In a middle of a bow
I look down in shame
Hoping to change my praise
Bored audiences come to see
The comedian meant for everybody's boisterous laughter
Among those drunk faces I see the light
It's the fairness of your countenance
I am immediately attracted
And I don't feel so ashamed
But, I must admit I felt quite shy, indeed
She tells me, "You were hilarious, how about buy me a drink?"
I oblige
Telling her, " How lovely the roses look on her pale palms."
All this while trying to cheer her up
She doesn't laugh much
But, she talks quite a bit
I notice she is drunk
Inebriated as I am
The crowd vanishes
And it just her and me
And the comedy of a punk

The time that moves past
Future comes into focus
Memories are all I have
To remind me of the present

A burnt letter crackles
Inside it turns into blazing blackness
Perdition resembles the edges
The fire engorges the pages

I remember how the lassitude was
When I was young and full of worth
Law and order was never the same
The older I got the more I forgot

That time can be expressive
It is like a beautiful lady
That slips through your fingers
Even when it is as clear as water

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

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

The ringing drums
Keep the bells
Of the salvation
Tolling in the temple
Of fog

I found beauty
In a dash of spring
In it's still lingering

Let us go then, you and I
When the evening is spread out against the sky
Like a patient sky of placidity
Let us all unite, in mosque and harems
The sibilant retreats
Of restless memories of countless nights
And sawdust restaurants in truant sales motels
With a sample of seashells on the oyster shore
Of rebarbative reason
To lead you to impending death
Oh, do not ask for she is frail
Let us, make our foray

To make a brighter day
The men talk of James Baldwin and Malcolm X

Six blocks away a cafe lies
Taking in lovers by the hour
And singles by the minute
Serving coffee and sugar
Milk pours out
And the bitterness becomes an aftertaste
Of the conversation that once took place
Among two people holding each others glances
At the face of it
Coffee breath
And Chocolate cake

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

Such is her fair complexion
That colored eyes fall false compare to her inner reflections
Within each wing, one lies

The world is a colored place where the monogamous mix
Where women write about colorful costals
I call it la petite mort
And men are black enslaved and powerful in the Pentacostal
Love is monochrome
That can bridge twin wings
Where one rides the ocean rides
The other covets the blue skies in moorish lassitude
Life is childlike and monochromatic
No one waits for the last
Unless they reproduce cash
When will we leave
When will we leave
****, when will we leave money behind
Forever
Such is her complexion that money quantifies it

Beast of the fantasy
Living with Lord OF The Rings
With the students of Lord Of The Flies
We've got books
But school's a comic...
Puzzingly
"Hello, Poetry I'll be with you for a long rhyme."

My eyes
Lay on the prize
Of others
My face is priceless
When I do that
My jealousy
A fire that extinguishes
The water of the
Half full glass
Half empty inside
I live to judge people
In the promise
Of living with better people
I am in the halls, banquet people!

Sands in the storm
Reflection in the warmth
Of her eyes
Warmth in her sighs
Love's alright
Hand's waving to set you free
By the blazing by the sea
Seagulls in the breeze

If I put my feet in your shoes
I will keep talking to you
You shall follow me
If you have a bit of love
Then, we can see it through

A memory of us
In an envelope for when my heart is broken
Smiling ponderously and drinking my gin
What do you take your ice in
Be prepared, here is where we meet

A bunch of flowers with thorn'd ends
With a hint of sarcasm, the barmaids hold you
We welcome you to the new day
Fractured and insecure
We will be
Count to three, when we as one
Shall be released

The new day approaches
When the falcon hears the falconer's call
The sparks fly awry
While the lightning claps under clouded sky
I said if we count to three
We will be released
Do you trust the revolutionary?

I'm surrounded by words and saw the demise of God's meaning
Inane cases of Sunday afternoon
These are how my worlds are
I walk into spirits of a material living
I'm unsure whether I'm free from these words or the necessities of begging
I feel lamentable and slide right into my depressiveness
Oppress the oppressor, the ringing bell of ****** progress
I haven't finished my pills, either way, being near the whanging streets in limerick streets
Forlorn and fraught with medication and the lack of a noisome drug that has no surmise
Emetics accompany the frequent visits to the blue halls of hallucination, confusing and bright
Read Harriet stone, and bleached winter ****** on nature's haze
When will the sky clear and when I see the light?
I know it's you I'm looking at all this time, I'm a child of a lost spirit
It dwells on me like a blue moon that barely ever comes

