Pea soup with Mr. Peabody
Have it as a delicacy, earnestly
Crush my pea heart made of solid starch
Mea culpa and moloch horridus among us
Keeps circling around, hopping around us
Like stars in our pocket
Hoping to join the starlight
Things seem to coalesce
Following the inner moonlight, and hiding the madness
Like pea soup on my burnt tongue, touching little by little

When silence hurts
There is nothing like a knife
To cut the tension
If the wire is thick
Then, will we see it through thick and thin
As I keep cutting the excess strands of awkwardness
With my biting humor
I leave some scars on your heart
Unintentional
But, this silence pains me
Because it isn't the same silence
We had years ago
When we first met.

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

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

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

Soldiers come marching in
If they ask for God
I show them my documents
Soon I know I will have no home
Soldiers come marching in
To find their home in the pavement
The years may be easier
If it was tough for the ones
Dreaming of war in Trenton
Often Philly will **** you
If you take two on the river
The soldiers grappled with my hands
My arms were removed and numb
So, they put a rifle on my shoulders
Lumberjacks had paved the way
The soldiers kept marching on
Sullying the forests and horses trampled the dead grass
Blood flowing across the white ****** snow
Years can go by with any smiles
Since, the soldiers can keep marching on
Never knowing when the war will end
Never knowing when they will see their loved
Halos of old memories still hang over their heads
You can see it in their eyes that are dead
As they try to save all the children
Some of them shoot them down
Like mockingbirds instead

Are you saying you
Can be my love
My true love, too

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

Cleaning washboards
On the back of my president lane
I am the reflection of a world
That was once ours
That died when we lost faith in the system
The centuries remain the same
I'm a dead president still alive
The song remains the same
"Hang 'em"
On the bloodied walls of underground thoughts
Life's do or die, and the washboards lose the cut up bones
A dog dug the ground and hid the frenzy

Dig sally up

The poets for the howling poets
Poems for everybody
Making his natural act

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

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

Steel vaults
Steelier eyes
Protect you financial faults

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

In a universe made for two
I light a flame to my cigarette
Each time you come in my way
And the pernicious mistake of believing that the first line
Is true
Wakes me up, every night
That's why I never think about you

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

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

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

Are you the beads
On a necklace
Because you look good on my neck
Are you my eyes
And wear my looks on
Are you the coffee
I have instead of tea
I’d read you instead of your choices
Like the luck of many jewels and mellifluous
Noels that shine on the trees in the auriferous
Celebration of Christmas
The coffee is getting cold in anticipation
Waiting for you too
On a distant menu of reading material
I love you like my to-do list
I’m glad I understand and unsee you, in chiming bells
Let’s go to the place together and sleep
Forever

When we travel
We leave our troubles behind
And our anticipation on our mind, and elation up ahead

A tower
Rings a bell
Must be a guitar

They think they are in heaven
But they are the lonely ones
They think they love the man
Equally, but, they are the lovely ones
They think they love the woman
Equally, but they are the passionate ones
They think my heart and soul, can break my spirit
TOuch me now, and leave me in peace
Touch me now, and breath my hair
I have little fingers, to caress your bald head
Touch me, and I want your breathing eyes
Touch me, and I live with your past
Touch me, and I live with you
TOuch me, and I live with your lonely woman
Touch me, I live with my mother, with her father and sister
Touch me, I live in the house to cook and have germane
TOuch me, I live within the sinners who look for souls
TOuch me, o me o my captain, my harbored old soul
Touched upon the brightest emotions, and left on the darkest tides
We make our own stories, and cannot find it in others
That's why you shouldn't like it, you think the girl I am the one, that's why you shouldn't wonder about it.
Your soul is so lost
It has so much to lose
I will write you a bedtime stories
I will write you a beautiful sermon, to save your soul with the demon in our heads
I will write you a beautiful feeling, to save your soul with the angels in our breath and the humans in our soul
I wish for your happiness
I want your happiness
I wish you could take my soul on another place, and feel better.
I wish you could stop fighting the power, and nations of millions
I wish you could stop fighting poverty if you can't eat.
If I want you to make my bed, I want you to take my sleep.
If you want the love of someone, the morning has come

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

Unwrapped box of food
Lay on the stable
Laid out carpet for your writing

You and I must go
The time can stay
Blossoming like a wildflower, in the month of aged wine and May
Eternity in an hour, if you may
Treading a path of tears, the midterm naysayer appears in the scintillating imago
The condition of the human, ich mir kind spirit closes on the broken girl
People don't play with knives, they toy around the possibilities of ******
Toys of the occult and ocular visionary, a legionary in the reprise
My soul has lost its appetite, but, has a pang of hunger in someone's demise

