Let us then go, you and I
Into the evening spangled across starry skies
Will you bring the day to its end
As I get off at the next station

Similar souls are apart
Worlds are full of words
Connecting us like glances

Antediluvian animals believe
In the ark, gripping tight to the floor
Often, getting splinters in their paws
The hooves are behooved by the floods
Befuddled by God's idea of puddles

It was a freeze-out, we reflect on our glaciers and icy rivers
Our pride was dying and lives were alight, dreams are memories without prize

You can be famous now
If you're a rhetorical pronoun
I explored
Tried to get out
My parents would have got me down
Don't get down
You're beautiful
And safe and sound
And you aren't queer
You're ahead of the curve
Keep steering
Look ahead
Wear your personality
On your sleeves
People will fear you
But, it's dread instead
Keep changing your hair
Fiddle your hair
Walk the streets with pride
Gay pride
Stay in the closet
If you wanna change
If you wanna be better
Than Worse
Or just offset
In a changing haze of time
With a dash of thyme
Be a brilliant specimen
Men will be men
Women will be empowered
The dimes fall from the pockets
The beggars will still take their time

Shadows flow through
You
Shadow shurikens decide the end
Of where your soul finds peace
And where the universe finds tranquility
Life becomes sacred rituals and expands
In tests learning the notes for duels
Water dances where your shadow bends
Ninjitsu,
Truly lends
Hand to the briefness
Of your animated lives
Dying in the fires of fiefdom
Evading the bandits
Saving them with quilts
Who now think of suicide
Are the farmers
Ninjas don't commit homicide
Responsibility comes with
Living by the sword
Dying in the stars
Hearts die by the fire

Inhibiting the criminal frame
Of mind, I took my summers on the journey asunder
Of the politics and the rhyme, of the greatly doubtful pleasantry
Among the soulless crowd, breaking the taxes too
The tears from the hear and hears, strollin' through windy paths
Tearing across the cultures, and streetlights and staring into the distance, the hitchhiker doesn't ride us on the storm

Stuck in the past
Love music with all my honesty
As much as I love the freedom

I told you to Sunday sufferer
Stay in church, without the Bible
Lest we do not wish to wake up on Monday
And go to school
I told you so
Stay at home, this Saturday
We left our folks back at home, looking
For the same old songs, and dinners
We came back from the war and talked
More about the change, except the sons and daughters
Weren't there to hear you
Wish we could have pulled you out of battles
We could have sons and fathers, as one
Wish we could have pulled out of the school
We could have sons and mothers, as one
Sharing ideologies and sharing church-goers
Who learned how to be spring lovers and well-doers
We learned from the well-wishers and sufferers
And the scathing looks in the school, reminded
That we may have been the wrong color in this oak town
We shouldered our responsibilities, as the black of blue
Often, the shoulder straps really set into my shoulders
The bruises are worse when a person uses the wrong tapered leather
The belt is mightier than the gut, but, I detest them both
The guns of beatings and shootings, I endeth them here
They ring in my soul, telling me "I am a dead stay, inside."
They ring in the church.
I thank my brother, I thank my sister. I thank the sinner. Jesus has taught me the value of friends and family.
Jesus said, "I am dead, stay inside." with a soul-searching look
"If you can't walk. Crawl."

Back in the day, when I was gettin' creative
Before the swirling circles, and the curly sands of Poseidon
Using and the London, and the murky hills of the bumbling
They ne'er dissolve, an acquittal is for the cooking
Simple daddy don't you know the simpler cycle
The quest for booking and the truckload of fat foam
The Fromage and the homage to the dean and the youth
To the levered the Cali massacre, and bullish cars, the greyhound bus takes you
From the divorce court to the trial, shake moneymakers now
Take the Levee till it's dry and the champagne supernova for granted
The dressing of the coquettish dream of Jane Austen, in her sense and sensibility

Anger's driving me mad
And girl's driving me mad
I guess my girl is fire
Anger is my ire

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

Light's left the darkness
Leaving only brightness
Like a candle in the wind

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

The mundane nature
Of something
That can be maintained
By the force of nature, and the pressing matters
All fall into some kind of unconscious wiser self
That, your own nature
It isn't tabooed by your ideology
By simple tautology, you can make the logical connections
Some kind of fluid motion in the large but infinite place
There's your hope in your own self
It's your indecision
That makes the entropy of the universe
The chaos that presently brings
Tomorrow is your own perception of this hope
Maybe, if you can take your time
If you tried
You could probably think that this void
Is filled by that point of view, and it gives you acknowledgement

One of the faces
That I keep in my closet
Belongs to her

She has seen
The skeletons that dance and rattle
And the pale face that knows fear

