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?

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

Haiku jam
Years alone
There is a stowaway
On a boat
It is banana
Banana boat

Away from the holidays
House of Lords in England
Not by the earful for a brass farthin'

If I wanted to jump
I'd fly
Away from this feeling.

Wants and need
Want is a feeling of greed
Then it's a need indeed

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

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?

I must confess, I've fallen in love before
When the leaves settled
Upon the feet of autumn trees
That let the drizzle pool in their palms

I've been in awe of beauty before
That was during a sudden summer
As the heat baked the sheets of linen and satin
That hung neatly on my balcony, letting out the petrichor

I have been kissed, not by her
But by the cold rain that touched my lips
As I looked up at the blue grey skies
Longing for comfort

Although when she'll love me
I'll never know
I know this misery
Will come and go

And so I welcomed the winter
Held its cold, dead hands
Caressed it with tender touch
Accepting that good times aren't meant to last

So, I've fallen again
But this time I think it is for real
And she makes me happy in so many ways
That makes it worth the pain and grief

The play of the seasons
That come and go
Like life's small victories and love's blindness
Remind me, this too shall pass

Cry your tears
With the silent sayings
Of fortified silence, and challenge them with poetry
Make your sadness your own

Grow the fruits of your labor
Make the most of simple fruits
Seeded and blue, are the moon and sky
Like tears in the sun

Freewill and inane, it got me tin-men
In the mirrored men, the selfish shells, that claim destiny
With the clams holding pearls of presently precious
Haranguing, the steps of the bedroom
The holding to the embarrassing forum, the childhood climb
The ladder's a light away, and tunnel unfurling
Mirroring the world, cars that flash-by give me the senescence Simplicity is innocence, without the age
Homeless and heralding the jazz of the lost-ages, the last of us
Stilletos, tax-cabs culminating into one free-speech station, and dream theater
The electric relaxation and steely epicures are ringing like wood-wind instruments
Here is how, and I'm living too deep like the slippery silver morning
Fear is how we sleep, with the midnight spoon
Afraid of the dark, learning light can come in the next induced thought, in your nightmares
That's why I don't like questions that don't have answers, but, it's an honor to be questioned properly
Answers can be questioned, as long as they free your imagination
If you hold your success, you can hold imagination until the very last breath
Thinking about the inherent goodness and utility of that non-living thing
That opens to doors, that cannot be short of the theory
That's why I'm scared of my own beliefs because they test my desires
Fear is good when used for getting another word, silence.
That's the world without words, like Jupiter, and Mars
Far and apart from the Solar energy, but, part of the revolution
Towards the heaps of Asteroids, and heat of gaseous modes
In our humble abode, fluid like the water expanding like the gases
Our Universe, truly an immaculate conception, if we thought about myopic inception
Without sight, we created the World
The world without words works like the eye in the sky
Shine on you crazy sky, with the lucid perception of changing the sheen

The set in the stuff of the moribund
The sand of the rise of the tides
These memories come out in strange shapes
Offering mirages in the vivid sun
Looks like your idea of the image is all that stays
It's derived from the dealing of thirst for different shapes
And question mark only comes when you reach a full stop to your journey
Did you die tentatively, or were you always desolate and alone?
Draped in your own shadows, billowing?
That's the curtain call.

Sweet kisses on a summer eve
It's too romantic
I can hardly breathe
Kiss me on the cheek
And I'll return it with just a peck
This Universe is meant for us
And we're just a fleck

Like we use trees
For paper
A king is for his people
Patient in affliction
Faithful with gratitude
Seraphim in his affection

In between a strait
I noticed a strange man's gait
With a pointed hat and robe 'round his waist
As he walked, he feared being alone
Till some days ago, he was followed
I never looked at that man, so forlorn

The rivers whispered
House gates fluttered
I hoped a stone had turned
There would be one or two unstirred
When my heart as heavy as wet sand
Would sink when I saw his glasses or cane
Till his last footprint on the silt told me
I'd never see him again

Swallowing the whole sun
The eyes envelope one's darkest night
The light could not be created on sallow skin
Escaping from the deity
Only an unkind look without velleity
A feature of true athletic build
A statue of such gilded nature
Where tenderness wears a crown
The sun may have no roots
Many truths can be told in those unfazed eyes
For the light shines and ripens fruits
For those with a future brighter than
The son of Zeus and Leto
Made from these pastoral tools
All of my love fails in your creation
If your ego isn't frail
All of my love passes through
And my spirit proceeds beyond thee
Here endeth the tale
As I am what I am
You are what you are
If I walk or run through life

If you loved me
You wouldn't stay silent
If you loved me
You would accept me as I am
If you loved me
You would have told me
Even if I didn't love myself
Because I needed to hear it
From someone lost like I am

