Why do I write
I have read so much
If I had so much to say
I would have thought Much more before I spoke
Maybe the pen is my slave
Wishing for handy companionship
Why do poets prophesize
Is it because they care
Enough to act
Do I write here on this site
Because I am looking for love
Or trying to spread wisdom
Or am I looking for right words when in doubt?

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

The rivers talks of love
Floods when it hears my pain
Washing away the apparition of boughs that are broken

The notes you write, go to fire because I can't bear to have this distance.

You ever feel bad about
writing me
A little late

Remember that
i am
Still thinking of your old messages

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

My girl wanted
***** games
She got politics

My girl wanted songs
And politics
She got a guitarist from a band, instead

The ruminations of a horse
Cry like a stallion
Ride like the wind, and run out into the wild

The passions and pursuits all bunched in one
Makes one happy
And fun

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

Keeps my emotions on her
In her hair
Of her body,
Closer to her *****
Reminds me of the monsoon

Enough of feelings
I got feelings
And had enough
Relationship break this way
When two words
When two worlds
Break apart
Three words
"I love you"

A world without words
A dream without focus
I might change my mind
If I wanted the problems of maintaining my sane sister
Called a metaphorical music
That keeps my muse on my mind
And my mind on my muse

The lost dream
Is lost trouble
That drives us crazy

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.

A voice
An echo
Of a distant past

We wait for no one
When we seek
Freedom, are we looking for an easy way out
Or the waves of possibilities wash over us in the time of our struggle
Freedom is unattainable. Because we are fighting with or without it.

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

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

I try to make a footprint, too big
But, it stops short of being too small
Like my small pleasant feelings, crushed by big people

The moon often visited
Our house
Looking at it from a distant window
Some nights would pass
As we would stare at the lit-up stores
Under streets of rain and fire
On the fire they would cook
Under the rain, they would drink cups of tea
As the rain would turn into heavier downpour
The cars would never come to a halt
On the fire the blood and sweat would become apparent
To bystanders
Not us who were busy wondering where the moon would be
The tea held by cupped hands would merge with the petrichor
As the days passed into absence of rain
I would wait and wait for the people to drink their chai
Under the comfort of my roof, I would wait
Wondering the homeless men who would return to nowhere
The petrichor absent for a long time
That was the season of love
I haven't felt that in a long time
Now the smell, too, has disappeared
The moon still visits
But, the wait no longer helps

My words
Your lips
Linger on mutually
So good our free boys are
I still wonder where the youngest kid is
Looking at you, pricelessly
God bless the child
God bless the children

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

I have lost my writings
The boat has left without me
A cloistered room aboard holds me
A prison cell is cold and lonely
Fishes swim easily
I say this is heavenly

Swans vanish into the fog
Coming out as cygnets
Like ships set out in triplets and fleets
Soon, my message will reach
Heaven!

These are two years
Behind a four by four cell
I wish we were diamonds
Hard to find
A living hell.

They searched for me
In waters of doom and turgid waves
Swallowing all the whales
I gasped for breath and prayed with each
There's no heaven.

The seas released me
Down by the starboard
A comrade of mine eats his warm bread
Fixated on stars
Heavens must need me

He may have remembered
The constellations each night
With only his eyes and no map
We are diamonds, easy to cherish
Hell, isn't it?

Water lay bare and my escape stared
My eyes felt the daring glance
Of the guards who fulminated
As I went alone with the diamonds, hard to carry
I say this is heavenly, sarcastically

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

This is the story of a message in a bottle
It was quite the large bottle
That told stories of seafarer journeys
That ended with tempests and surprise
The container couldn't float and what was inside of it
Contained and imprisoned by a prisoner's dream
A ship map in the form of footsteps
Bottles traveling many miles
Only bring for further development
I wasn't sure when being stranded on that island
Was the rescue being charted out by anyone who saw a bottle
Capsizing in the middle of the ocean blue

Take your things
Did you think you escaped from routine
The birds will still sing
And the bees will sting
You'll see when we come out
We are coming out now

Did you think changing the seasons or the scenes
You could escape the rivers of breams
Nature is playing while we are dreaming
So, we are coming out now
For a brighter green and a bluer scenery
To make better history

An invocation
Is harrowing inside
In polyamory posing as the other

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

Will you climb inside my skin
If asks you to not move
Will you climb in my skin, with its diseased face
If it asks you to not to move
There's blood on the floor, and you can't see it
If it asks you not to move
Somebody, please tell me, how you're supposed to seal
Sealing in all the juries and adjudicators who were baffled by
Your unraveling love, like torn letters

You know I want the best for you
The mulled green on a verdigris sky
Full of stars and light
Because my love is true blue

An emotional wreckage
She brushes her beautiful hair over her ear
Frantic talking ensues in movement of careless hands and lips
All the world is a stage
And world merely a din and a prayer to your quips
Walking in the night of starry ammunition
She is the green light of Auroras
She is my life without contrition
Engrained with intellect she does not please
At least she is not distant darkness
That ensnares purple hearts in entirety
And dwells on love's flaws
She appreciates the imperfections
Therefore she is royal beauty by law
Like the numinous clouds
So far from sad skies with herons
If I fainted from the height of love
She'd enshroud me in her passion with poetic precision
It is in good fashion not precociousness
Volute waters swirl like bokeh
Offering a sacred picture of voluptuousness
Where she semaphores to her inveigled face
An emotional river of gold
She is one who needs to be dredged for industrial progress
Without question or answer such is her worth
It is a shared with the paupers scuttling nearby
Abstracted eyes study mademoiselles
With glühwein and drunk glaucous cocktails
In panem et circenses
Where we share bread we need romance
Such is her glad fairness of my mistress

