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

Sherlocks blesses
A childhood,
after a day's innocence
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That's how I never get writer's block

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

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

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

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

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

Steel vaults
Steelier eyes
Protect you financial faults

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

Among the shells tossed
Up and about, onshore, lie the cones
You can hear the waters climb aloft
In inner curls and twists of sea strands
Of the phantasmagoria of sea mermaids
Heads full of hair kiss the sand
Like mist and horizon to the blue expanse
If I come back to thee
I shall leave knowing we have the same masks
But, different eyes like stones on a sea

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

On the eve of twilight, all was silent
As my soul paced, so did its expressive face
I promised to be simply present
As the cloudy skies brought forth pink and hues of pensive

With the river of heights untouched, hollower than life
Yet larger than it, for it is lonesome in its stride
Some words often follow a solitary remark
I pray you appreciate the docile look the heavens bring

As its beauty shines, and its pallor looks brighter
Emanating with a summer stream, as well as a young branch
If my life were empty, and love were made of cloudy chance
I would look into twilight’s haze as I fulfill my life
That is when I am reminded of our time
And how brief it is to be truly alive like a sky lit up in twilight

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

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

Hello, anxiety
There is a feeling of being left
In the shade
Pretending the ***** can tweet
And the birds can chirp every time
I clearly see the fear stay in my life
When it rains
The bruises that stick to me
Stones on the window and door
The chord that you struck
Broke like a thunderstruck town
Knowing other things about your presence
In my time of remembrance
I believe you are the essence
And society's listening

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

Looks like we are a conservative party
Stuck with progressive ideals
Turns out women can divorce older men
Making younger men happy, trembling limbs

As we fly in the sky
If we sail through blue skies over pale oceans
I get an appetite for life
The birds sing with a fearful trill "Why don't you fly with us?"

As we sleep with the fishes
If we hold our breath as white sharks do
I get an appetite for living
The dolphins whistle "Why can't you sleep easy?"

As we dry up like ice
If my feet fall into sleet
I get an appetite for life
The polar bears roar "Why is it so hot these days?"

As we try to become primal
If I died hungry
I'd be part of the wild
The animal kingdom looks for a suitable answer, that is biological

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

Breaking the day
Comes the wake
Darling if you may
I tried to take
My time from your despair
"Morning"

Take me home
Keep me from the
Moon
As it lays on it's *******
Amidst the stars and the mist
Covering
The Crescent smile
Hazy and fuzzy

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

When I
Took the moon
From your pocket
I forgot the stars in your eyes
When I
Looked at today’s attraction
You took the front page,
I didn’t read further
When I needed you
Most, you twinkled
And parted the space inbetween
Our balance
And added love in the equation

Now that’s called being all about love
Take me away from this moon
And circle the skies given the circumstances
Right no my eyes are clouded
But, the love of a million stars is enough
For my billionth brother in arms
Was that too many confusing numbers
That’s swingin’ lovers are a part of this astute statistic
Let’s make some association with our loveless magic
And add the magic of numbers, fly me to a moon miles away
Too far to go, let it be on the front board with the specials
The stars look down on us, in crosswords
We interwine like star-crossed lovers under cloudless climes
So what, we are capricious and jocular, amenable too

The endless sea seems
Vacant and empty without
You holding my arms in a silent embrace
The sun kissing my acquiescent face
And touching the crescendoing waves

Many years had gone by in random places
It is a feeling as much as a ship sailing by
Looking for a stretch of land full of people
The ship is unable to anchor to any shore
It is still searching for a reason to stop

But, the birds swoop through valleys
Mount the curves of crescent lakes
That once meandered through rainforests
And stay in the clear skies away from the rush
They bask in that beautiful hush

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

I am alarmed
At the ghost
Of your past, it asks me to do things
I just don't like

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

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

The whales
Flow under
The underbelly
Just caring for the
Sun and their
Air of peace

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

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

Late nights are when we think best
I ask you to be my friend, please
Stop it and fall in love with the universe
If we can give each other moonlight
Make our bodies mingle and toss
In the morning and break of dawn
In strings of fire and gold
As an asteroid breaks Earth's soul
We will walk on fiery lakes
Like meditation heals the soul
Here is our share
Of the money, that deep pockets
Can't ask for
Boundaries tell us we have constraints, as everyday people
Words penetrate us, if events deepen our soul

An inchoate who is looking to get better
In these familial dark worlds, lintels ringing
Freewill, think I am going to be a freedom rebel
Rebel and recuse yourself, the rights are to stand up
To incoherent talk of honesty, with the writs to dictate ownership
Ignorant talk of slavery, when bravery is mercy
Sober and brightening, still waking up to this kindness there-and-that
I've accustomed myself, to writing myself some double-talk
Questioning every thought, the music is mapped out for the greater good
Cutting through the noise, cherishing my moments with tocsins and sermons
I am religiously present, this is talk of dubiousness in polygamy
Why free will when you are forever in this mirror, of dying loathing
Why free will when you are ne'er in this mirror, of sleeping solipsism
Caitiffs cutting through the silver morning, to be glad to drink good times with opulence and ease

Complacent about our pallor with weighed shoulders
Transparent about our complaints of penury, livid about promised lands
Arid vicissitudes pilfering bandits casting and ostracized folk-rock
Pallid coffers in the kiosk hanging out in teddy bear streets mourning the death of drugs
Stentorian blogging along with the fustilug with crushing self-doubt in the war on welcoming namesake
Transparently opaque about my doubts in my angry fix putting me to repose, bit by bit
War is peace

You despise your children?
You follow your breed?
Or greed?
Or just follow the route meant
For the pavements where sleepy souls
Crave for dreams
With impoverished aspirations
Need comes awake
When the sun brings the change
in a small can of tuna
Fished out of the sea
Now out of God's street
Foiled up the coin
In toil
Filled up currently
Maybe more half empty than half full
Placed inbetween
A elementary economy
With a freedom-fighter's face
Named Mahatma Gandhi

Slow release of me
Stays in prison
Far from our family
Evocative
When apoplectic and angry
Invoked
By the violent deeds
That surround thee
And running amok
Lawless
And free

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

It's kind of tough
Having pillow talk
When you're such a fluff

I got lost at the starlight
Wandering through the stars and the preaching crowd
Lost in the light

Better to condemn sinners
From Hell
Than to discern
From Heaven

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

A sewing machine
Left with the beauty
Of the maiden seam mistress, not sure she should be my nurse

Moonlight on the water
Sun on the fish
The shadow is on the mountain
We will never come together
Until the break of day
When the moon lingers in the sky
Way past its time

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

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

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

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