A moon hovers us, like a friend
The moon pulls us a bit to close, asking us to fly kites
There was once a time when well-lit streetlights held the light of prostitution and deafening gun chase
We controlled the deranged inveterates, even accused the government and the thrills of the chemicals
But, we never came back from that, now, I cannot hold myself with veracity or cheap freewill
I hope it ends wilting freely, ****** on the west side near the waters
Love waits
On the ****** on the west end, disguised in a leader's meandering gait

The problem I have often
Faced lies within the layers
Of the imagination
All I have to do is imagine
They aren't there and they
Vanish

Bullets, bombs, and broken glass
Shards, shells, left strewn
Across the floor
As thin as ice

A life built on lies
A past buried deep inside
A house of cards
You'll never know why

So, forget
That I'm hanging from the edge
Forget that I am
Finding courage through the pain

Through the tears
And the weakened nerves
Tell me
How to learn to live

Black and white are just colors
If you mix them like paints
Everything is a grey cloud
Without a silver lining

Much like the thoughts
Of you light up my day
So does the sun in my eye, so you just can’t see it

As I walked on a beach
Among the ferns
The sea sand was out of reach

In odd shapes the water moved
As my heart ached
I knew there was more to do

Ashen sand castles lay strewn
On a place which was far from us
Or a figment of our imagination

Now, I look back and the whirlpool
Is all that I remember from our trips
On the sea, where the **** lay at the bottom of the blue

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

busy days
busy faces
Something lost between
The traces and remnants
Of yesterday

Dazzle my eyes
Make me light
See into my whole garden
Plough the day with night

Through the desert
Holding reigns of a horse
Feeling no wind for a boat
With a sail
The rains don't call to me
With my heart full of remorse and pain
The journey seems rough
But my place in the rain brings love
To my blunt shape
In the suns and sands
Of the desert
With no rain
The sound of my voice
Rings through the plains

Voices are irrevocable
Because of a warmer philosophy
The earth turns colder like fire and hazel
The voices unheard by the shuffling beautitude

Under her pile of books in college
She keeps a smoked cigarette
Sooner than later
She'll be piled up
Late late late her boss cries
She wakes up
She has now started snooping for greets
The secretary much to her chagrin signs out
She loses her daughter and becomes her paperwork
No one told her school is easy
Keeping a job requires sedulity
And working two jobs deserves an honor
Now the boss laughs when she came late
She snoops from the desk holding life
With a halo of sordid affairs
She manages to feed her children while she rubs their backs
Welfare stamps and everything
She is employee of the year
She has got a car
That she can turn on
As one holds such power
Over there supervisor
Business trips take first priority
She gets the family package
She can be with her family
Or maybe keep them together
No missing faces in the picture
She cries

In a stretch of cement highway
It is too ruinous and marked by yellow
I do hate the truth

So they tell me change the world
Let that be said by young fellows
I cannot bring happiness
To myself
Let alone a sea change

I may be walking
But my mind is on the lies
That I shall tell to myself
All love's a stage
In the sunset of blue liquour

Where a perfect circle table lamp
Celebrates my fiery pork *****
Lying on the hot deserted bed overlooking me
Tells me move over in the bright morning

You are taking up light and space
Sometimes blocking the way in the diner
Getting in trouble with another waitress
Then, I sit in my chair

My girl tells me write
I delve in my delinquent mind
It begins a soliloquy
On the road, on the road far away

Far from home
My cousin from the thunderdome
We were marching towards to the front
Sitting in the back
Lyres flew across the sea shack
Where the old man died so poignant
Waiting for my return like he bided breeze

Someone's got it in for me
As each page folded underneath
Night came from another
The witches chanted when comes peace
Thunder met the easy wind coming from East
I bid thee farewell when come light of winter
You wouldn't know me even if you saw into the light

All along the zoo station
There sits a girl in leopard prints
Her hamstring aches
As adumbrated headlines are in the prints
Thellenistic books lie as the library sits silent
Librace wears his socks with his gold chain
Like a train runs on the tracks and carries Jesse James
Soon, the outlaws will outlive the sheriff's pigpen
This girl has been here for a night cap
Her books fall from her shoulder
Like her hair
A handsome fellow arrives
And sweeps her off her feet
She has never been to the circus
And pulled the strings

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

Rights of a criminal
Is in the perception of time
Of the committed crime

So unfortunate, but wise.
Can't we keep smiling
Is this the radio on which you listen on
Or my life