War torn
Subjectively
Pages torn
Scribbled
To make an esoteric poem
i'm yours
Poetry

If you are universal space
Had the stones and still rocks
Float aimlessly
Like you
I'd be on the dark side of the Moon
Watching the catcher in the rye comets
Keep their light
They'd throw themselves
Upon me, floating
Ice melts away into
Into a Catch-22 light

If you kept
Jupiter in the rings
Of space
It'll wring an asteroid belt

Throwing me and the asteroids
Of my life and my circles
That make up my friends
Rocky in the black holes
At the end of it timeless
Planets
Full of dirt
Like Earth and it's future in
a vacuous vacuum
Keeping my shores
And the dust off
My desultory
Folks
Bye poetry
Without rhyme
But with reason

I’ve spent my life
On searching for the end of the ocean
Only to find beacons lighting the way
Asking me to travel further
I do not know when to stop, but, I know
In that I lost hope and inkling of doubts surface
On the waters and crash with the sailing moon
As the horizon comes with the life on planet Earth
Survival of the fittest, doesn’t matter
We all come alive in the face of happiness
People do better when they are happy
And they are fitter and more productive
Falling in love
And finding calmness at the depth of the ocean
With resonant gems in the way, the jewel is lost in time
I wish I sold myself to slavery instead

In a distant girl with a distant look
There were words that she took
For granted, and untold were some things
Stories are made of these
Suspense is made of this
Tell us a story, little girl
We want a lovely evening ruined by your charm
We don't want you hurt your heart
Laughing at our usurious ways
Adopt or reject us
You cannot live without us
And if you love it
You cannot with it
Such are the rebellious wings of birds
In flight

I don't suppose you could ask me out
It's like my future is far
By the time my past mocks me
I am scared of the present
Dancing with leaves of grey ashen color
My friend in friendship's jobless journey.
Alas! It's too soon
Saintly motorcyclists do in highway hostility
We chased the dainty sun under a broken boulevard
On a sea of endless possibilities
Buddhahood and attained enlightenment Now without words burning bright
Ordinary people think it's a spoof
My lover loves like the angels
You can see her in a stream of blue
More saintly charm
Than the tanned pink skies of autumn
I yearn to make someone slyly grin
Just overlooking the Starnbergesee
As they shrug off their mortal coil

Going against the flow of information
I found
More knowledge about my formation

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

Leave you on your stratum of streets, and sky of desires
Fiery and the made-up mind is lightening up with my thoughts
Taking my dreams, for granted, reality tells me it's a granted feed
Like sheeps grazing grass, and the cows upon the lonely dead hay
With this idea, I might believe that we die by our own vapid usage
Allowing our augmented reality to a reflection of our hard work, and that is a dedication
And passionate rage tells when we may lose our grip on our self
Eloping, we live in trash culture and die with the end of pollution and love alone
Lending and receiving, in the, walked streets and the modern places you gotta be with your currency
Just another elation dancing on the firefly storm, falling out of love with the bed
Leave it or we're coming for the alarms and the men, flower trees on this journey
I abhor the responsibility and abort the probabilities of getting ***** calls, verisimilitude
Pumping ourselves, with toxins and bold tall glasses
I'll talk you across the boat, and follow ya'.
Reprimanding, and vile women, that seem laudable in this nation
Seeing more than what you believe, holding us on the fingers
Seeking heat from a flame, and exploring your true colors
We all came the Phoenix's embers or reincarnation, and damnation

How much time have we left
To go south with abandon
There is no sun on the horizon
Only oceans that flow

What does a shoemaker make
Is it enough to walk with the rich
Or is he poor enough to work
For an eternity devoted to servitude

When does the rain become a storm
Is it when the purple sky hurts
As well as the
Soul

The leaves fall
There is a light touch
Of uncanopied sun

The things seem good
Maybe the things of yesterday
This haiku was a bad decision

Let's bring real poets back
Wait I'm no scientist
But in poetry
That means something
With the right lyrics
You can find the hidden meaning
It's rearranged as
"Bring back poets"
In history
"Sarcasm is the lowest form of wit"
But you just realized the beauty
Of her
In all those poems
You attracted her attention
Which memory?
No, memories
Because she loves you that's
Why
I hope to find someone
The "same" as that someone
Might be you

The reason I listen
Is because of the same song
Reminding me of fragments of you

The undulation of the circus
Respiratory laughter and the accord is sewn
In his hair and half time is gone for the darker time
In this waning swan song
Now a life beyond his obsoleteness and her own, are we really perceiving their problems as a whole
As our own judgments cloud our derisive destination, leaving us on the road
We keep hating ourselves for the wrong reasons, are never truly free
The wars are never stalled and rebarbative delayed right after
The inclination we have towards our civilized sleep becomes rather rapid fleeting like an ephemeral glance
Retire and find what you admire, in this vastness of metaphorical life, and swim?
Where everyone loses meaning after, they are put out to work?
Are we relying on ourselves or letting ourselves go?
It's the thought that counts and the kind gestures will never stop
Just go and get anything you can set your mind to
Don't stop, till the fight is done
Don't fight, if you cannot stop all those thoughts
Simply wishful that they were words rather than feelings?
You probably feel like the rest of us, in this vast world of life and wilderness
Wildlife is something that resides in us, binding us in the starry stuff
Redacting everything believes in is the first step to a mind held without indescribable fear
Rain song wash away my tears
Like you wash away the levees that are holding back your freedom

Eugenides
Tell us some history
Or eat your food carefully

The water is finishing
Fear and the time's wasting
And I'm awake on a lake road crossing