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

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

,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

Wanna see her
I hear a voice that better say
And it said
I'm not leaving again

Once I saw her
The piece of my heart left said
My peace is with her
I'm not leaving again

I've no reason
I wanna wish it all away
And she called on my line and I said
I know what I said, I'd do it all again

And on the wayside
I waited
I called out, I know
I told her I'll leave

In a box or a bag
Can you see then?
I'm not made for this
Ain't no way, I'll sleep again

And I know
And I know
I wanna stay
So bad it makes me cry

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

Crazy little tyke
Playing with a frictioned tyre
Innocently
Much to his parent's ire
Having an education
That jaded hearts admire

The downpour rocks the forest gently
Trees cast under the spell of the howling wind
Almost asleep as the golden leaves shudder in silence
As a wolf calls out in the distance

The freshwater lilies fall into a reverie
As the raindrops splash and spray on the streams
Playing their enchanting melody
Slowly rocking the rested bream

On days when I'm tired and frayed
I think upon the song of the rain
Helpless the storm inside
I find solace as time passes by

Flying paper planes
Erasure mornings on trains
This planet is on the wheels of the Solar System

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

When you get out
Of a depressive spell
It feels like you've come out
Of the longest hangover
Ever

My lover wants me
But, my mind
Sews up the top half of my soul
While my legs wring in agony not finding ground
In desperation, my fingers gesticulate a fustian
Protecting me from a broken heart

Sleep keeps
Me awake
When you're asleep
I'm the moon to your sun
Your lover in the long long run

I love cups of tea like twigs signing to the air. Swinging to and fro with nothing to care. I like women and wooing them with cups of tea and woollen mittens to amuse them. They ask me to hold their fingertips as they shoot moonbeams from there lips. I like cups of tea that need to be caressed by rudimentary teeth on ruby lips. I like sipping cups of tea peacefully as I shape my hands around that ceramic and dream of rivers of jade. I like dreaming of celadon too as it reminds me of the emerald ring that I bought for you. Where I proposed to you in the coffee shop. Down the hall where the best mind knew the best friend I knew I had found my worst critic. I wish love could last as much as my liking for cups of tea. I like cups of tea because I love peace as angels sing and chant cantos in some silver Oak. Where we look for spring in the perennial winter. Your arms around are like winter twigs holding leaves that may fall soon. My memories are weak and a week old. My memories are frail and untold. I love cups of tea as you can tell from my hate for coffee.

You said you were
Struggling with the bugs
In your head, and bedbugs in your childish
Dreams turn out the colorful ladybugs, taking leaps
Of faith as a person who loves the sibilant sounds
When I laugh as my head comes out of the firefly nation
Freed and staring into the distance, anticipating fireflies
Lead your path
To thine light
There is thy will in every bright thought
We are not scared among the ranged
Derailed from the rains, and waterfalls and lose our happiness
And search for the sadness in our childish souls
Hanging out in rainbows, when will you wake up heal
Already finding the end of life's meaning in the puddles of love
Find yourself in mother nature, and you can apply yourself, my friend
Be my water, my shapeshifting friend it's not your fall
And leave someone's shadow as we grow fond of the light, we start wondering if the starry skies are loving us
Or are we just struggling with insects, and becoming a free goldfish
Weird fishes touch in the nice places, and fishes in the sea
Falling underwater in extraneous speaking of lush green, swimming with the fishes in your beautiful mind
Take me somewhere, which reminiscent of starlight, can follow the moss green and shine like an emerald
Cerulean swirling us in cones, waves of relief wash over your heaving warm soul

It was Sunday that she shuttled
The bell rung out
As tocsins in her cerebrum
She couldn't keep him out of her system

Hearing time hurrying nearer
Scurrying, hurrying nearer
Around the surface, him
Through alley (Where is he?)

Narrower
With every footstep
Until it opened up
To view of the ocean

That was real
He lay in the boat
Taking the storms on even keel
Reeling in the sails with the love of preservation

Pulling himself
Aboard
Without shirt or sign of sweat
All she could think of was... every moment coalesce

How could his smile
Evoke so much emotion
In this insipid world
The ocean tides over the docks by the bay

There's a lassitude, a bit of it in the fresh air
I wish I could say they kissed
But, the sun had set and they were sharing it
Every moment had come to this.

