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

Love is everywhere
Time is everywhere
But there isn't a space without a care

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

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

In your everlasting hunger
Lying next to me with a passion
That fills the both of us
As my tender lips trace your soft skin

You ask me to get closer to you, bare and breathless
As I explore the deepest, darkest places
Caressing your sweating, supple thighs
You stroke my hair gently

Telling me, "Yes. More.
I've never felt like this before."
Pulling my face closer as your body shivers
You tremble, quaking, and quiver

As I hold you tighter
Your moans tell me it's alright
You'll guide me tonight
Till the morning comes

So, sleep gently
Tell me that you feel safe with me
As we wake up tomorrow
With your head on my torso

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 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

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

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

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

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 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 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!

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

We fall, we rise
We seek shelter, bite the dust
We ride the wind, and
If we follow the tides
We could see the end of the tunnel
O' more vividly clouds
Leaving the house of prayer looking like masters of war

Addicted to long poems
I looked to alliteration
To elongate my sentences realize
Poetry was alliteration of the thought

Stayed rich
Strayed from righteous path
Stuck on the pavement
Digging my own ditch

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

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

Fascism has color
Red as death
Read by breath
In the end
A snake is
a snake
Amidst the blood shed
Appears
A warrior of battle
Used to vehemence
Amidst the rains
Appears
A warrior of grains
Used to benevolence

When I turn from my window
I am out of reach from your lonely street
I have no looks to give you
But, who cares when you wander frozen sleets
When you aren't there at the dead of night
I have people to talk to, constantly
But, who comes when it's time to call
When you are broken but always gone
I have spoken true lies and nothing more

But, who needs you
When you are their home
But, who needs you
When I'm not looking for you

I have made love in the night
But, who scares you
When you have no one to fear
You are a friend indeed
If I cry alone
Because you make me feel all vulnerable

I go back to my dead alley
Near a broken building
Overlooking a crescendoed bridge
A tower stands among us, unyielding
It could be you and me, babe
With our hands empty
Who will love you when I'm gone, babe
With our hands empty

In a world barred by
Lack of friendship and power of poetry
I ask myself, is this all just make-believe
How are we not smitten by each other?
Instead, we are discriminating each other
Detention centers made for people without power
Is this all just sheer bad luck for a passersby
I ask myself, is this all just make-believe
Pressed against the ***** clothes
Is a face, I'll never see it and it will never find a voice
In a world barred by
Lack of friendship and power of humanity
Our existence is befallen by its own arrogance
I ask myself, is this all just make-believe

No, there is too much agony

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

Over by the lakeside
How the enemies pass
They claim we pass the hours
All I do is look at the last line
Is your heart made of lime or stone
All it takes is love's ignition
The car knows where it takes
Boats and boats will soon show us
Red sails aren't all crayfish dread
Like I found you embarrassed at fools
And embarrassed by wise men too
Slow down you tool
Will we fly into a honey trap
Or spread our light among the mallards
Cygnets are scared of waves
Let us take them
Over by the lakeside
Where the enemies pass
Soon the velleity of kindest folk
Will triumph over blind faith
Over by the lakeside
The lake is opaque on a transparent night
Where you can see the milky way
In the distant cosmic shores
If you stare deep into the lake
You might turn to water
As your flesh finds its virtue
And the soul is out of strife
As it is stirred with spirituality and life

Trust involves the selection
Of selfless service, the trust doesn’t
Give back, but, the words do
Except they are shallow as the lack of good feelings
Needed to touch many
Shading on the mandatory need of money
Not knowing the language and speaking the streets
The crime is on the mouth of everyon blessing the violence
We could get back to the crying dove that passes natural selection
Doing unusually well in ushering in a new world
That fills me with purpose and sets my gaze on graceful waves
Like whips stuck to a chain of wounds

The first family
Comes from their workshop of carpentry
The iron lady calls to her husband
Made in honor are these loaves
Of bread
A beaker of poisoned lead
You're the first love
The treasure trove of secrets
That lay foaming at the mouth
Covering the twinkle in your eyes

Lying across the hall
Sleeping across the floor
The hall
The phone
Break my bruises
Breathless and prepossessing
In my dreams, my message

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

I saw dreams
That treaded paths
I travelled had trapped volcanic steam
Boiling over an island are earthen pots
That hold water upside down in their ******

It is beautiful to find love
When hearts syncopate harmoniously
Then I know I will have somebody to love
I have been looking for care all my life
I just never gave anyone a chance
To hear my heartbeat or see through me
Perhaps maybe I am afraid
I choose to love
Because I know I will be fine