I'll hold up this disguise
Calling you in the night
This is the freedom I want
I pray you will come back

I've wasted all these years
Fearing, you will never leave me
So, I touch myself in the mirror
Holding myself together after all these years

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

A sealed letter lays upon your shelf
Unopened for days at end
You're the only one with the key
So I call your name again

And I wonder what it says
We haven't spoken for days
The blues haven't gone away
You're the only one who ******* cares

If I come either in a box or a bag
And I don't want to live with the pain
In some ****** up way
You've carried me through this day

Unsealed
It made me cry to see you
Wish it all away
As the sun goes down far away

Ah, I see them
I see them, all clearly
Waking me up
From my last breath

Ah, I see them
Waking me up
From the dead
And you've thrown the key away

Making life better
Running from problems
Would make living a spoiled adventure
Running for race wars
Would make equality, a double-edged sword
Maybe, we should move forward, instead of stopping to fight
Confined by our desires, and blinded by our faith
Sordid about our affairs, short on time and breath, heavy on luck

Mindfulness is a crucial thing
It allows us to be different
From romantic and unfeeling
If you feel my verses incorporate spirituality
Your idea of love is beautiful, then your mind shines brighter than the stars
And my fingers have burnt trying to count them out among women
Holiness is a beautiful thing
It is different
From being human or Godly
Such is the primal nature
When we may seek pleasures unknown
Or don't seek them at all
I do not judge such a maculate jaguar such if asked
Your skin has far more fairness than compare
If the darkest skies had your eyes in their corpus
The moon would look for the clouds like a weary wanderer
Such is your light, which unconditional makes others envious
I a being love your every part that hopes you shine on my stride
As I step out of the seas beyond comparison
Why do I compare when I'm glad to be alive
It's because you never ask me what could be wrong in being amorous

In the coldness of the winter
As I reach out for a moment more
Nothing left inside
No one’s there all the time

The willows are full of life
As I look
Outside
At the empty skies

Life’s no longer
Black and white
You’re with me
And I feel alive

Will I belong in the hollow?
When I’m gone, you’ll know
That I wasn’t meant to stay
And things would end this way

Safe and sound
Earth-bound
I'm falling
On the cold hard ground

Safe and sound
Earth-bound
I'm falling
On the cold hard ground

I’m possessed by the loss
And the sun hides from the sky
All these years
Living in pain that I can’t deny

To wake up the ghosts
From the shallow snow
When the light follows through my window
My heart withers alone

No more hiding tears
You’ve shown all of you
You got the best of me
And the fears too

Safe and sound
I'm falling
I'm falling
And you can't save me now

Thoughts of feather
Lay within
Fly untethered
Life's a win

Let the sun embrace the heart's darkness
As the cars move past the journey of your life
You hear every bump of the road and feel every turn
As the light shines through

When the Sun shows up
Its light drives straight to my heart
And twists and turns of life
Will never drive us apart

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

Of broken monuments
Under ruinous spells
Of time
Exposed to dust of the wind
And darkness of the night
Lies a Sphinx
With a broken nose
Bonded with a broken hourglass
Full of sand
At Giza

Blue moon
Red sky
Purple days

Roses are red
Violets are blue
Let me send you flowers and kisses too

Love is a drug
If you are wrong
I don’t want to be a transformer

If you’re the secret garden
Let me be your picket fence and garden tool
Look at me with your eyes crouching over the white picture

Memories fade away
When Imagination flies
Crowds raising questions
When you're living
And waiting for a sign
See streets live up to their standards
Like beggars look up to you
For change

With my alluring hours with time, cut into and wrapped with vinyl vicious trimmings mummified in your dreams in the cool of the evening
Blithe, and I can’t speak it’s spooky iron fields cremated likes similar to telex and shout-outs from isthmuses, semaphoring to-and-fro
Keeps me company, with punctual accusations

Writers are the purveyors
Of their souls
Understanding their colors
Working by the working week
Governed by the hour hands
Watching
For juicy content
Claiming the fruits of their deeds

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

Anger's driving me mad
And girl's driving me mad
I guess my girl is fire
Anger is my ire

,My wife
Has left me
With soup on the stove

I loved females
Before started wanting their wrists
On my bandmates
Guitar sliding with tune
Only to realized
That music was gone
And love was a fail
And Joy was a concept
That can seen
But not explained
Unlike, Science and other syncreticisms

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
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