The skies are blue
The grass is green
I am sure you think like this about the air
Too, in your dreams

Or when you hear the birds
Chirp on a lonely branch
Only one thought remains
To be with them in the essence

Of every second
There is a cadence of the heart
In every that bird sings
That is what is pure art

When the fire dances
As the water sings
You cannot follow your chances
Just fiddle with your hair as if it is a dream

Places that seem
Nostalgic in your head
Still exist

The tempest of the wine
That keeps me drunk
Thou art keep me drowning with
My breathing
With bliss

Will you land on my
Side of the universe
Or still, count the stars afar from a different galaxy
Looking a little out of touch with the skin
Opening up an eye, and keeping two closed
We could give you a magazine, but, it'd be nebulous
Will you land on my
Side of the universe
Or still, count the stars afar from a different galaxy
Looking a little like our Solar System, efficient and precise
Even if it is Newtonian, Kepler and we pinned out relativity
Mass and energy found equivalence, and we peered out
Of closed windows, and landed on the correct side of the universe
I still hear my mom call out to me from the house, that was a stone throw away

Hey, Bobbie
Why did you stop playing
Your harmonica

Cause you got the blues
And the music is the soul
Of a whole town
Looking for the truth

Hey, Dave
Why did stop getting Pink
Did you stop to think

Cause you got the blues
And the whole town
Went looking for the truth
And ended up with a broken guitar too

I will turn your
Destiny into plaster
When you find
Your servant is your master
You will be sculpted
By my hands and fingers
Painted lips of murmurs
The silence is almost colorful
Surely you will be a statue
A cruel work in a kind world
Made of alabaster
Wrapped around my finger

I once hoped for an idea
But it would have nourished
My hunger

I met a love
Who counted the stars in constellations
I simply counted the nights, losing track of time
The nights had become better

I had a smile
On my face of ice and fire that coalesced
Into an echo of the past
Much like a comet that had died long ago
Like my love

You left without telling me
About the flamingos, you were with
So, now I have to put my foot down

I have felt this way
I have felt this way
I have felt this way
That you could hurt my way of life

I got the blues
They have come over me, like Tuesday
If they live in the city where sea implores
Here is a drink with ice too freeze by rhime
A tune can bring love in your heart, baby on time
Freeze it too, here Freddie tends to the bar
Bar's closed on Sunday
If Tuesday is the day, blood is red
Both are true, one is truer
I can get a drink to escape my feelings in my heart
And bring feeling in my chest, as they shoot down Adam
It is a heaven, a sinner can bear

Seems flavorful to keep you in the tub
Of warm water
And drink alcohol in the heat
Of the timbre
THe moment could be to soon
The realms of the moments could be too soon
The seams of the December
TO AVANT Garde?
THe Scurrilous ******* tried and tested at the trial
Tryst with Destiny

I am afraid of words, because when
They are written in perfect harmony
They can create anarchy and chaos
Like when they say blue is the warmest color
Reality comes in different shapes and six sides
Starry lights on meritorious skies, iridescent smiles
Winking faces in the twilight zone in hand-counted time

Repulsive words
Have been spoken
By men with broken
Hearts

Beautiful words
Have been spoken
By men with broken
Morals

I believe in
A tea
Party
For those
Who can't afford
The concept of having
Tea

Politics for the
Enriched soul
Enter the dragon
Through this water bowl
Stating your shapeless purpose
Without a hindrance to the surface

But change comes with disturbance
My friend
Be water
Be like water in a cup, for instance

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

Monsters are scary
There are sea monsters
That feed on fish
In flowing waters
There are monsters that walk this earth
To eat your soul before
Your inevitable death

And there monsters, smaller than the rest
Hiding under the bed

The last are the worst
Because they sleep where we do
They live among us
Pretending they are human too
When they feel clever
They sleep under beds
Unknowing of the monster in them
To scare you
They never show their faces at night
But in the light
And the monster seem human again

He asked if I wanted
A flower
I said, grow a pair of forget-me-nots

A woman so tired, so fearful of
Leaking water flats, and tireless nights
Still, my pieces of music do not interest her
She can think for herself like chemistry in a beaker
Kings in open battlefields handling a hundred men
Queens at palaces handling a hundred mistresses
My pecker hangs in the wind like a red hot chili peppermint
Tirades and waves of relief wash over me and in my mind

COVID 19
2 months it has been
All of my favourite places are closed
I cannot meet my favourite people
I cannot go to my favourite countries and destinations, even though, I don't travel I still will complain

COVID 19
I cannot meet my psychiatrist and my favourite oncologist
Although, my psychiatrist is my oncologist, because I keep saying that 'This post causes cancer.'
I miss my friends and yet feel more connected through Tinder
The malls are open, but, I complain that the shops are closed to the common man without the smartphone and a wallet to buy luxury and mammon

COVID 19
How you have opened my eyes
I have learned to support the government and talk behind their back when some of my friends bang their plates and others stay silent in vehement protest

COVID 19
You must know the meaning of farce because you have the PM chasing after super spreaders and Anti-CAA protesters just the same

COVID 19
Without you, my favourite things will never be the same again.

