in trains
Have you thought about the poor man who murdered
The rich man with the bleeding lady
All of them look alive in their splendor and tombstones
Cremating acidly, acerbic jesting goes a long way out of killing
Journal says, "I'll never be poor again. Or my wife will **** me."
He  said his soul is innocent and immortal and it should never die ungodly in an armed madhouse

My life had two
Roads
One for the left
And the other for your
Left
Each path felt right
Somehow

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

When autumn brings light, the dark trees turn bright
Leaves of summer spring bring thy breeze to sway
On the gold summer fields, that passes day
As brooks nestling hope fill with rain tonight

As arid trees bear Sun's sudden delight
With humdrum in golden sunned rocky Meath
Shall come thy autumn's breath, misty with wreath
Yet, the grey, curled, stirring sky in all thunder dight

Its tumult rests in the wind, in the poetry of the blind
Such I hear, with ear to pain and sorrow
When thunder rattles windows, every night
Gently resting her head over morrow

As the leaves that have turned brown at the sides
Resting on the brook, trees have no swallows

Stones and starstruck bones
Faltered by the winding clock
And the single thing I remember
My love for the untouched pages
Couple of snowflakes
Walk in a crowd
It's impossible to find the odd one out

Rights of a criminal
Is in the perception of time
Of the committed crime

Six blocks away a cafe lies
Taking in lovers by the hour
And singles by the minute
Serving coffee and sugar
Milk pours out
And the bitterness becomes an aftertaste
Of the conversation that once took place
Among two people holding each others glances
At the face of it
Coffee breath
And Chocolate cake

It was only two days
I called you
Asking you where are your friends
They were in the fields
Playing in the heart of mountains
Now they chase the racing rebels
Insurmountable task isn't it?
Try to come down from your golden pedestal
I just don't buy the numbers
This is how a orchard burns
This is how a sad shore buries the reeds
All of it to keep the truth in a square jar
For a square second

All the illness
Aside, and the made
Listen to them
All the peace
Aside, and the land
Of landwinners
All illness
Casts them aside
In the free fire

In a middle of a bow
I look down in shame
Hoping to change my praise
Bored audiences come to see
The comedian meant for everybody's boisterous laughter
Among those drunk faces I see the light
It's the fairness of your countenance
I am immediately attracted
And I don't feel so ashamed
But, I must admit I felt quite shy, indeed
She tells me, "You were hilarious, how about buy me a drink?"
I oblige
Telling her, " How lovely the roses look on her pale palms."
All this while trying to cheer her up
She doesn't laugh much
But, she talks quite a bit
I notice she is drunk
Inebriated as I am
The crowd vanishes
And it just her and me
And the comedy of a punk

If you keep thinking over the same drugs
I'm afraid
We're have reduced your dosage
An electric shock in the next 2 hours
A buzz should keep you gliding for two minutes
Without the knowledge of how the clock ticks after 12, past midnight
While inmates are sleeping, peacefully, I'm sure you're you are wandering about at 2 in the morning
I am certain you are wandering, and precociously searching for the right escape as your search ends in velleity
Since you already know the answer
To leaving this institution without reprieve and any spontaneous knowledge
So, don't do drugs or they will **** you first.

I heard you spanking someone
Deem them a part of my planned dream, uncouth
That has some semblance of girlish ways, painting mascara with names
Do real people even strike us of reality or having lack of it
I have some good stories, with a queen of hearts as the bookmark

The book never finishes and the story never stopped at the payment of Marxist pamphlet, culled and swiped our cars
For cold cold cash and charming cargos across Constantinopole
Filing countdowns and driving out immigrant countdowns working the clock like laissez faire capitalist
War is the coolest drug for the mad hatter
He would not seek hell after that

