Flown through
Turbulence
Of glass-blown skies

If the universe
Works in your favour
Watch out for what the hell
The world has to offer

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

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

Praying
For time
For a timeless
Existence
I'm unable to carry my sins
To the next life
It doesn't make sense
I've forgotten my innocence
But my priest helps confess
He even laughs
Drinking wine
Understanding greed
Through loaves of bread
That's a person I'll follow
For life's steed
I'm infected by the seed
I can't
germinate
I can't ruminate
In this lost land
God's many plenary plans

An amazing speech
After Carmen, in the opera
Hall, half of them left the theatre, unsure of the noise
Maybe, it wasn't really a great speech, but, better operatic humor
Like my cat likes my dog more than me
We could twist and shout, and we'd still be able to think twice if we weren't bleeding
A charming smile and you were complete life of the party
Loquacious, and lascivious, let's be lacunae love

Through my jagged
Rhymes mine and yours
My time be tattered
My words cloaked by daggers
Rusting and broken-unclipped
Slightly tragic
Shall have some lyric
Inasmuch much ragged pith
If your love is for us dogged creatures
It finds a prickly finish
Much like a yellow rose that hides
In a thorned spine
Tearing your fabric
To reveal your true nature

The strongest people
Shine the brightest
In the darkest, and shy away from the light
The shadows fall on trees
Opening pages from the canopy
We cannot see the age of these trees
Only their shadows in books of knowledge and passion

Let's dream up a sky
Let's brighten up the day
Let's dream of a thousand moons, instead of solitary stars

Words flow out my pen
Meant for better sentences
Such as "I love you"
Too bad I'm single
And there is an answer
To the question of love
The affection just makes my body tingle
With a feeling so serenely tranquil

The birds overhead nurture
Can you feel the unyielding nature
As we conspire under the covers
No light enters our intermingled love

Throwing light on the transparent waters
Going down south around the iridescent mouth
Here we slide, down we go!
Our first love, then you escape my touch

Lest the children cry
These restless eagles will circle death's decomposed hide
You can run, but, no one can save you from life's pleasure
Neither Aphrodite nor the god of poetry

If a phantom ushers in the wind
As the gust of torment tingles your body
The people will keep living
And we will still be friends

All in a pile of ash
We all seem like elemental poets
Except we are mortal
This is all you the time in an hourglass of sand

As the horizon fades
Like a highway on lonely valley
So do I
Behind the loveless sun

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

Laying by the lake
The leaves turn brown
As the sun wakes
You sleep with the gold
Cutting the trees of lumberjack town

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

My mind wanders, often
I may lay under a tree
If the leaves are crowding the sunlight
I choose to look through the canopy

Sic itur ad astra
Thus one goes to the stars
My mind wanders, often
Like a breeze hoisting dead saplings

With a rush and push life is in focus
My life is always in the background
If things are out of place, noisy often
Time flies instead of passing me by

The orient trains come and go
O'er Cassandra crossing, nervously

The years
Passed by
Kept me in
The waking
Of the followers
That seemed
Like personal
Gifts
But it was
Just a talent
To keep friends
Within the war-torn
Land

Often, a room is so dark
That you can almost sense the light outside
Even, if there is nothing illuminating the insides
Of the mysterious belly of a cornered room

When it is light
I remember my childhood
My love with a spontaneity found in Kerouac books
If I try to relive it is already dead like a bulb that has popped