A boy went to the bazaar
He wrote more books in his time
Out of the life in the supermarket, grocery stowaway
All I do is for the free tickets
All I do it is for the theory of selling said relativity
He is a shadow of the gilded soul
A boy went to the erroneous place, in the bazaar of crimson tides, undead living
Dog day again, afternoon buying free feed for the plants
Without, stains of seeds and rain tearing on the some seedless, we would have germinating roots
And the bedrock of my life is eroding
Or was once, a bed for others, and the Freudian lyric pome berry

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 nights tell to close eyes
It would be good to be asleep at day
Because that’s when you think of me
And my shyness counts till ten
In conclusion, I am six seconds shy
Of romancing with the idea of you, and the seconds pass by
Spelling out “Love”
Curiously, patiently, and sequentially

What's really the truest thing that doth speak
With winds and seas that seek shores in an inexplicable motion
With diseases spreading across the avian world like a bird
Like a bird on a mountain peak picking out the snow through breeze

I find your heart on the heights of mountains
Knowing it shan't come down, as treasure and treachery
Never make themselves known to the otiose folk with grandiose mind
Soon, things become simpler and the complex lines between implicit and the explicit

Will become clear, as everything isn't about love nor lying in the corner
It shan't become blurred because truth and despair go hand in hand
Delible poetry will soon erase as sketches etched in sand
On stretches of eternity, when we find thy promised land

Where mountains, oceans have no difference
Just as life and joy are synonymous
Sometimes, when I am depressed
I will talk to myself, inferring that there is more than what meets the eye

In vast lands of eternity, we seek the lack of disease
When we are teens, incredulity shines
As we grow older, the peak of adolescence never ends
In my twenties, I want to be as young as I can

But, I know that for such luxury and purity
I need a love like mine, and duality of man troubles us
In doubt and in certainty, just as ash is to ash
And the broken hearts are cast aside

Life may be harsh, my friends in disease and despair
Life may be full of tears, but tarry for thy blessing falls
In ****** manipulation and hope's lifeless walk follows
What follows after mountains come down to the shore

Only to meet land, just as people
They doubt you, scare you
Into submission
But, do not be afraid, they are just as doubtful of fate

When a person with hat, coat and green-shirt clad
Dusts the leaf off his fedora and hurls his scarf
Around his neck with flick of his wrist
It is in his head, that he wishes to be understood

We were traveling
Moving in a train
The railroad passed us
As the night came upon us
My eldest son said,"I know it is night here, always."
That's when I knew he missed
His mother's embrace

Singing in the dead night
Keepin the flight
Of the wasted time
Seems like the mine
Of gold
Never shines
Unless a golden raven
Flying across the red moon
Feels free across the dark blue

Modern skyscrapers are urban peaks
And mountains are heights of stamina
Both are the zenith of achievement
In India

If you say cheap things
You get priceless expressions

If you do nice things
You stop this cycle of hate

Everything comes at a price
Love takes endless sacrifice
Hate's easier to give in to
That's why forgiveness is short-lived too

And some of us live on borrowed time and money
While others find love in the poorest of broken places

I could take a moment
And make an eternity out of it
If it was who’s time

Cooking up apologies
Recipe for disasters
Verbal diarrhea lashing out in pederasty
Many hearts lived
When learned love required hiding your naked tail between your legs

And will it end with the pressure to know it all
Couple receive and cops in the drug cartel
Life's tough
Touch the sky
***** the highs
And respect the lowly butchers in the neighbourhood
The loan sharks
Are superfly
With the credit
Don't deal the wrong classic case of trusting

When I sleep
My thoughts lie awake, and he hasn't said anything yet
Telling me to breathe, or stop dreaming

I'm losing my reason
The thoughts are alive like wilting flowers
The dullest seasons are the brightest when the time waits for tides

I never thought about it
He didn't know what it was up to
Before, until now
I light my own ways and close my own doors

We are like open books
Staid and impulsive at the same time
If the shadows of people were pages
Their leers are open books

I wish I could take a page from your defenseless heart
Then I'd have caught a falling star from infinity
Indemnified by eternity and I wouldn't think twice
I doubt that confidence is the means to an end
Or the self-determination is the way to begin this art
Start from the beginning, and try to sleep with a mosquito
And change your sleepless nights, into claps for exchanged for slaps
Stop dreaming, start living
Or we can least breathe, you know if butterflies flutter