I suppose I should tell you
That I was normal once, now just an analogous amalgam
Saving pennies for the shelter, though I don't know
The storm is just childish rhetoric, my family's gone
Even in the cosmic feeling of perfection in my teenage days
Without food and shelter, tuning my cars and mechanizing machinery
For underwriters and slaves alike, likewise temporary jobs
Pay for the entertaining pictures on the star-lit screen and the cinematic sun strip
I am far from home, bet you expected to come back to the vapid commitments
Falsities plaguing my clear mind, infected by the disease of what's
In the name and the mindful soulful vibes, that spirit away like nameless ghosts
On a named street, with some attachments and arduous freedom taking my bags along
Like some chaperone on famous stars on the celestial sky, looking down on us
New desires keep coming with full suitcases, making my journey harder
The undulating streetlights flicker like my fate and belief in people
I want to say the nicest things to you if I could just fly
And catch on those subtleties that hover in amorous air
Cruising with the analogous amalgam is a just a beggar's dream, called niggardly
They are the preservative ideals of a society run by blacksmiths and wordsmiths
All cemented in stone like covenants and commandments, born of the time being ashore on these dreams of freedom
Knowledge is a weakness, ignorance is a brave ideal
Find your peace?
Make love, not war; love is closest to being free and peacefully easy
The feeling is easy if you can curb the warfare without contention
Or a bone resembling the argument of the flight of the centurions
The cents that are thrown like notes in the hat, make up for your sins you topical poets
Treble, bass, and middle; you are the whole music, a part of the sound of this vast splendor
Cosmically blowing up, I can't explain myself
If I imploded, I'd stay at home unbeknownst of the whole vessel
Pretending I was ready to sink with the ship, sappy
Revering all my work in a glimpse of eternity, happy
The pursuit of happiness, where do you roam on moving streets that move me to tears
~Analogous Amalgam

I landed my first writing job at 16
Making it through school and dishing out omissions
Fishing out errors, the sweet age was just a number

Flown through
Turbulence
Of glass-blown skies

Wavelets left in vibrations of the sand
And the beach keeps the tranquility
Calmness washed over my face
As the water atomizes on the shore on the natural sands
Art wishes that it were as modern as that act of finding
New memories on a new land

Eternally yours
The very thoughts that flew
Was I chasing you on your broom

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

The fear of waking up
The end
Of staying in my bed
My nap time extended
Of the blanket and quilt
Mulling over my tea cup
Coffee should have been in this instead
When you were
Later than the Sun
Earlier than the day
In the winters
Much more aptly
Than Tetley's
Peach lemon tea

The dark blue sky
Cerise star of yellow fire

Now I know I have a case of you
On this cruise I live in this box of things
Memory is the real beauty that holds them together
The guitar strums a chord with me

Can we hover above the statue
Are we too ******, or set in stone
To tell, that we are burnt into looks and musculature
The veins pop out, and the looks change my mind like beatniks that are careful of their environs
Surrounds, and scurrilous people inept about the very soul of scrounging around in the stone age
We might live and die in tranced places, and I cannot place how do we grab a hold of our lives
When we are secretly living outside our creation
If we burn the trees and live on the oceans, we could be Aborigines in the land down under

Must I debate
About the proponents
Of acrimony and war, or do you wanna handle this
With modern warfare in the war room
The smoke, screens and chaos, it gets me thinking
Why we bundled them up as the papers meant for each passing Pope
These papers take lives away, give breathing souls false hope

The flowers nervously fluttered when you died.
All have is a lonely moment of being red
A simple glass of morning of Prosecco
Would be perfect if it wasn't so morose
When you aren't coming back
From your membranes
Awakening in a simple life of blindness
In a complicated feeling of neediness
You can't see, but I can feel
Feel you
That's why I'm blind
I'm the poetry you left behind
The brightest poetry wilted in the corners of your heart.

The eyes drenched in the blue of an ocean
Sun kissed lips that were calm like its water
I saw the age in her well preserved innocence
She was precious as a child

Her tale was so vivid, I would listen to it
For hours and hours, till the clock had no meaning
She'd stare at me and wish away my existence
Take me from place to place with her childish lines

She could weave a month into poems
Her spontaneous mind would turn the seasons to seconds
I'd seen love take a new form
Little by little, she'd turn ecstasy into tragedy

V is for the vase you broke on me
A is the alarming signs of love and dreams
L is for the love you give me
E- extraordinary
N is for the way smile needily
T- is for the tears I wiped every time that thought about the vase
I- is for intelligent
N- nice
E- You are extraordinary even when you are just nice

Dear Future GF,
I love your sarcasm honey
Even when it's on Valentine's Day

The learned raced through the crowd
Apparently, with no knowledge of their whereabouts
"Eureka", they shouted with naked conviction