Alive all of a sudden

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

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

The freeloading leader
Kept his ticket
For the ferry of freedom

The undulation of the circus
Respiratory laughter and the accord is sewn
In his hair and half time is gone for the darker time
In this waning swan song
Now a life beyond his obsoleteness and her own, are we really perceiving their problems as a whole
As our own judgments cloud our derisive destination, leaving us on the road
We keep hating ourselves for the wrong reasons, are never truly free
The wars are never stalled and rebarbative delayed right after
The inclination we have towards our civilized sleep becomes rather rapid fleeting like an ephemeral glance
Retire and find what you admire, in this vastness of metaphorical life, and swim?
Where everyone loses meaning after, they are put out to work?
Are we relying on ourselves or letting ourselves go?
It's the thought that counts and the kind gestures will never stop
Just go and get anything you can set your mind to
Don't stop, till the fight is done
Don't fight, if you cannot stop all those thoughts
Simply wishful that they were words rather than feelings?
You probably feel like the rest of us, in this vast world of life and wilderness
Wildlife is something that resides in us, binding us in the starry stuff
Redacting everything believes in is the first step to a mind held without indescribable fear
Rain song wash away my tears
Like you wash away the levees that are holding back your freedom

Nowhere found
Engaged In realistic
Activity
Impoverished
By circumstance
Ploys are example
Of the politicians lies
In their whites
Uneducated
By the degree
Know idea
Of the degree of misery
Caused by greed

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

If not for love
The breeze wouldn't
Have no swing
In lovers hearts
Accepting atmosphere
Formed within

Found treasure
In a feathered dove
Flying from sea to sea

The sorcerers' clouds
Whisper loveless quotes
On the parchment sky
Parched by drought and sorrows

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

There is a little feeling
Inside me  it says don't think
Twice and it's alright
That's why I talked last night
Leave with me as the leaves fall
On the river of forgotten sorrows under the bridge
And tell me what you see

Must I remind you
How much you're gonna miss me
I'd take you for a good girl again
How far along without me will you go

Allaying her worries
She says
Don't people watch silly soap operas eating tiramisu
And lust after those sensual languid queens just like me
What's up in your home, she asks
Under the shade it's the same with you and me
As long as the sun and you are over my head, under a tree
I've forgotten you and me

Now look at me, struggling day and night
To do everything this time
I'm just a lonesome lover
I need a woman who can see through eyes that look twice
I see just a childish apparition of love that is

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

Life can be made colorful
If you can be nice
About abolition of slavery

There was a time
I was fine
My mood would agree
By saying "Hey, you're fine"
I felt fine
And I had better days though
Appreciating the greater things
Passed through ages
Studied and taught by sages
Filling my lifelines
They keep my emotions at bay
They ask for more shade
The palm trees
Sway to-an-fro
Now a pearl palliated by the oyster in the sea
With a stagnant show
A show of hands
Told me I can't go further
Any longer
Because my days were through
And my time come
When I had to go
I had to move

If gentleness is a thing
That braves the rain
And the wind
It will find its way back again

And the next morning
It will be there, unwavering
Fresh as the morning dew
Sitting on a flower in bloom

That droops under the weight
Of that droplet
And completely forgets
Until a blistering wind carries it

Yet I've caused pain
That forced your hand
To exorcise the ghosts
Of your thinly-veiled past

As love crawls
Back to the fragile soul
They conquer the abandoned seas
Where the spirit once had flown

Roaming freely on those empty waters
The wind howls and there's no sign of life
In your reveries and spontaneous daydreams
Only there's the disturbed harbor of the mind

Where to the soul serenades?
Finding places cherished
In tranquil memories
Captured in time and space

It is a gift that it brings
Wielded by the noble
It is the strength of human nature
It is the sweat and toil of the human soul

Gentleness is a thing
That braves the hailstorms
Finding its way back again
Even when you are lost

I would rather
Stay indoors
Than get to know more people
Unless I could help
If they could help themselves
Stay outdoors
People know more
When they ask for the Earth
If we could lessen our usurious nature
We could take a lesson from nature
Nurture each other
Save others
While others
Rescue
Some squander
Once we plundered
Old men who shampooed their dogs
All they had was their daily routine
And so should we
I don't want any more than a normal life

