Why do I miss the chance
To be the tall among the mice among men
Among short people again and again
It's something I cannot afford
People extort from me extra privilege
On the metros and waterslides coaxing me pay more
Because I am the taller one in the army
That's why I'd rather skip out on being tall on the next date
So what to do when my crush wants a tall guy to eat cheese and wine with?
Giggle and dawdle I suppose
That's what dwarves are acclaimed for
Some dwarves are taller than lacdaiszical gnomes
That's the rule of the thumb, near the desolate ruin of moors
If I take the restroom on the left
The women make it your best chance at feeling free
When you kick down doors and backdoor men too
Soon pickaxes will be not allowed inside
Each seat is taken by the men in the restroom
Dreaming of the phone call and what it is to be bandleader

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

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

Through the desert
Holding reigns of a horse
Feeling no wind for a boat
With a sail
The rains don't call to me
With my heart full of remorse and pain
The journey seems rough
But my place in the rain brings love
To my blunt shape
In the suns and sands
Of the desert
With no rain
The sound of my voice
Rings through the plains

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

Clarity is the only
Freedom of thought
That is unviolated by people's influence

She loves my comedy
Like she enjoys popcorn
Yet, munches on Woody Allen's nuggets

She loves my guitar
Like she enjoys whiskey
Yet, she gets high on Highway Star

She loves my singing
Like she enjoys coke and tv
Yet, she is enchanted when Hozier plays

When I wrote a musical
She only got an artist
In sweatpants, drinking coffee

How do owls stay awake at night
Because they have beautiful
Quills
For flight
Where do owls stay
In the burrows
Sleeping in the wrong tomorrows

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

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

Dunes
Order
Beautiful pulchritudinous
Eccentric
Runes

Alone again
I can't seem better
But, you won't try in vain
Alone again
Time runs quicker
But, I won't try anyway
Alone again
Have you any money
Right now?
Have you got any soul
To cash on me?

Pull the crows down from
The parliamentarian sky
Or are you asking to die, and they say this is ******

The architecture set me free
It delved deeply into my soul
Keeping my mind occupied
And body an arduous vacancy
It was the Sistine Chapel
And the paintings were someone's
Draconian nature painted in
Snakes slipping through dreams
Of Adam with his manliness
Complimenting Eve's comeliness
Serried with innocent dreams
Slipping into as Biblical studies
As tabooed
**** entities
Ever been considering
Of Adam
Couldn't leave God's Index
It was recorded
In benediction
It showed strength
In liberty

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

Anger my blood
Steel blue
From feeling the blues

My favourite cat
Did more than just **** mice
It had a short tale too

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

In the look-out of lamps
The peak of evidence in the ridiculous cheer
Cry, baby jeering
Indignant on the field of dreams
Suckling in his cropped photos clearly in kuv
Oasis and the mirage of love and teller maps
We crowd the love with the affection of all sorts of purchases
Venus bought Cupid a bow when he was conceived in her salacious dreams and voluptuous *******
Stammering with ransacked inns of heartbreak, hotels bustling
The battlecry sounded like the Camus in this outsider to life looking for exile
We can inadvertently enjoy this pyromania and **** our dreary fears with a sensitive soul
In the form of Gods, and belief in the love of residents of the heart so fickle
We are on the moon if we could just have our rightful place on the blue moon, away from the crass clowns
Whatever decides, decides whenever it wishes, without wondering
I just don't like dying to the idea of conformism or lobotomized
I understand the idea of being crushed, but, not disappointment
That's a something I cannot reconcile

Sleep keeps
Me awake
When you're asleep
I'm the moon to your sun
Your lover in the long long run

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

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

Writers are the purveyors
Of their souls
Understanding their colors
Working by the working week
Governed by the hour hands
Watching
For juicy content
Claiming the fruits of their deeds

Stand together
Keep shoulders and arms at Bay
Oh captain keep the noise from
Blinding us in the can of aeolis
The grip of reality and canned prunes
Are dead poets on a platter
Everything is not about dead poets
We live lives beyond tethered dreams and flying kites
Lying in the nervous phase to change the verse of existence
Questioning my life and the forked away possibilities
The soul of a workman and the treasures are under the sea when living in a sinner's country
Don't you let me catch with your chicken
Oops how about being in the shadow and nerdy
Levity is great, but the jokes are boring
And I'm trying go old school
To break your fever and the fervor
The pay of future debts makes your life a little less financial
Getting into different niche
I love how you change the beat and the might eternity
To me God, you're just a covert cover up
Of the plentitude of evidence
Of a drive-by shooting
The peace symbol for the one's in the sacrificed syncopation of superstitious line
There's no place like my space near Jupiter

I suppose because of the approach to poetry
I might not be taken seriously, and for
Such purposes, I venture on making a premise
A sudden purpose you may call it in similarity
To pellucid and amiable as a similitude

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

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

Thanks for reading my lines
Leaving me in the dark
Fading behind
Now when I see the light
I will always remind myself
That you left me when
Time was a darker side
To an endless sea of seconds
With the waves never seemed to surface
On the sands of time
Within the coffins and graves in a cemetery
Our faces were warped by the Terpsichore breeze
That danced over the mud and grass on a dandelion soil
Where the fire was pure, and the trees were so blue
It all must have been the skies covering the golden sun
When the trees turned green again
I said, thanks for reading my lines
As soon as time ended on a sunlit evening
We made the sun ours, as long as we ran
Time never ended in the darkness