I am bringin' to your sudden curious
******* your thumb
On your lap curled up into chemical lingering
Bad smells, and turn out your American flag again
I abuse the perfume and  press the bended knees
Time crept into my space
Hide in my skin, it wouldn't **** lose you
Time is going a bit too far, far, far
Flying like imagination, I stay
Exploring like coyotes and birds, bubbles in my blood oxygenating my soul
Noisome, we made flowers out of our hair and cut wires out of well-cared tools
Escaped the fire of killing many, saying we escaped as one

Here you go
Your sparkling drink
Showing your visage in the empty coffers
Your place among the lifts and the escalators
Of my heart
A beer of sparkling gold
A conversation of the taste of wine

The Thunder turned the water
Into rain
The blue in the midst
Were the skies in the white clouds

Come along and let it go
The heartbreak is the same everywhere
You Roam
The home that stays with after a drink of
***
This is your turn to jump
From a crystal tower
Keep your visions to yourself
'Cause you're my crystal delight

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

Sword-like jump over killer blades
Cutting through thinned ice and putting fire to flesh and bonds
Bodegas on the street light up like a tin corner, sending into the spinal cord fears and love foremost
Kintesuroi heaps flares wiping off your und ich lieb dich doch like shiny gold
Free by the lancing
Tell me how I love you, lapas lazuli, with eyes flashing like droll dreams
Ultramarine is where life gets discordant, oh yeah, you fill my fire
With sands of time, buying you a reprieve from the ultimate reward of pulses
Which is I'm not a man of the sword
But, I'm a man of my word
Gashing your thin air of sensual swords in the air of the ******* testing time for our friends who have our condolences
Not a callous coward subject to abandoning the contingent of buskers following feudal Japan and it's mandamus
Without leaving a dollar for the chilling murders
A walk on traveled souls might water and fire, a lot like the hotness of my temper
This tempered glass might stick like the simplicity of the pogrom
Bamboos shield us in the whistling wind of flight, letting us sword dance like assassins

You think heaven's fire
If you left
The funeral pyre, in one piece of stone

A balloon the higher it flies
The hotter it gets
The closer it gets to the sun light
It becomes tougher to touch sky full of clouds

Thoughts of feather
Lay within
Fly untethered
Life's a win

Drive-bys on the road
**** your darlings
I will put sunshine your shoals
Be on the shore of doubt, as we move to seas
The crossing distance between the hiatus and cars
Trailer park homes seem welcoming, in this jungle of fire
My heart's one and only desire is to love you
I hope I don't get lost in the wrong pyromania
Maniacal as it may seem, I want your conscious mind for me
To make my important decisions, relatable if it is
We will breathe with the breeze that freezes in between
Lost at the heralds of the emerald sea, shining like cerulean waters
I'm not sure, I want the fire of desire or the waters of peregrination
Journeyman follow my command, I guess I asked too much of you
Or of your lost hope, in this drowning breeze that flows in eddies and currents
Love is just a flowing desire, fluid like water and sordid like fire
The feeling is on fire, and the desire's the only real thing
I can't generalize really, you make the conclusive evidence of my lovely concepts
You're sure, that's me or you, in this world of roundabout cities and largest dreams
Circumference of this ring of fire is which is perfectly wrapped around my ring finger
Is this the old me, or am I looking for old ways
Passing through stores, and running looking for summer kool-aid
This summer smells nice, so does the stagnant dreams
Waiting to flower like blossoming buds, in a collection of hanging things
I'd list these thesis items down, but, they're too educated for my taste
It's my light, and shining it on the wrong people, is pretty much how a broken flashlight works
Words rhyme inadvertently with some intention, insane isn't it
That you agree with others and tell children to sit down
Might and dry winds change these crossing starry-eyed loner stoners
I base myself to disabuse the **** out of every situation
But, it's not in my purchasable items
Looking for weights to carry, and burdens too run away with
No machine, am I, I am dead just like the onus that can be apolitical at times
Love them two times
Love them three times
They just seem to fade with the count, like natural numbers
Patterned and woven like dreadlocks of legendary pathos
Little did I know, to do what I say as the money keeps me awake
That's the logic I follow, it's a statement without purpose
Bridling pots, I can't relate
The time's changing, so that's what they say?
This **** is cooked and raw, at the same time
Like woks on earth's water and fire, fiefdom asks for too much
Pertinently I ask for their grace
With petulance, I ask for favors
These aren't a few of my favorite things, at least they are temporary