With a blurred vision
I watch the words of love
Wash away like a sight in dark

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

The streets
Are full
I am lonely

You can five-five out of the ten dollars
Split my face into a shared love
On a candle-lit dinner, talking about change
The fertile and warmer stratus of the fabric of time and traces
Dance and bounce up on the wrong end of the shore of the sunnier Big Sur
The timeless freedom of the doubt, you're not a Boy Scout
You're out of excuses, you've run out of petulance
Tell me more, that your gander doesn't accept your biscuits
Dog treats, too bad karma's a *****
The boy scouts don't take some witty transient soul
Gender dysphoria, where in the world, I'll show you fear in a handful of tuilles and caramel dust
Smoldering a smitten cigarette, and the reciprocating love of the numinous
Bumblebee flying of the wrong note, in the symphony
If you can play it slow, you can flay it fast, indeed
Tres, doux, un and the numbers are wrong
3121 are the redacted numbers of the phone that I broke, the writer knows where the rubber's at
You know the time, fief
The trembling fear is a pied piper dream, I'm breaking my nuts
On a growing pair of hopes, that shower me with colorful affection
Afflicted by the greed, and lithe people are my illumination
They have Swede dreams and Swiss sweets
German grobschnit and psychedelic for the arts, centered around cherry pop
Coke's a drug if you snort it with the straw until you get the ice out
Tentative and attenuating, alarm me by the evoking stoner's death
Daydream and dredges of some sinister sarcasm wake you up out of being a criminal dude

I would trade the world to see you smile at me. And make me laugh, and we could share the world.

Ghostwriters live with through the past
Times in crisis
You can rely on a shoe
A horse, where you lay your berries and doubts
With a capacity
Where do you go with fruits of a French painting
In a stolen
Forged solution
You're trapped
But you can get out there is a fine line of apocryphal doubt
But, with the setee straightened out
With the bow tie kept in your box
With no bone or war buckled on shoulders
There would be no narrative
An opportunity to get enraptured by the essence of something personal
With an ego is as dissociated
With a fresh feeling in blue tweaks of watered bushes
In the cold roses and the peaches
In the present day
Of the sycophant
The colourful mind
With a road behind him to keep enchanted
By its presence
With the years behind
The longest conversation I had with myself
I just thought someone read and knows
The end

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

The magic of innocence
Lies in absolute deception
Those who are really guileless
Can never deceive the deceiver
And give themselves

But, they are able to love them
It depends on them if they pretend
To care for such people wholeheartedly!

Fields of hope, and trumpets ragging the song
With the ragtime, and the basin is full of ragin' strains of woe
Crashing with the vitriol and shallow socialite that is a deep thinker
Englishmen under the victorious sun, and the trembling hope and the fear and loathing in the cremation
The shame in the socializing escapes the military iron fist
Like dogs walking toward their master in love
Too bad their master loves war more.
The skullduggery can cause trouble, and so does a dog with courage and character
Walking through the grapes of wrath
If I know love, it is because of your loyalty
If I know repetition, it is because of your effort
If I know trembling fear, it is because of your vulnerability
If I know your tensions, I know your intention
If I know your envy, it is because amorous songs that show approval and vindication
If I know your intention, it is your everlasting zeal that mistook for a concoction

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

On the bay of angels
I just saved us heartbreak
Sir, love and forgiveness
Le monsieur parle
We were on our way to the border
We put up a tent under a cliff
To escape the border patrol
"I stumbled across the Marseille postcard
Were you telling lies or you dissemble"

I took my horse, Monsignor
"Après mon coeur!"
Trinkets were for angels
As I implored desolate one save me
Those who believe in fool's glory
Say genius is the sister of poverty
Je ne sais pas commences
Cette chanson d'amour
After all, I love the country over riches

I could not speak its vernacular language
It just followed me
Like an orbicular with clerical precision
Taking an invigorating tour around us
The horse shared the wind
Free men: British, Hessian
Pen to the paper is too much stress
For those who do not understand
I must address problems
Write to no promise
Of riches or compromise
Je te comprends pas
Comment la joie est toujours venue après le chagrin

The way you cry
Over your bread
Recess of people make the time out of selling it by the wheat

The marijuana can **** a bit of pain
I don’t know how, I just never hoped
It would be so soon that it weeded out my mead, kneeded with *******

A dream of little sunshine on your street
I pressed my cheek to you demurred
Joyous that we had divided the new order and found God lurking in the corners of godless streets

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

Shoot me a coward, who can
Perniciously end my life with intention
The danger in the dark, escaping, off with the rider

