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

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

Hazier in daylight
Getting sunshine
By the second
Daydreaming

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 ******

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

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

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!

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

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

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

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.

My restful ease, and my mellow dream
Among a class of neighborhood, looking for a birthed ideal
I rested my case, with my pack of suitcases, on the road of devilish deeds
In this land of eternity
My case carried sandalwood, creme brulee, celadon, chartreuse, cognac, a copy of today's newspaper
A phone rested in a knapsack, among other erroneously kept articles, a duet for cello and violin, icicle, a firebird, a lighter case, and post-it mentioning your number
These are my creative and crests of cemented ceramic carved poetry, in a carved out moon for the cruising werewolf driver
My face hung from the wall, just like the thought of a perfect day
Welcoming your good-intentions and charmin', a winding road disarming cars on this road to the universe

For the first time in my life
You've opened my eyes
To the crimson fire
That burns inside, consuming me tonight

It has ignited
My mind, soul, and body
Flooding me with flames
The heat extending to my fingertips, down my spine

In the warm noon under the clear skies
My legs go numb as you creep up to my face
Covering me with kisses under the sheets
I'm dizzy when walking the empty streets

In the quiet hours of midnight
When the world's sound asleep
My heart pounds across my chest
With all its might

It rains and the clouds thunder, a guttural cry
I search for you in the pools of crystalline  
Often I'll stumble upon the stone pavement
As this obsession drowns me in this moment

Pulling me under, clogging my windpipes
Breaking my spirit, carrying my soul
Through the dark nights spent in complete solace
I'll watch the satin sky, as the rain falls on and on

On a silent, dark night
After the rain has subsided
These words, in time
Will show you my truest fears

As I race through the fog, running through woods
Scarred by the biting wind laced with snow and ice
The blizzard runs through me, freezing my temples
Curling through my veins, seeking warmth

I'm captured by your cold, cold heart
Transfixed by your beautiful eyes
Longing for your delicate hands that break the spirit
Starving for your naked embrace, abandoned and desperate

Someday, these words will kiss you
Under the cold July rain, where you lie bare
When the storm caresses your luscious locks
And the rivers of your soul drain into the vast seas of sorrow

Our memories will fade into thin air, tomorrow
But all I can think of is your sweet face
That carries me through this difficult phase
I'll hear your breathless whispers and soothe your nerves

Clasped arms in an intense moment of passion
Let me move into you in the heat of the night
Till you need me for an eternity
This fire will burn indefinitely

As I breathe you in
Douse you with the flames of my eyes
Caress you with a touch
As the mask falls away

I yearn for you when the wind is breathing heavily
The tresses that lay over your shoulder
Like trees across the shore of a river
Brushing your neck with my lips soft as waves

Take your clothes off, white linen hugs your skin
Draped across your breast, quivering lips
Curling into a ball of passion
Your hips will ache with every dip and ******

Wanting me more with every intimate glance
I'll dance with you under the rain
I want you just as much a bird yearns to sing
You bring out the wild side deep inside of me

As I undress you with my eyes, seated next to you
Close to your heart, listening intently to its beat
Lightly touching your hair, sliding my fingers through it
Bringing our lips to meet in a stolen kiss

Rustling leaves that flutter with the naked breeze
The heart of the forest is calm and serene
Pleasure and pain are just the same
As our peaceful night ends

We stare at each other, wondering
When will we cross paths and exchange fresh glances
Like strangers meeting
In the next life

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Hear. Yesterday
There their
Sadness keeps you ready
For the, once, plentiful past

Coming together
In the battle field
Getting shot
By the end of hope
Away from the hanging rope
Trapped by the noise
Living by the noose
Dying by the noose
Drowning in their crimes
In the mock of crowds

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

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

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

We both lived in the city
Understood each other
Taking time
From one another
Living among other people
Unable to lay
And hold each others hands
We were stuck in the gears
Of our town
For endless years

You're hovering
And you think poetry sets you
It is just a car that drives by you like really quick
You're left with your hands in your pocket and watching
Chasing away the smoke and you might remember your progress
Thoughts are hinging on trees
Like the leaves that spar with the breeze oh so quick
You're left with your hands in your pocket and watching
Changing with the times and you might get caught up with your
The wind which everyone has ignored, yes, your destiny
The words that leave this exchange, are your own ideas
Winding clocks close to that effect of time
Trembling fears and the loathing can catch up pretty fast
Like someone chasing the sunny skies, and dandelions are a mirror
Livening, and the frosty snowflakes of your memories melt
With the pouring sunshine, make you feel like your soul isn't ice
But, there is a fire in some of us that, that makes me believe that there are many like us
Out there
Probably
Here where I live, maybe, I might take my chances, catch you soon my friends