There is a storm inside of men
An unrelenting fire that breaks chains
That wants to break free as well turn into blazing wildfire
A moon that wanes and descends into grottoes of outlandish man-made landscape
Until it is drained of iridescent color much like the conversation we once had in the colonnade
That wished to stray from affairs of blue Earth, never to meet the lonely blue-eyed spirits who once abandoned us
Soulless down on the shore of desolation among thousands of pebbles
And despair wears a face and walks among people or sits in streets, deformed just the same and stumbles
But it can't meet those promising eyes of the land, it has no self confidence or reputation to match the many illustrious folk in the city
There is a cloud that covers and the town burns at night
The sun burns too, at purple dusk amidst the oak trees which were golden at noon
That lonesome branch wishes to hide Apollo's gilded chest under its canopy keeping the warm to itself
For it knows there's much more to freedom than letting in the sunshine for a distant tulip
There's more than what meets eye of the people who have been born ignorant
Because the truth is unable to set them free no matter how much it tries to

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

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

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

The very thing I keep avoiding
Told me to let it happen
It is an obligation

The heat
Of the curiosity
Comes as it
Closets luminosity
Of the city

When you are blind
And you can't see
Desire lies in the skies
Cloudy dreams
Children from
The same place
Find meaning elsewhere

With such variety
Such a garden blooms
Eager, for somebody
With a personal diary
Eager, for somebody
I look for the truth
In the veracity of claim
That he loves people
As much as piano concertos
A subliminal cornet rings
Sibilant in harmony
Such is the rhapsody
Of my tender heart
That seems to flail vehemently
For my love
For my joy
For my ode to tocsins
Loud enough to wake up
The light of my life
Sleeping so softly
Like a lullaby
Like a Berceuse
Such a garden blooms in a myriad transgressions
Bearing the fruit of my age and labor
All found within a forgotten flower
He is that somebody

A world without words
A dream without focus
I might change my mind
If I wanted the problems of maintaining my sane sister
Called a metaphorical music
That keeps my muse on my mind
And my mind on my muse

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

Surreal street
My neighbor's house still is green, gates open
Hangs from the clothes line, the halcyon image
Stuck inside these cold walls, a celadon boiling pan
In red and azure, granite and brick lay strewn
Like an unseen wind, that bellows in my neighborhood
Blue is the warmest summer, sun looks like day
When the skies turn to nubile solipsism, night changes
Polaroid of my childhood reminds me of the lost time, stars were fantastic
This was where I grew tanner and older, now we have grown
We just have love in common, there goes the police
Yoking together law and power, a colored footprint
Turning the graves more and more, concrete trees
Exiling the tenants, food for free
Keeping the truth alive though, but hope has died
The missing girl has now come back, with a Siamese cat short
She is on a holiday, in the UK
She reads much of the night, and goes away
Lest the memories feed on her lung, tail and heart
Tales from a storefront, is her only recluse
Her friend is now a balloon

Talk in my sleep
Pictures on my window
Laying out on my diary, Hoben pon dai ni

Have you been knee deep
In war
Muddied clothes and all
A matchstick can light
As long you are alright
This is all you need to know

Have you seen blood
Or the red of brain
Turn inside out like a hood
The military will give you perspective
You have to find the good
For the hour, that's all you need to know

Have you seen the rain
Gurgitate bodies like a river of dead
The delta is rife with flesh and guts
"It is just like yesterday."
The soldiers scream
That's all you need to know

It seems like yesterday
I saw the river of dreams
Turn into a battlefield
Producing only nightmares
No hope or calm
That's all you need to know

Caught me brightly
With the winds blowing
The effervescence
Of her curled up
Hair
Kept me in
The wake of yesterday's ***

Faraway I am there picking up speed
Your car follows me home
Like your yells fail in comparison
To my music in my mind
Why do we fear and despair
When love is in the air
Is a crimson cloud among many
An abberation of something funny
Or the careless painting or a careful litany
Either way I will fall asleep
As you tell me anecdotes when I lie

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