When my heartbeat stills as a sky lifts its visage
My lugubrious walk turns into a stride, into the spraying sea
Fishes in the deep, kelp on the beach
All of them following God's message of worldly solace
A human being is not in sight, it is my painful existence that accompanies me
It is the presage of love, there the sky tilts as well as titillates
My eyes glimmer with a raucousness only found at the edge of tomorrow
Almost bordering on an inimitable future, too esoteric for us to measure
On this infinitesimally small plain of lost consciousness
The sky settles into the rainy dawn, where splores turn into bright spurges
All of them full of color, yellowy-eyed like a sea monster tamed by Poseidon
The trident of destiny hurls a thunderous clap, where is that crystal beauty at
Wandering beneath the lake, looking for God's sign of help
Providence comes to those wait behind the curtains of reality
I dream and dream the same thing again, this time my heart is singing
The birds know the atmosphere is placid as a frozen lake
Icy as the bottom of an unprecedented depth of cold blue water
Such is the hue of watching the sea rise and sleep
With my eyes in a hazy dream looking for more reasons to love myself
I fall in the cosmic romance, never falling out of this pleasant feeling

Wars breeze through
And times
and cannonballs fly
Whilst peace time
Weighs down the attitudes of men
Without latitude
For the forgiven
Whilst they stay alive

Lurching
In the sunshine
The heat gets to you
In the gold mine
Gold
Breaking backs
Lacking heat
Of fire and love
A coal miner
Home at family
Where it's black as the night
Soot by the fire
The chimney
Is the legacy of your life
And tire
Black as death
Gold as the breath

The alcohol drains into
Terse good praises, about the palpitating heart
A tense vein that is used to this intonation

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

Let it sink in
I don't want your love
Watched too closely
But, I want to hear your voice
To ask why or what
When the time was right
You asked how did I hide my love away
When I loved your soul

Heroine of love
Eros of mulled wine
Catullus 64
All lie on the praline ice cream
She is a dessert bowl
I could eat out of her
And still enjoy poetry
Drink from her folly

Oh babe
You're making me sad
Cuddling right next to me
Your chin tucked in my hand

Oh babe
It's going crazy y'know
The love that we shared
It's meant for centuries

You're my...
Mine
All mine

My kind of loner

The westlands symphonic
With torrid arguments that wasted away
That felt different indeed

The time might seem
To fly
When the memory dissipates into thin air into a fugue
When time went
To fly
We left like birds from a red sky in the vagrant sky

It is common
For people to listen tostories
Witty tylenol and beef cakes and swords won’t
Cut it brutes, and acts of morality in temparate whimsical talk of polished skulls
We hung the brute with the pigeon hole and steel wing
Dragonfly city cupping the deleterious eyes of compound soybeans and fermented liquor
Looking amber like fossilized time

A couple of vegans smoking ****
Said we blaze together and the time has been better
Nonetheless, I could invite you to sacrifice your belief in life
And go lower in the food chain and join our plea
The peace brought by God's plant
Is illegal by the way
What the **** is animal rights activism then?
If a peaceful resistance is looked down upon

I'm your vinyl on your pin following your peripheral cues on this sepia open sadness like shades
Its little fuchsia sunny on California, always ages
The goddess left his side, only olden beguilement and rooms
Dating your peeling sheen and debating your iceberg cold calls thawing out in your silken-skin
Everybody slivering on your silver linings charting out your bane for vanity

The **** anchor kept me
Near the coffee machine
Long enough for me to ask her out
Inchoate yet Agreeable

Dazzle my eyes
Make me light
See into my whole garden
Plough the day with night

You are wildest forest
A leopard roams free in
A stream never dries
A fire is alive in your belly
Wild and free

You are the greenest leaf
On a breathless bush in the wind
I kiss you in this rustling wind
Since, because it is gentler
Than my empty words

Are thoughts your own exchange
I can tell
Maybe, you have surrendered to
Night terrors, and panic attacks
In the dark, as the room lies on uncertain
Displeasure seeks pleasure
And remorse comes in absentia
In the feeling of sensory deprivation
I find mental depravity, I do not find reprieve
In the deprived dream, I am walking without any ground under my feet
The thought of your love keeps me afloat

Day and night
I'm struggling with my time
The struggle is real

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

Looking outside for clouds
The sky tells me, we won't be rowing
I see the dead who ask me riddles
'Three times a sailor in the wind
Frees his sails on the fourth wind
Will he ever find land?'
All I could think of was
How far I had gone
Never knowing I was born
Now I was compelled by fear
Or God, who told me
Peace comes to those who wait
Not the opportunists cut night and day
To find their way
Worrying they are too late

I set like a
****** sun in the summer
Sleeping when the day is dead