Lying in the empty awake
Trying with my hand with the hands of dreams
Someone's a good book in studied shelves
I keep her safe with all my swords and secrets
Shallow about the other bookcases, this one fits each one
One size fits all, the book and the nightcap worked immaculately
You're intense, I'm calm, your book studies me through false notions
You're my student, and I'm your master, learning excellence as a habit
The ritual is right when you have belief
The torrential downpour comes down without breaking any form
Even sadness and melancholia cannot test the patience of a timeless book
You're my zephyr, my sunrise in the fear of the fuliginous sun
Casiopea

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

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

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

I live for a dream
A piece of cake it seems
Making up stuff in your head
Letting your thoughts
Do it yourself it is worth the night
Dreaming can't be bought
Dreams can't be sold
But, you can sell hope
To the Pope's followers
I'm sold to lucid dreams of work
My dreams come in green and gold
I guess making money has become the way of the world
Success is all the rotten eggs out of your basket
That's why they lay broken in a green and gold mould

Mould those hopes you have
Into dreams, you can save

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

I walk through the airport exit
All of my bags are in place
So I pick them up hastily

The flight had all the sandwiches
Champagne, I could ask for in first class
Maybe, a cosy hotel reservation now

Maybe, I flew around the world
To know I missed you and your flowers
Or to get rid of the **** weeds growing in my garden all this time

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

When walking
With worn out
People
From constructed
Cities
Remember
To keep two steps
Behind
You
For the dreams
That got left behind

Sent me to a town
Where the houses are close
And the hearts closer
One day an arson came
Set both on fire

Through my jagged
Rhymes mine and yours
My time be tattered
My words cloaked by daggers
Rusting and broken-unclipped
Slightly tragic
Shall have some lyric
Inasmuch much ragged pith
If your love is for us dogged creatures
It finds a prickly finish
Much like a yellow rose that hides
In a thorned spine
Tearing your fabric
To reveal your true nature

I can write better
My pen keeps my nose
To the grindstone
Sadly, the con of being blunt

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

The moles in the compound
Correspond to the number of
Particles, that counts as composition
The voles come out of the center
Digging tunnels for their escape
Particulars, that counts as composition
Of a couple of tied tenebrous lackeys in prison

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

Whenever I read
On the road
This plays peacefully in the background

The spirit works in this dream
The sound doesn't come in your ears whenever you fall in love
And can't find your heart
Holy and lone, solitude is a rare and real bliss
The bed's too big without you, when I miss your art
I'm lost without you, I've found that in someone else's knowledge
Based this on fact, and fragments of the farther life
Farther than life, distant dream
Czar covering us by the comely cowards in colorful crowds
Knowing when everyone sleeps, because he kills them in their peaceful sleep
You're in my head too
I know you like the back of the left hand
Now you're out of my grip, I'm holding on to a fair hand
On the trapdoor calling for the sung blue, blue song for the black cannon

I whale for swimming soles
I crowd around fish in the sea
Swimming with the birds on the levee
Being human or a monk at ease
A fly can fly and bees sting
Butter flies in the stomach
Or slides little like weird fish food

Twelve monkeys at twelve
I stopped counting the robot cranes
Flamingos with cross-eyed lives
Scared of the swimming souls with feet
That's why flamingos keep their feet up
In an animal farm for lazy pigs
Being fearful is not wrong, being unsuspecting is

The only place for your imagination
Meant for your
Two lips
Were the place
For the right core
Present,

On your hip,
On your eyes,
Your beholder,
To hold your yourself, in society's hands
Judge yourself in their books
Find yourself in their commands and limelight
Seeking what you find, within
The light of differences, and bright communication

Of the interfaces, that are your lips
They are meant to say the right words, and
See-through the vocal soul, and trade men for children
And berate women, to become caregivers and apparitions
We kiss to seek
Better ways to express
Our love, and premonition

I sweep flys of their feet
With the hand swiftly
Swatting it on repeat