It's not meant to be
It is
Meaning to be
She tells me
To remove my heart in need
Slower with the words
I tell her
Eased out in the profession of clerks
Slower heartbeats
Than a typewriter's speed
In a stenographer's office
The typing reaching ears
Of the one in despair
And the one in the seat
Meant to be

As I walked on a beach
Among the ferns
The sea sand was out of reach

In odd shapes the water moved
As my heart ached
I knew there was more to do

Ashen sand castles lay strewn
On a place which was far from us
Or a figment of our imagination

Now, I look back and the whirlpool
Is all that I remember from our trips
On the sea, where the **** lay at the bottom of the blue

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

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

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

Turns to the worst kind
In kindness
That's what he finds
Seems like empathy
Has a friend
In a lonely trend
Tried
But got caught up
The end

If I cannot love myself
Then, I look up to the skies
And wonder how sometimes even the clouds cry
When the weather is so beautiful
Just in case a pelican moves by
Steals my quarter pounder
French Polynesia on my mind, wants me to stay here
Where skies cry and birds fly to Rio de Janeiro
But, the puddles of joy keep me here,happy and without sorrow
There is a special place for an eye of a sparrow that has fallen

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

They say change is real
I hope I can survive the night
To live another day to see Haley's Comet
The night isn't complete if religion isn't right

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

I love your work truly
The cascading fists poke at the air
Lay out open with a quirk
Everyone has unclenched the trigger
Their anger for the power and danger

Open up the barrel
This is the end of the quarrel
Let us save the children
Hate us if you cannot end the story

The ship has sailed to dust
As we picked up a man
In a ditch of dust
In Richmond in a vagrant caravan

My father was among us
Now he arrests with duty on the door
Who jump buses run afterwards
Never seen a hurricane before

We talked everyday
His teeth would show
As his veins pulsated
With a vagrant atmosphere around him

Scared of violence
He walked in the office
As an alcoholic
Before realizing he did the same before

With a breaking heart
A uniformed soldier
He took out a pistol once
An anachronism for a toy soldier

He shot himself
The breaking windowpane
Shattering the silence in the room
As the blood sprayed and the smoke crushed him

No advice left in him
To keep promises

Well, my dad called me a freeloader and kicked my dog.
In the revelry of reflective drinking
I came close to the revelation of the drunkard
Closer to God in a cup of alcohol
Intoxicated by your hair
The smell of your eyes brings my stare closer
Therefore, I care about this attraction
Let's make some clear conversation
About the point of life in a small glass of ***
I love you and that's forever

Sands in the storm
Reflection in the warmth
Of her eyes
Warmth in her sighs
Love's alright
Hand's waving to set you free
By the blazing by the sea
Seagulls in the breeze

Walking through towns
I seem to be an outsider
To the kingly crown
That reigning
Amidst the frowns
And the caustic clowns
Rules my life
And what I own
And my presence feels
lonely in the crowd

The pact kept me
In the de facto love
In the de jure soul
In an inured state of penury

I try to write poetry
While balancing my life's responsibilities
You are the perfect balance of the two
My child
My love

Here is you looking at me
Because you were once mine
Strong and alive
Now you shall be set free

The days pass by
I wish the night gave us better dreams
I remembered you with fondness
When you left my heart broken like a neglected cup

No sooner water flowed
Rivers overwhelmed by storms
Oceans by seas
Hurricanes raged towns and cities stowed

There was something beautiful inside
That never saw the light of day
It just is as crepuscular as a bad dream
That dreams are made of beauty

Unforgettable beauty lies in birds whose flight
One cannot judge lest they spread too far their wings
From the darkest eclipse
She was attired in the sun's warmth and hid the secondary light

After all, justice is blind
Like an ebullient cornet playing
Looking for symphony and awoke by purpose
Her life is music to remember
And home to the homeless

Autumn with thou angels breath
I'm accustomed to her face
Like reeds moving in and out of the wind
Touching the seasons four o'clock each day

It took me a long while
To really understand how we inure each
Other in two or threes, taking each number
Like a closed leading to an open door
Contraltos and passive ancestors have one thing in common
Lies and literature, it took to you to be a good person so what
You took to prison and a cell of broken speech and schools took you in peremptory pleasure, with some loquacity and leisure
Mellifluous or mundane, quoting has some substrata of truth, broken down into placid men in Lenin's underground communist movements
Black and broken like the hungry poverty, of the speech and resplendent sum, inventively locum tenens more than the summated parts of clients
Remeasuring the men around me, finding the inclination within singularities
Violent and breathless broken poetry

The baker gives bread to
Boys
Boys will be boys

Breaking waves
Sifting winds
Sailing around
I roamed
Rafting with these broken oars
I still reach the shore
The message in a bottle
Gave me hope

Hope is a powerful concept
If you can protect it
You may have half the fight won

Making life better
Running from problems
Would make living a spoiled adventure
Running for race wars
Would make equality, a double-edged sword
Maybe, we should move forward, instead of stopping to fight
Confined by our desires, and blinded by our faith
Sordid about our affairs, short on time and breath, heavy on luck