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 ever feel bad about
writing me
A little late

Remember that
i am
Still thinking of your old messages

The pact kept me
In the de facto love
In the de jure soul
In an inured state of penury

Dunes
Order
Beautiful pulchritudinous
Eccentric
Runes

Feelings are sweet
Like tea and coffee
Often, the conversation is candid
But, thought of you thinking about me
Is really sweet
Is this fact, or acrimony
I love you as you do
As you like it
Is the thought of you interrupting my voracious reading
I find fiction fascinating when the thesis is real
Of lustrous lubrication of the primal instinct
That's why I think conversation flows
If you talk to people
And I'm among those people
In me, there's a crowd lurking beyond a social discomfort

A balloon the higher it flies
The hotter it gets
The closer it gets to the sun light
It becomes tougher to touch sky full of clouds

I remember the day when I made circles in the air
I met a mystic of great ability, unprepared
He held faith by his side like a gold sack and stared
I never saw him disbelieving himself
Such was the conviction of this grand ghost who I delved in
Quite old, and well into his sixties and svelte
He was intrigued by my quixotic attitude and black hat
Such were the quirks that almost intertwined with his gloved fingers
As if lust would never enter my life and never genuflected to authority
Or demeaned those who authorised his beastly aura
It was pure and raw fascination for his wild and untamed penumbra
His spells hung like a shadow over his temple of flowing silver hair, tempered by discipline and old age
The clairvoyant had taught magic and plenary concepts to whoever wished an entry to the Dark Arts
To everyone who lusted for power
He simply aroused a perfect quantity of interest in me by the hour

They say pigeons
Are expensive to hold
As they screech no more, with the same mellifluous song
Delivering the courier to the house, next door

My lover lives there
Beyond the shore
I adore her in her boredom and ecstasy
She loves me as long as the impatience excites her pleasure, now a desert of vast eternity

We fold envelopes for words to express
Closuring palace and palace within immortal words
From Athens to Rome in homage to her beauty
Colloseum to Parthenon in my violent *******

All of these places exist
In my mind, wrecked like a ruin
I drink a little to wet my lips and dry my tears
The rain never pours on a dead pigeon again

The memories fade away

Pull the crows down from
The parliamentarian sky
Or are you asking to die, and they say this is ******

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

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

"It's not that I'm missing her
Her words and soft voice comforted me
Blanketing the emanating hurt"
I tell myself

"We ended as friends but I couldn't ignore
What my heart felt
Nor what said the stirred soul"
I tell myself

Although we ended as friends
My body and soul aches still
When the heart longs to be fooled
I'm at a loss for words

All the illness
Aside, and the made
Listen to them
All the peace
Aside, and the land
Of landwinners
All illness
Casts them aside
In the free fire

Wide-eyed
Trying for society
All those ****** lies
Trite and lack of
Someone contrite
Au contraire
There's that stare
From the persons from upstairs
Although there
Is a women
A tight-rope-walker of love and ***
Though she doesn't understand money and affection
Affliction is disease
If your thinking is deceased
Faltering at the seam
Although
You're understanding it seems

He was blessed to be a survivor
He found his home
In the recesses of his mind
He had no home
He had no mother
He was self-taught

If only someone told him
What you think you become
He wouldn't be homeless

Light's left the darkness
Leaving only brightness
Like a candle in the wind

There's no need
For fighting
When you're broke
Breaking down
Seems better when the
Punches
Help you roll
With the
Many mundane
Crutches
That life
Puts you through
With a satchel
On your back
That's now an
Evolved briefcase
Of faithless leather

In the core of the earth
Where the lumbered folk lie
The sleepless sorrows and the humble pies
Never say goodbye
They leave the lambs with a blood red stain
The dawn of the new man could sputter a semblance of poems
They work hard and keep their pay
They work hard and mark their territory
Yellow rivers follow the shores
Often where do the sheerly brilliant trouts go
Amidst the eglantine against the flow
Into the wolves lair and their red ice
Where they have just had their fill
Along the polar lake under the Godly dome

The baker gives bread to
Boys
Boys will be boys

If I could send an empty
Page, I would have to recall
Your life
It could appear on numerous leaflets
Like sun shade comely as none at all
Money banks and padlocks on her Hessian father's door
I escaped from his house to reach your doorstep
Only to leave with mobs
That's why my life is life to no one liberty at all
Living nor dead, I saw into the heart of the light
I had heart none, no words spoke
Before my mouth opened
With kisses you came into my life, and the crowd
Rabble roused
I don't want to be aroused without freedom to live for

I would trade the world to see you smile at me. And make me laugh, and we could share the world.