Let the sun embrace the heart's darkness
As the cars move past the journey of your life
You hear every bump of the road and feel every turn
As the light shines through

When the Sun shows up
Its light drives straight to my heart
And twists and turns of life
Will never drive us apart

busy days
busy faces
Something lost between
The traces and remnants
Of yesterday

In fossilized forests
Of evergreen
Streams flow
Steely
Because snow hides
The furred canine species
Away from the caribou
Quite easily
They being herbaceous and sought after
With the eyes of the wolves
On them
Approach the gelid waters
Situated perniciously
Close to death
Somehow
From somewhere
A hermit agile, enters
To save a nearby fragile fawn
Alerted by the vulpine dawn
From predators across the same shore
Ensnared by the bloodied river
He is a caregiver
Once more
The hunter in him
Long gone

Is it contagious
The doc' asks me
Apparently, I was investing myself in the brunt of the
AIDS outbreak, the 90s couldn't have been shorter

The silken cradle of emotional feelings
A simple sympathy for someone who is need
There is no excusing a person for the wrong reasons
You are in a prurient fantasy where love's not real
If you make feelings complex
The world could be a whole lot better
Frisky as the jints in the town
I lived without an uncle
I lived without a crunch of jungles and the sound of grunge hood
The 90s were hell I know it's rough for you kid
But's this place is no scenario for resting your case
Before the jury
Onto the Yeats, you've read in college
Your deductions on Eisenhower are great
But, how do you do with a good drink with Pablo Picasso?
Emily Dickinson and Robert Frost
Great couple
Of Poets
If you wanna talk poets you can message, somehow you don't m3essage any more and the scene's that you attend in the conclusion fo friendly engagements.
Dates you've canceled, I mean
There's a need for a strong person in your life
Your windshield is full of roadkill
There's a chance you may be in love with someone mediocre
Advocating a peaceful cause changing life around here
But, youd don't want to feel that necessary in someone else's poetry
Don't include real people in your poetry, it makes things rather judgemental in retrospect
Liven up the iridescent and scintillating scenes for you loonies in a bunch
Your devoted garbed personage gravitating to your draconian, crepuscular visage
It's an interesting dark interpretation with fifty shades darker
People looking for the loyal crowd of highways where people roam
Not just highways and you realize that in this hitchhiker's galaxy you can't find someone to find the cliches to share
Add that to your Instagram account. Be a lot more resilient when you are writing poetry.
Take into the account of how much advice you would take.
You improve your narrative.
"No tips, Faye."- Jet

I knew the bliss
In the knees folded in prayer
Pieces on your stomp bebop don’t burn the bedrock
In the room, rook on the board
Laconically talk to our forthcoming rights
To governance and growth, growing with each prayer
I learn how to pray for less sadness, and more eternalness
Moreover, we need you to be happy about having children
Christ in heaven looks on your soul with affection
The light baptizes the sacrosanct boy, and the girl I’ve known all my life
Is now praying with me and taking me to church

Of broken monuments
Under ruinous spells
Of time
Exposed to dust of the wind
And darkness of the night
Lies a Sphinx
With a broken nose
Bonded with a broken hourglass
Full of sand
At Giza

Where's my job or occupation?
On this planet of employed men working line by line
Excusing none, as long as they are criminals in dream theatres
Or nepotist rebels, you call radical artists to build in ceramic pots
Tell me what's in the name of money, a jade sword
Is it your greed, that you learn your hunger from, a bleeding cut
Or the foolish is it if I ask you such a catatonic question, reading out
Unfeeling is it if I ask for a catharsis without cheapening feelings
Chester chooses his chestnuts well with magazines
Her name's on your tongue, but, her flights a long way off
True isn't it, that sky clears for checkers and crimson skies
Gosh, I wonder where you're looking for flickering lights
On the sun or the runaway journey, that ends on the runway
You could be running, tell it isn't your hesitation
It's just a chemical romance and repentance, for having inhibited yourself
Why stop yourself, if you have all the papers necessary?
People never stop when the traversing is just the thing they need
Travel is life, so are timeless things
I wonder how long we'll be here, really