If you can imagine yourself
With the breathing palaces
And the tenebrous traces of dingy darkness
You have arrived in hell, rather than heav'n
Looks like heaven is make-believe
But, if you write about flowers, like the moors
They rise with the darkness of dusk, and the moonlight
Murky as the deep cenacles washed with erudition and seas
These reflections are getting better, but, as a typical person
I find that next one will lead me, to reach my favorite shores
This sort of choice doesn't come with longing, at the adventures
I admire the possibilities
And the probabilities
Mercy mercy me, what it is used to be
Dreary, but, like a dress that makes me happy
Heav'n or Hell, postmodernism is hell
We are just moving along with times, wondering what it will worship
All that matters is friendship and conviction in your dreams
Hold them close like helms, and set them free like sails
Zeus looks from stygian darkness, and purgatory

Flying out of countries
Running into satisfaction
Atlas, and flying up in the air at night
Alas, happy with sightly inscriptions, and satiable highs

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

Reading the quarters
I get a vivacious vibe that Om
This is happening
There is spiritual in this careful world.
Only with the lethal caution
Die
Too direct
Listen to music
Harmless people
Think of warm sunny winters
and calm perfect sun and lemonade
With your dear friend stuck in the classroom smoking a classy disparate subject
WIth a lack of stream of achievement
Keppler looks like an unapproachable subject
With the right direction up
Up
You can get down with the right people
Deeply in touch with you
Is she
lose her one day
She dies
With the flower

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

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

One person
Tells me
It is in your heart
To find grace
Another one
Tells me
It is in your mind
To hide that face

That is when I look
To my conscience
Telling me right from right
As you can never tell
When you are denying
Everyone your best
Heaven will come to you
If you fall in line with Hell

Existence is the center
The present is the deep ocean
Where you may lose
Where you may win
It is in all of us
To be the worst
Yet, we choose our purest self
Right or wrong

I know I cannot trust the first
Be still my heart
As I do the necessary
The choice of yours
Gives my soul a voice
So, please do not do wrong
As I shan't choose to be right

It is my compassion
That stretches the imagination
If the love can grow
I will let it flower

You hold hair
Gracefully, educating
My promise to be positive too, hugging my head

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

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

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

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

water brings the flow
Of life
Only when a tortoise comes out of it shell

I felt uninspired
By your charm
Inspired by your love

God in heaven
Hallowed be thy name
Make your blessing
By surname
When I'm married
To an old flame

I stay strong
Longing
For youthful expression

I smile with the knife under the shroud
Colors of red remind us of when lust was addicted to novelty
I should have never loved instead

Presently, at the most assured stakes
In claiming that had better read the first half of your excitedly short novel
It is fortunate enough for us, that we can look at it.
There's a chance there has been a robbery.
Where I knew that Mr. Adams was up to no good.
Ken is always up to good.
Well, he's your son.
Well, I suppose he can be excused. Ask the postman if we have any mail in yet.
I suppose we could just skip this thing with Adams
However, captivating that might be.
I have a meeting to attend to.
Well, I'm sure to make it.
DId you find anything in the mail?
Yes, a letter with peculiar postage stamps from...
What is it, Watson?
Seems like I've forgotten to mention that Mary's died.
Has she now?
Well, suppose we could look through the case files.
No, that is unfortunate.
Imagine you were never alone.
Without Katie and Mary.
Of course, that would be unusual.
Came to my knowledge that I had to offer you a benefit of the doubt.
I suppose Adams, Katie were your best friends.
You wouldn't be wrong. Mary's fortunate enough.
Also, want to introduce some true respect for people in other's narratives Watson.
You started taking off time about Mary again didn't you?
Katie wasn't really there she was.
"You know I guess. Tu recht wie immer."- Watson
"Did you now. You didn't even stammer"- Mary screams
Watson claiming he couldn't place himself to speak

Why are your eyes full of
T
E
  A
    R
      S
When your heart is as cold as
ice

I have seven lives
I have seven days
How many of them will I use

I love how
You fall into
The doorway
Crawling into
My arms
Into a shape of a
Kiss
It hurts now
Being misheard

Here and there
There and here
I wish you'd keep coming here

The singed clothes
Keep the stains
In a homelier place
Close to my stars
Covered body
Of thy mother Earth
"Who's she?" said Tom, indeed
She was my birth
My rebirth
My courageous laughter
Peaceful mirth
Peace on Earth

Pass out
And drink some wine
Pass on the drugs
The stars walk brilliantly
If you're high
On life
Too bad, you're the child of the moon
The feet in action fire up a chain reaction
The love will come to you soon
If you learn to sing this song of the fullest tunes
A song of our existence shared is music to my ears

Walks of species
Come at one point
Following the different crossroads
Following Darwinian Psychology
I guess the turtles might reach
At the same time
As the hares
In reality

You make time stop for me
Because I don't need to
Run from the past,

You are the present time and my future that has gone past
I can spend the day watching the clouds
And counting the birds like dust in an hourglass

Soon, when we are old as starry nights
We may meet soon as birds do
At the thin line of the horizon of the peach skies

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

Electric relaxation on my mind
The gurney that lights up the cigarette
Trees and Cassavetes, that reminded me of cinema verite
The truth appears to be spoken in truer words
Truer words haven't been spoken, for licking lips and prying grace look over shoulders
In the lying order of the jumbled papers marking Presidents for representation