Like a father needs a son
A son needs a mother
If we part can you tell me
How are you my son?
Standing on the Marti Gras parade
Do you love us and live in the trees without us
Come down and be with our folks
The trees will live
The sun will come
Soon, the prodigal son will return
The evening will pass and your mother awaits your return
The sky will fold into a cloud
All things shall come to pass
All you need are the wings to fly
Let the skies unfurl your glorious heart
My phoenix haired boy in red toga
Standing on the sea shells and floating in the evil breeze
Singing the blues with the flapping waters

You're really well-known here
I always wanted to talk about you
But, the music speaks of silence, and asked me
To speak in silence, when the music
Hits ya', it repeats the journey, with the tune on my mind
Peddling power, and meddlesome, live with your brother
Sister, put your tracks and shoes together and run for school
If you can't get educated with the dominant social traits you need to climb the success ladder?
Can we play you across the door?
At exact similitude, we find the similarities of where we got and how we got there?
Fluid with our creativity and stopping for hiatuses, and breathing through our existence, tense about ideologies
Proposing better solutions, you may not be the smartest guy in the room
Definitely, not the dumbest if you're creative, since, you have a better set of skills to create things that stay, laterally
More, we play you, the higher we climb? Good devil.

She is an amphetamine
Very mean when thirsty
She is the drive that I can go to
Living in the poorer quarters of New York
She is barely alive in the bed she is sleeping
How will she survive with all flowers in hair
That wilt when she is kind and thirsty

We went under the moonlight
Life as you remember when there was no gloom
Was where I found it under the bridge
Love was a moonlit evening where we garnered attention
They don't have them on any of those Scandinavian countries
Looks like we were lucky to have other swinging lovers

Banished from watching Arabian Nights
On a lonesome desert stretch where the meandering highway met
The horizon and that crescent moon looked splendid
Tersely, lay spread like a hammock

The alligator
And I don't cross
The river together
But we lie in the same
Rolling stone
Gathering no moss

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

I want you in my arms
Nestled in, hugging my chest tight
I've made my share of bad decisions
But being with you isn't one of them

Your sweet fragrance fills me
Like a breeze on the street
Some feeling it is
Like the soul needs poetry

You can be famous now
If you're a rhetorical pronoun
I explored
Tried to get out
My parents would have got me down
Don't get down
You're beautiful
And safe and sound
And you aren't queer
You're ahead of the curve
Keep steering
Look ahead
Wear your personality
On your sleeves
People will fear you
But, it's dread instead
Keep changing your hair
Fiddle your hair
Walk the streets with pride
Gay pride
Stay in the closet
If you wanna change
If you wanna be better
Than Worse
Or just offset
In a changing haze of time
With a dash of thyme
Be a brilliant specimen
Men will be men
Women will be empowered
The dimes fall from the pockets
The beggars will still take their time

You are wildest forest
A leopard roams free in
A stream never dries
A fire is alive in your belly
Wild and free

You are the greenest leaf
On a breathless bush in the wind
I kiss you in this rustling wind
Since, because it is gentler
Than my empty words

Peaches
Dripping
From trees
Like water
In
A cup
Life taking
Any form and shape
Waiting to acquiesce
To the right moment
When the right moment
Comes
You reach perfect place
In fulfilling form
Like water in a cup
Like a soul meant for love
Peaches fall
They however get too ripe
Do not get caught up in the moment
Use a productive route
For enrollment
In the school of life

You thought about me
I pitied my worn state
I thought about you
Now I ******* up
Maybe.

The time might seem
To fly
When the memory dissipates into thin air into a fugue
When time went
To fly
We left like birds from a red sky in the vagrant sky

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