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

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

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

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.

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

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"

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

Hazier in daylight
Getting sunshine
By the second
Daydreaming

Repulsive words
Have been spoken
By men with broken
Hearts

Beautiful words
Have been spoken
By men with broken
Morals

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

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

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

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

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

Have you very little penny
Coming off the mud
Don't know how it got its head between its tails, it's stuck
Though, like a little beggar
I am slightly afraid, I'll change
These clothes won't fit me no more
The blackness of virtue
The chain of toil and games
Came down on his two shoes
And kept his good faith
His barrister told him
That the judge was quite rude
The talk of lonely poets, I'm afraid that isn't abuse
My faith and my salvation is on my muddied shoes
At least, I will have knowledge of idol worship
But, I will clean some stranger's boots
Cleaner than my blood

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

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

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

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

The lost dream
Is lost trouble
That drives us crazy

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

Often, a room is so dark
That you can almost sense the light outside
Even, if there is nothing illuminating the insides
Of the mysterious belly of a cornered room

When it is light
I remember my childhood
My love with a spontaneity found in Kerouac books
If I try to relive it is already dead like a bulb that has popped

Alive all of a sudden

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

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

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

Places that seem
Nostalgic in your head
Still exist

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

An invocation
Is harrowing inside
In polyamory posing as the other

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

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

Catch a wind
Before it catches the light
I leave us in the wind
The terse one for you

Catch that falling star
It's chasing the car and leaving us in trains
It shines on us all, in the meandering scars
Scorching train, follow my masters in war shell-shocked
On the beaches of hope, song for song
Lying for lying
Trying to try, living and unliving
Falling in lost stars, exchange us for Andromeda
Stop that train, I'm leaving or already gone
On the terse train, the one for you
Pensive in your punishing absence

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

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 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

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

A voice
An echo
Of a distant past

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

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

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

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

You should stop working
For money and start laughing
And start living for just living to jest
Never stop short of making a living and working as a log
Dog days are jokes for the affinity to a lazy afternoon
And you can make a killing
A penny for your thoughts
A brass farthin' for your catatonic piano, mail on Sundays and the same ol' thing
You want to become better at life and greater at living, do not stop short of looking up
If your job allows you to look up, then do so by all means
If by any means necessary, you cannot look at the stars and are blind to the meteors
Your life will never find a purpose or meaning, that's common sense
If you are willing to do that, you have learned the art of living and aren't concerned with the ones already dying
If you are living on a prayer, you can stop dying for peace
Enjoy life! C'est la vie!

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

The river runs deep and the flow runs like shallow streams
Joyous and searching for something like art searches for people
We come across such rivers and prefer crossing such streams
We cross into another forest that opens into open-ended inlets
Hidden fountain and the feelings are jocular and looking at the birds
Is lightly flying with the imagination, and focus on your eternal search
Bundling and huddling the campfire, now it's time to look at eagles
To sing and soar high above them, and escape the dirges of a journey
Reading books and music, and doors and closing boorish rapscallions with hitchhiking sticks
Pointing at the eagle in the sky, the inchoate still look to easier things
That's why the past hurts because it reminds me of such lost travelers
Lush green, boreal, call it tiagus, in the rising sunlight, the ice thickens and thaws

You ever feel bad about
writing me
A little late

Remember that
i am
Still thinking of your old messages

When the sun brings the light after dawn
Your hair billows in the yellow sunshine and pale clouds
The stars light up a yawning night hid by the moon
If your smile were not lovely, I would be led aswoon
You are the only light I see in my dreams
That arises like dulcet tones of a lark to day
And sets like the blue tide on the bay

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

I met you in a summer dream
I met you in a summer place
In tomorrow's face, taking your eyes
Took your eyes from my heart, taking my arm away
Still, I don't know what to do with your heart, so I set you free
Turning you into a century

There's a dryness in my throat
When I think of you
My heart speaks out in quick pulses
Its just that the pain dulls it

Hear my breath get faster
As a calmness washes over me
You've got my knees weak
At the slightest teasing whisper

This longing has taken its toll now
And the poet inside has turned into a court jester
Keeping the humor alive
Stoking the fire, hopelessly

This begging has gone on too long now
I need you in my arms more than my heart does