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

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

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

Foaming skies
With thunderstorm
Keeping the water in the warm
Like the tresses of tearing souls
Keel with my tightness of my
Home, I guess I'm crushed
Yeah, I have some money
But I'm broke
And the government
And wagers
wades through the sea
Where?
Throw your duties
And responsibilities
Like a key at the bottom of the sea
Senile decay keeps the trees from growing
Money
Pollution is  ashore
Explain my exploration
Money ,you, brought me
Here to wants
But you taught me to need
You bought the needy
with the paper currency
Of the rich economy
Seems like paper is poetry

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

****** barons
Keeping coal
Burning them with the tools
Carrying the anvils
On their shoulders
Life just became a boulder
Bolder to be a silent slave
Than to be an outspoken fool
In the rise of evil
Ranks finding
Comfortable numbness in
Falling behind the ranks
Like a cat crossing the street
Unaware of its race,caste or creed
Black cats have a breed
Superstition doesn't rule the cat

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

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

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

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"

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

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

A writer uses his
Instruments to lay
Beatitude
To religious display

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

Time's a northern pole
Darker than washing away
Freeing rests my spirt
Shadows are falling
And gave you the whole day
You're lying with me around
In the circus of the follicle heartbeat on a drumskin full of steel
The miracle of birthing is dead by the aborted misery of poor deeds
I guess you died in my lively dreaming dead for the dreary
Dreaming for the living for the leaden existence that's weighed down by life
Take a note from me, I can count on your saving in the dose of their droll behavior, made me vicious in reality
The lichens that come from the soil
Make the milch animals by killing
It in the faithless slaughter
Of the frown
In the pig
Of the personal power
The pondering chimp
Spinning and madly sporting all across the sun
Canning the heat
The potion of the rickety cauterized man who wasn't all that bright
Is the aluminum that makes the sound, ringing alright
Of your ringing hall
Missing school, far from your polar desert of cold looks and miserable principle
Come, I've gone found a jangled up woman in your youth
The moral desert's mirage is the soul in his soulless eyes Disappearing disappearing
The voice of the smoke rings
Telling of thoughts flowing so eloquently
And the smoldering waves
Heat my watered feet
The ocean is deep
I want that swim
Have for a long time
And I want to swim across with or without you?

You can restore yourself
Heal your loveless heart if you must
Because the love you have now
Is just an idea of what is about to come
I am talking about the journey
You will cross many roads
Meet many beings of strange souls
Some may not even have souls
I do not mean evil, but, anything
That has words has no soul at times
Imagine, a parachute that tears mid-way
But, saves your life
These are what lush pastures in the mind present
The living daydream that human consciousness is
And nightmares that dreams are to many men
That live in the past

Lights out at 7:09
At the right time
I come to you in many rhymes
Depends on how you look at your wine
As it's aged into
Skip into morning 7:09
The repose of yesterday's intoxication
Is in the form of a knife
And within those 12 hours, my doors were latched tight
My covers weren't warm, they were alright
The shoved cloth, that arrested the hands that were already tied
I died of medical causes, or maybe, I became blind
I'm haunted by the very thing that helps me sleep at night

Better to condemn sinners
From Hell
Than to discern
From Heaven

The coffee is served
With some newspaper that reads like a fly
Makes the news spread

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

She was just a girl
I want to dream about
Her name was on my mind
That helped through nightmares
Every time I got lost
I would scream her name in my sleep

The true terror of knowing
She would never sleep with me
Drove me to blind rage
I want to break this cage
And open my eyes tenderly
Bloom as I deflower her
In my respectful dream

When the nightmares come
I don't know what will happen to her
I worry about her all the time
Maybe, she just needs me
To be near her
I am usually am not this jealous

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

If I'm a fit guy
Down with fever
And my metabolism is eating my lungs
I'm smoking and drinking
Puking until I'm left with severed tongue
Cutting does do it
The smoking
And cauterized wound

The cutting doesn't cut it
I'm relying on a cheap pair sneakers
Expensive champagne and reeking of sweaty stench
******* and syringes of powder

The painless and suicidal people
In the profession of slavery
Fooling around with bouts of bravery
Ignoring a true saint from the past

When a boy loves you
He tells you his favorite songs
When a boy loves you
He tells you his darkest secrets
When a boy loves you
He sings in a voice that soothes that emptiness
When a boy loves you
He will want to dance with you
To forget about the fights
When a boy loves you
He'll be afraid of grabbing your waist, but, still, kiss you
Before prom's over.

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

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

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

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

Passed partied lucky
Big and my best day
Blushed the blue heart, and turned red like the dusky sky

I can't judge myself from the free will that lies and tells us the truth
To make you feel nice if you look hard enough into the mirror
Like a desert rose, make you think twice about the hamlets in tin cans
Can we look behind and keep our heads on the prize?

Twisting in anxiety
Nobody had told
me their
Secrets
In the plane
I guess they lacked piety
As they hijacked society
In light of their deeds and deities

We were brought in an unforgiving world
Notoriety mattered, except the old
There were highway signs on the way back
As soon as we found our own relationship on track

We have puzzled hearts
That can carry able bodies with conviction
A hole in our heart in this jig-saw puzzle
Can we carry all this strength
Therefore, the ones who feel weak
Are they in the broken places or pushing together the pieces again
A heart can carry me forward and my mind can piece all this together
In the silence of a strong mind
Silent like meek geniuses unsure of their minds
Soon they will be struggling and weighed down doubts
The bright ones will make it out alive
A wise man can travel, and a fool is worse for wear in this stormy weather
Sticks for legs, and stones for hearts having a still heartbeat
Like pieces of a puzzle lying on a table altogether