Anything want
Does
That’s the way you need to do, leave the platitudes

When I first peered at you by rare chance
Caressing me with your unfaltering, fiery glance
My soul fell breathless, taking flight
Silent for a long while

I could hear my shallow heart beat in my chest
As your eyes found their way down my waist
Looking at me with a love I had longed for
Ushering life into me, bringing back the fervor

And so, I searched your eyes too
Tracing your sculpted figure, now in full bloom
Drenched in ****** rawness, you had me
Lost in a boundless sea of beauty

You ran through my very being
And my heart has abandoned me
It is comforted by sunsets and nature
But soothed by your laughter

Don't break barriers
Rebuild them
That's we'll get space as the final frontier
The Major says "Let's try next time. Every time."

She's like the rain drops that fall in our hands
A grey eyed wolf in the cotton white skies
She looks down, out of reach

She owns the streets drenched in puddles
Reflecting the relics
Washes the sidewalks every afternoon

The flowers in her hair bloom in many hues
Like jewel mines
Which need to be searched thoroughly

She lives on a rainbow
Letting me gaze on her
Soon, the earth will be variegated, with nobody left to stare

Looking into the skies of black
We take what is clear
Seeing what we lack

A brown fog that clouds our sight
Asking for me, and a bit of you
I cannot remember what day it rained

But, when the rain comes, I find myself smiling
Cherishing her
The memories, often, coming back

Many of us really do not
Like writing for fun
So we try our best to have some innocent fun
Expressing our adulthood
In the cries of the night

Some say it's the moon
Some say it's the moon
Some say it's an eclipse
At noon, we all sleep under the brainchild of God
Truant of the pernicious nature of the Sun
And innocuous nature of the moon

Many of us really do not
Like traveling for fun
So we try our best to have some innocent fun
Expressing our riches
In the cries of the night in the arms of a local stranger

Some say it's harmful wine
Some say it's trusted wine
Some say he's well endowed with the same perception
Call it similitude, we border on the art of crying souls
Flourishing their wands at the slightest presence

Many of us really do not all this magic
Try sleeping with your eyes open, and you'll find the beauty
Of closing your eyes to the blue moon that will soon turn
I do not hope to turn

There was this lawyer
Who kept his cases
In his case file
In which the victim
Died, he would burn them
When the judge asked for prima facie evidence
He would ask for an extension
Since, the family was too distraught
To trust anyone
So the courts threw the case out in an evidentiary hearing
Due to the pending paperwork
Many people died as far I recall
But not many saw justice, sadly
Only when they found the lawyer burning the papers
Did they realize they had a serial offender
But, courts don't press charges for dubious cases
When the judges heard of the lawyer
They observed strictness in the courtroom
The lawyer had basically burned the evidence
Which was the dead corpus, the case had died with the body

Carolyn the running cockamie scheme artist
Solipsisms of many states of mind, amond the Carolina chicks creasing
Her hair with the railing house on two wheels, ******* out at the dream
Take my heart touch my word in the valleys
Come to me int the video of California and fornication of *****
Graphs of the blue freedom in freeform China girls and diamond underwear for Liberace
Love this race and rain down on my period of prison deeper
Deeper than the veins that had a voice and now drowned in the dregs of pulmonary drugs
Criminate and Fred astute as always, stepping into the dancing stage of starlight many states responded to the report
Meteors sighted in the iceberg, shooting stars cut out of the gradients of crashing sights anyone would see it
Deepening with many, strangle love strangling few surrealists staunch and gaunt
Like Picasso’s restrictive operatic art, singing the boxer
Rolling the ounces, counting the punches, taking it in his stares
Exercised in the truncheon things called trunks on this rhapsodic love
Cusp of time exonerated my thorny humor, I didn’t deserve a heartbeat that skipped like a stuck tapedeck
We got Japan on ice on record, drugged the secret service
Remanded the weapons of reclusive people perishing silently

The cries are on the lips of the rumble falling from the sky, thunderstorms delight

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

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

I saw her
Walking next to me
It was just my shadow

Few get through life
Without spiralling
Out of control
And losing their grip
On
R ea li ty

Love is meant for me and you
Time won't wait for you
Tha's what I keep in my heart