I love my wife
That's what I keep
Telling my girlfriend

I thought of a line
I could cross
If only I didn't misstep in the first **** with redness
Swapping bodies, seemed like swordplay
Trust was borrowed, like time in the place of battle
Cry if you will, in the dilemma of letting and let life take what it has to give
Commitment to your own doubts and drawbacks might not be living
If you do not learn to let go
I thought of a line
I could cross
Depends on whether you printed it and declined the advance
You could learn a few lines of a variety of virgils
Looking over the conscientious  daffodil
Like many flowers passed by my window
Beautiful like a writer and a rainy day that comes in livid pragmatic migrant
You learn to observe reality and keep as your own
But, that is just your interpretation
I could see through those tearful eyes when I loved for the first time
Looks like you cry over the same cracks of time
Crooked and prelude

A poem
Reads brilliantly
Every time
When a prose
There's rhyme
And reason
To rise
At every lingering
thought
Of every line
It's a Biblical litany
Poetry is a science
For bringing
vivacious lovers
through all kinds of times
Away from their doubting minds
For eternity

The pace of change has indeed exceptionally rapid. Imagine the no. of deaths due to gun violence. That will keep increasing. From 72000 people dying. We have gone through iconic times. commemorated as songs and places. When you think about difficult beginnings. I believe that is how it starts. And that's where it ends for most people who devoted their life to absolute justice of mind and space. I want to be a liberal and a progressive one, and no one should keep a grudge against a poor racial radical subject of a bellicose caricature with significant damage to that insightful little things, things and you can read between the line and the ratio of the temperate cultures and the simple-minded people seem so graceful, but, heralding scams of innocent members of society of a melancholy shade of temerity. The joke "Sarcasm is the lowest form of wit and the highest form of intelligence.

Being Coy Meaning
I'd Thou Employ
To forlorn my woebegone
Doubst to be! Ah- ye and arts shy
Yonder There of me born
Spears so fragile once, now by
Yor' magnetizing magic magickals
Disperze, diverse, reverse, relinquish and revive, reroaring
darling mine
God throws dice in places unseen to us, like thoughts in a dream

I'll look at your heart of rock
The stretch of highways, a treasure left for us
Telling us of the miles left for us, waiting to be walked
Too bad, we couldn't be friends here, on this road to heaven-sent
Road to redemption, antecedents look at us from buried stones and treasures, unless we cross the river of the Buddha
Maybe, I'm still extracting out it's meaning

Love is a rhyme of its own
But, I want you to write the next line

Flowing across the sunshine
The sunlit stip, the sunset step
My journey followed by wildflowers, paper towels
And hanging faces like wallflowers, looking at me perceptively
Indeed and the ingrates that degraded this community without
Peace in a handful of eternity
Plastic love with the support of strangers taking out the taste of achievement
Plastics and plasticine ***** that form pottery of the jaded times
Like a Xing Empire in it's prime, and the treason of the crouching tiger
Molding into transience like a hidden dragon
Gold touches the surface of the patina so supplementary
Oldness touches the simplicity of advice, like vice and virtue without happiness
Plastic love is like the abode of a plastic bag flying free in the air

You want to direct your own future, without calling it your own
Your genius is your own
So are your desires, your own

A natural order was seen
Living in the forests of time
Where wild men run free
As mothers keep providing

The mother hides in the shadows
Unaware of the crime of her children
Letting the life cycle move as clouds do
As the race for time will never find an end

When we live in the city
The cars live on the roads
Now and then, is a lot like
A forest of the day, hiding in the darkness of night

Under a canopy
Where the bright places are absent
The snails will move as clouds
Letting the clouds run free

Under a canopy
Where the shadows hide
The brightness of a tiger
A quest for life leads us to our destiny

You are in Dallas
Far from my attainable state
Standing on the boards playing Georgia on my mind
Your recordings of blues and merrier mood
Perfect songs on the softer mornings
I wish I was silent in the wildfire of eternity
Measuring myself with blossoming sunflowers, looking at you
With cathartic sailors saying here’s destiny looking at you
I’m at the end of thy tunnel, your heartbeat is something I don’t deserve
So I hold you in arms
Cold and lonely
In Southern Waco, this poem would have been more warm and country
Free us from this sundance, and send us on gelid Titan

That’s your temperature has color, health has none
Let’s delay our journey, and take the next train because we are certain
We have nothing, but, our love to look forward
And holding the candle in the starlight, wondering about the affliction of strains of woes
Woes of Constantinapole was a democratic wonder, and dearth color of champagne and wine
The dryness of this scarce fruit, we have the grapes of wrath among the mandrake roots that make much of time

Crazy little tyke
Playing with a frictioned tyre
Innocently
Much to his parent's ire
Having an education
That jaded hearts admire

The beauty of a journey
Is marked by
How far it keeps bad memories
Not by how far you travel

Amusement sets in
I stay at home
Put you to sleep
Fall asleep in the park
The amusement parks
Neatly under a tree
With my blanket
My girl
Under the colorful blur
Black and White poems
Don't help when you're down
And low
The love of your heart
Comes in shapes
Unhealthy for passerbys
In the clouds
Polluted by the cars
That make the street lights
Pretty
The lights bring warmth
To the years on an average
The flavor of tongue
Has lever to sever
To keep you from the people
Keep you from the winters
Cold as a shiver

Her shoulders lower on the silk straits
Lights on her sabered length and tapered gown
I could only forgive her for making my life breathless

I found my love
In cinemas and money
But after life became lifeless
I found my love
In trees and flowers
In the end money grew up on trees
My rubber soles couldn't get me up there

Eyes closed
Open minds
I'm education
Of the inured mind

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

On the shore of short towers
Shopping for food
Slaving it out in the rain
The education of many years and marathon days
We ran instant energy and insatiable highs

I hope we are sensitive to joy