Keeping something alive
Is as difficult
As loving it

For the first time in my life
You've opened my eyes
To the crimson fire
That burns inside, consuming me tonight

It has ignited
My mind, soul, and body
Flooding me with flames
The heat extending to my fingertips, down my spine

In the warm noon under the clear skies
My legs go numb as you creep up to my face
Covering me with kisses under the sheets
I'm dizzy when walking the empty streets

In the quiet hours of midnight
When the world's sound asleep
My heart pounds across my chest
With all its might

It rains and the clouds thunder, a guttural cry
I search for you in the pools of crystalline  
Often I'll stumble upon the stone pavement
As this obsession drowns me in this moment

Pulling me under, clogging my windpipes
Breaking my spirit, carrying my soul
Through the dark nights spent in complete solace
I'll watch the satin sky, as the rain falls on and on

On a silent, dark night
After the rain has subsided
These words, in time
Will show you my truest fears

As I race through the fog, running through woods
Scarred by the biting wind laced with snow and ice
The blizzard runs through me, freezing my temples
Curling through my veins, seeking warmth

I'm captured by your cold, cold heart
Transfixed by your beautiful eyes
Longing for your delicate hands that break the spirit
Starving for your naked embrace, abandoned and desperate

Someday, these words will kiss you
Under the cold July rain, where you lie bare
When the storm caresses your luscious locks
And the rivers of your soul drain into the vast seas of sorrow

Our memories will fade into thin air, tomorrow
But all I can think of is your sweet face
That carries me through this difficult phase
I'll hear your breathless whispers and soothe your nerves

Clasped arms in an intense moment of passion
Let me move into you in the heat of the night
Till you need me for an eternity
This fire will burn indefinitely

As I breathe you in
Douse you with the flames of my eyes
Caress you with a touch
As the mask falls away

I yearn for you when the wind is breathing heavily
The tresses that lay over your shoulder
Like trees across the shore of a river
Brushing your neck with my lips soft as waves

Take your clothes off, white linen hugs your skin
Draped across your breast, quivering lips
Curling into a ball of passion
Your hips will ache with every dip and ******

Wanting me more with every intimate glance
I'll dance with you under the rain
I want you just as much a bird yearns to sing
You bring out the wild side deep inside of me

As I undress you with my eyes, seated next to you
Close to your heart, listening intently to its beat
Lightly touching your hair, sliding my fingers through it
Bringing our lips to meet in a stolen kiss

Rustling leaves that flutter with the naked breeze
The heart of the forest is calm and serene
Pleasure and pain are just the same
As our peaceful night ends

We stare at each other, wondering
When will we cross paths and exchange fresh glances
Like strangers meeting
In the next life

If this just about
A road I shouldn't cross
I can't think twice about it without dying

The love with which I brought you up
Was held in the book of frozen thoughts
Like a cryogenically stored impasse of repressed emotions
Where's the sexuality in this tensed state of mind?
In which we attribute, the city lights to the life of the bright enlightened plight
Maybe, our plea is just reimbursement waiting to repaid by our future generations
Wondering how it got so rough, and yet so droll
The candid nature of *** is psychology
In this surmise, I rest my repleting father figure
Complexes are how we move onto our next offspring
Where there is recessiveness, there is dormancy

I feel the nuts popping my gestalt, she looks hot as beans
We are human beings, protein in the clear plasma
In the name of scientific shindigs
My pressure rises in the hollow hardness of society
As each thorny sensation of eschewing from The Police
Makes stalking the yellow panes
Featuring a beautiful feathery beauty
Tingling sensibilities
I can feel those chili pickles, get spicy
I can still smell my beads breadth going into directions
Different from looking at her waist

I remember you
You shaved your beard
And gave me hair like wires and washed
The candy cane like people who deserve head
Full of hair and laps of happiness
So that they can run after it, and
School the cool kids, here lies a hanging ceiling
He is hung by the noose
But, saved himself on the trapdoor of dropouts
Delightful if he shot himself in the sky
Terrorized the neighbourhood like James Dean
On a plane and he had die
Crash like the bellicose delight
Of popping centrelights
Soul flying out of the moonlit sky
Maybe, hanging on the balcony like a kite
****’s about to go down

What do you wanna do
With your life and create merciful
Merry sitting sounds on household objects
Make glassnotes too

Accepting life on a platter
Sounds tiresome
Socially
Unless you matter
When your life goes out of the door
For the pavement
With a satchel
Working for money and change
And working for the latter
In the endless pitter-patter
Of rain
Of droplets
That shatter your heart
But make up your mind
About life Instead
In dread
You think
About looking for different waters

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

This emptiness quiets my voice
On the brink of never speaking again

I cannot wait
To walk under the moon
The roads are empty
I am unchained
I miss the people lost, no more
To the twists and turns
Some are stuck in the
Middle of the crisis in Sandwich town
Cars are too afraid
To prowl the streets
Too bad I am stuck
On the highway
With my suitcase in my hand
Jumping off the side of the night
Tossing and turning in my sleep
No more a typhoon
I sell myself to the stars
For a night of isolation
A day of stares

Deities could be written
For us,
Looking at stone cults that know themselves, and judge the intelligence
That might come with barren souls, are we wasting our creativity for noise
When music, is the thought that relaxes and it also counts.

Their ****** labor
Told them to be happy
But, they were shortened to being gruntled

Wild and free
Wondering through
The pressed fields
Of trees
That should have been there
To hold guerrilla hats
Yesterday
Left with the search
For innocence
Intermittently
Overcome
With mature loving
And empathy
Too

When a person's time comes to make
His decisions, embracing
His past, in the fray
It's like a weeping child
At embarrassing moments, meek
She cries her eyes out
Unable to say a word
Unable to bear with the ordeal