The leaves fall
There is a light touch
Of uncanopied sun

Sensing the blood of pure white wrists
That hold the time as I twist the lines
Of my Berceuse
Like the rivers flow and meander
Assuring us three
We can go all the way
And stay together like diurnal bees
Do be unkind to me
Tomorrow is uncertain
Tomorrow tomorrow is all you say
Have you ever seen the rain
Prairies and azaleas in bloom
Or the oysters of the world
Who open up like a jukebox from me to you
This is my loveless glance
As I hold your mummified eyes
Crawling into your soul and through the dreams
Pain can be felt through a person's eyes
Bit by bit I turn impervious
To my old wounds
Shame on you
I can't open my heart or feel my tune
So I sing these days in the shower as I appreciate this beauty
Few people can feel naked or forage a distant memory
To clear the fugue of blues
Red blood is what makes our veins
It's the blue blood that stays on

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

Order and chaos can never coexist
Sin and virtue can complement one another
The textures of an old oak tree persists
Under the weather and torrential helter-skelter of the cold winter

As love is borne from a flawed heart
An eclipsed sun can darken the scarred lands
Blinding those who walk, stalk and trace out a path
For themselves toward a violet sky cowering under the far away stars

With lost children and men knowing their limits
Order and chaos can never coexist
If what persists is the shortness of time
Because time is brief, then, I know love perseveres

My poems
Are like clothes
That don't fit me
Soon, I will stand untied and naked
Like a poet without his poems
Bare-faced and brave

The truth set in stone
Unhinged souls
Of a metal brother, often subject to sacrifice
I guess you believe in fate
But, some scientists in us look for the way of the physical world
Balancing on logical statements

How to fill this book
Of Poe and ravens
This is heaven and hell
Maybe Milton
Some of it even sings Dylan
Not Bob, but, Thomas
How do I make myself known
Among all the full moons
And solar eclipses
Written in metaphors
So pure and ruined
That make my mind
Seeth with spinal fluid
That spills out secrets
That will never be appreciated by my gorgeous girl
Oh, my art! It is with you
In death and diseased simile
In love and happiness' alliteration
A couple of complex images are mine
But, the poetess is you
Who understands my warped words about water
Out of whack and lacking space and rain
Everyone wants space
Everyone wants poems on rain, at the same time
Muses and amusing schmucks! They want a trucker and poetess too
And Lincoln to come back alive
Tell the rightful truth
Or loose a tooth or a flower
With deep protected roots
From where an idea
Penetrated the sky
Protruding into the sky
Penumbras fall from the sky
The shadow falls as the book shows the life
Smile my friend
Till the end
My friend.

If the universe
Works in your favour
Watch out for what the hell
The world has to offer

The closer winter comes
It becomes a little colder
It's kind of poetic because of the wait that never runs cold
Winter comes, I hope the road is open to growing old

I sat in the ****** mystery
At the end of the book
My jaw was left wide open, sitting on the empty witnesses

I dream of wandering
Grab me by the mind
Dream of my body and imprint my soul
Apart from the lingering flickering light
Of the moonlit sonatas and sunny winters, among chartreuse ruins
Pale as the moonlight and deafening thunder-like overtures of Beethoven's oeuvre
I dearly love your indecision about the disease and minor achievements
Minor and major Fortuna, and capricious discombobulating spirits of the wild, that I can affix
My mind on the twinkling stars and flickering lights
A thousand lives later, I might remember looking down on yonder

If your poems
Go into the flush
And they lose meaning
Don't pull the plug
As long you aren't being demeaning
If you aren't published
Don't feel bad
People won't notice you
Unless you notice yourself
The dead won't turn in the grave
For your inexorable talent
They will not Cahill
Saying who is better
If you do not come to compare
Because they are dead
And you just might be better
Than the unoriginal writers
Out there in the starry world
That offers stars and moon
For a sky that has only a midnight spoon
Which curls quietly till it
Culls the daylight
It won't be afternoon
Till you say that it was all
Too late or too soon

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

The freeloading leader
Kept his ticket
For the ferry of freedom

Speeches of the forgiven
How can you blame a man for corruption
And being afflicted by greed
Afrodisia and perdition hasn't changed
Deep in the stick like that, and stepped out the crack
Dropping your roads and your norms and stands

Abstention nor rejection, the distinction of her heart
Soul or soulless, my flight shall take me wherever
Flesh or fleshless, my heart will know fervor
As I finally leave a broken heart and ride in the galloping oceans, I shall wait
In the jet black night my body aches in pain and rejecting-oblivion

Leave me with a sermon
For the midnight hour, and the midnight talk
Seems like a date ago, certainty in this educated society
For the midnight hour, we beg for the midnight talk
Trust friends leaving the midnight hour to change themselves to waning moons and waxing
Leave with a sermon
To rid me of the breath of howling winds, and wolves that cross
The memories are guarded by wolves that can cross me
I've made friends with wolves, and now they dance to my tune
Trust friends should never have to change themselves to oppression

The guy does his part
In the bleeding lady
Sizes them in comeuppance

My life
In my words
Best spoken
In someone
Else's voice
It's love's curse