We couldn't help looking up the skirts and skirmishes
Although, the thoughts were kept aside with integrity
The drinks were at the side of typewriters, like hanging women
Blowing some soul into blazing thoughts with some dignity
That would have burned themselves on free streets ransacked by religion

To drink
Or not to drink
It is a question of taste
A pleasant cuppa
For a song of the sailor
Rhymes on the table
Reflections on forever
I know your love has no measure
Beyond the jealousy I watch from that eye
Is it he that walks by in starry skies
All of these are uncertain
Like my job at Wigan Pier
Will you send me something for earthly me
A student for policing
Or an apprentice for teaching
I have done my duty poorly
As a father figure
At least as malice doth give us
We could cherish the chalice
From the bottom of the drowning sorrows
I had given it my all
It was a well-fashioned foot soldier
In a daring hermit's costume
I died with clothings and old age, fulminating till my last breath

It makes life easier
If you walk on the wild side
Suburban subterranean, talking about him and his mild smile
Smile, if your is aching, or you crave the doubts company, and the answering machine

Freewill and inane, it got me tin-men
In the mirrored men, the selfish shells, that claim destiny
With the clams holding pearls of presently precious
Haranguing, the steps of the bedroom
The holding to the embarrassing forum, the childhood climb
The ladder's a light away, and tunnel unfurling
Mirroring the world, cars that flash-by give me the senescence Simplicity is innocence, without the age
Homeless and heralding the jazz of the lost-ages, the last of us
Stilletos, tax-cabs culminating into one free-speech station, and dream theater
The electric relaxation and steely epicures are ringing like wood-wind instruments
Here is how, and I'm living too deep like the slippery silver morning
Fear is how we sleep, with the midnight spoon
Afraid of the dark, learning light can come in the next induced thought, in your nightmares
That's why I don't like questions that don't have answers, but, it's an honor to be questioned properly
Answers can be questioned, as long as they free your imagination
If you hold your success, you can hold imagination until the very last breath
Thinking about the inherent goodness and utility of that non-living thing
That opens to doors, that cannot be short of the theory
That's why I'm scared of my own beliefs because they test my desires
Fear is good when used for getting another word, silence.
That's the world without words, like Jupiter, and Mars
Far and apart from the Solar energy, but, part of the revolution
Towards the heaps of Asteroids, and heat of gaseous modes
In our humble abode, fluid like the water expanding like the gases
Our Universe, truly an immaculate conception, if we thought about myopic inception
Without sight, we created the World
The world without words works like the eye in the sky
Shine on you crazy sky, with the lucid perception of changing the sheen

When you fall asleep you leave
Me in bed like a ******

But, you waking up always drags out that champion
Hey, your thoughts might like the breeze
But, trust my gut?
If you read me you might never leave me
I have my head about, in this land of dreams
Why do you have to make it here?
When, do you have to make it here?
What, is a question of substance, but, not now
Just let your passions follow you cinderella

Hello poetry
Make the cut
In a world lost in time

I reading writing my words
Into thin air, feeding fuller thoughts
Thinking out in lurid murders
Amnesia might wipe out the people in them

Can't change the world with
The wee troubles
Slow-out for a hundred candles
Love the moves, out the waxen moves
Play the moves, body stop in my hailing moon
Can't change the time, don't rock

Movin' down the line, talk 'bout twinklin' rocks
Maybe it's mine, troubled over waters o'er your eyes

Two times, for your two-timer looking for mo'
One love, love the groove
Can't change the city, livin' in with my soldier
Far away from here, Saigon mindful
Soulless soldiers looking for cashing in their guns
I am looking for peace, I'm surrounded by silent pacifists

Woven into a blessing
The servant stitches the cotton
Picked by a child

I remember
The day when we became
"friends"
Now we are enemies

If you read between the lines
The lines
change with every haiku

I don't believe in love
Because it always
Has two parties
One has a story to tell and the other dies early

I don't believe in sentences
Because lovers can finish them for one another
When they feel like it
Or if they are alive

I don't believe in crime
If it is to be in love
Then I don't believe what I say
God tells me things, he's a little voice that tells me be kind

I don't listen to voices
When they tell me don't believe others
I just choose loneliness
I can spend counting the stars, thinking of her

So, believe in yourself
Love is the answer