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

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

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

I'm surrounded by words and saw the demise of God's meaning
Inane cases of Sunday afternoon
These are how my worlds are
I walk into spirits of a material living
I'm unsure whether I'm free from these words or the necessities of begging
I feel lamentable and slide right into my depressiveness
Oppress the oppressor, the ringing bell of ****** progress
I haven't finished my pills, either way, being near the whanging streets in limerick streets
Forlorn and fraught with medication and the lack of a noisome drug that has no surmise
Emetics accompany the frequent visits to the blue halls of hallucination, confusing and bright
Read Harriet stone, and bleached winter ****** on nature's haze
When will the sky clear and when I see the light?
I know it's you I'm looking at all this time, I'm a child of a lost spirit
It dwells on me like a blue moon that barely ever comes

A moon hovers us, like a friend
The moon pulls us a bit to close, asking us to fly kites
There was once a time when well-lit streetlights held the light of prostitution and deafening gun chase
We controlled the deranged inveterates, even accused the government and the thrills of the chemicals
But, we never came back from that, now, I cannot hold myself with veracity or cheap freewill
I hope it ends wilting freely, ****** on the west side near the waters
Love waits
On the ****** on the west end, disguised in a leader's meandering gait

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

When I see long poems
I wish I could have the baby poem, that could be called
The baby elephant, of the free rhyme of trunks and truncheon things
Trenchant, but, unable to define the bacterium, unable to hold a trumpet to the music
We couldn't hold a candle to the wind, breaking the olive with ripe skins
The single utmost feeling that stays, are the vibrations of passed and silken-sheets, under which I read Candide
Books are a person's best friend because they can have offspring
And they can marry concepts, with their little concepts, and big dreams
I love living in books, maybe, I might never get out
A shirt to clothe my torso, and pants I forget in the morning
That's how I feel when I leave my favorite book at home
When coming back to school, to cool for school and prudent for impish fickle desires
Let's light the lamp, and touch the fire, instead of running out of wishes
Bring the inner child, and pass him a futon, pin the cushion and sternly commandeer the entertainment of subjects
Overtures of garrulous, and soundless promises, softer than the wind
Let's kiss the wind, I beg you, but, you can't hear me
Let's hope you feel me, in stygian love and permanent darkness

The freeloading leader
Kept his ticket
For the ferry of freedom

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

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

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

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

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

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

The aquatic animals
Enrapture
A whole crowd in
Captions
On Facebook
Captured and Construed
By friends and family

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 fear
White ghosts
They haunt me like black people

You're abstract
Like the wind
But, when you speak you poke
But, I can't touch you

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

You think you made me
The fact is
You have no power over my dream
I dream discipline
You sell religion
I dream vegetables
You dream of no beef and sell chicken
I dream today I will survive
You dream of riches tomorrow
I dream of hugging her
You dream of kissing the grim reaper
I dream of unchaining the heart
You already have the thrown the key
To dream once more
If we die as cowards, we will be never be remembered
Like a dream forgotten after poor sleep
At least I lose sleep over my future

I wait for his immediate return
He sleeps all the time
I crash into his ****** mystery

We are actually in third dimension
Finding out fourth dimension physics
With second-dimensional progress, linear progress

I can take the bullets and the bombs
But, I can't recommend bombshells
Leaving like slugs

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

The ******* of the women, that I behold the Sun
The **** sapiens pilfer off the scintillating source, of the human and venus, fly traps
Adapting to the lotharios looking for hunger, in pangs of rampant desires
Surrendering to the tests of time, aren't far from the years beyond the making of old age

He was the storm
I was calm
Bundling in the blizzard
Sailing through the breeze
I was shut up in a cluster
Clammy hands and the sandy girl called hope
Trenchant, some may say if you profess your love
I was calm

Ignoring the human race
I sat next to a camp fire
These things kept me alive
In case
Somehow company came
Along came company
A deer, a leopard, a lion
And made life bear-able in
A cold forest, under the pine tree
Where cooking a meal for the night
Was the necessity
I expound,
With company
It seemed like
Just staying awake
For others
Was the point
Of this ebullient dream
Incase prey forgets predator
And prey forgets the ways of nature
And in case prey forgets nature
I'd be there to save deer
From a metaphorical leopard
In case a lion intrudes in the forest
Whilst crossing a stream or a lake
I could be there to
Make it feel welcome
Because lions
Leopards
Don't belong together
But bemusing it is,
That deer and man can share fire
Together
Forever
Amidst owls
Because owls hover and deer run
Man and predator learned to hunt
Now people  just hover in planes and luxury
Unknowing of wild life
Ignorant of the hidden scenery

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

It was a little country in the North
For the both of us
I still remember us children screaming
As we ran across the wheat fields
Feeling invincible

In this one spot, green grass once sprouted
Sand, now, runs instead
No more solitary sticks and stone of my childhood
The tailored sky once reminded me of what was life like

Now, that same fabric of memory circles in my mind, slowly
Like a stream evicted from dry land
Almost, similar to a friend recounting her pain
Knowing she would never see the place restored, again
The books that had Rumi, know only the loss of love

I hope the command
Doesn't wander
That I want you to get better
Is it in your head?

Black and white are just colors
If you mix them like paints
Everything is a grey cloud
Without a silver lining

We are similar beings
We dream of the future
And live in the past, asleep presently

The more I sleep
The more I write
Apparently, the feeling still lingers
Though, I tried so hard not to suffer
The indignation of changing war
Have you got a taste of the announcements
I guess you just heard ringing through the hall
Though, I tried not to show it
It takes my mind off all of it, to denounce things
Though, I tried not to show it
It takes my lines off another poet
Although, I might claiming all these apologies
If your answer wasn't the real deal
Throws and hurdles are the same this year
Cannonballs are flying across the seas
But, my flight is on another charted journey
In this readied prize, I find my reason rhyming with yours
That's why I write lyrics
When I should be writing songs
When you read me
You probably, remember me by your favorite song

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

Food for thought
I have bled
I have the mood
To feed
I have need
In my eyes
They're standing right in front of me
They understand my reasons
It changes with a common conclusion
That humanity can be selfish
There are plenty of fish in the sea
In dread of the shark
There's riches beyond shallow sea level
That brings to level
My feelings of
Benevolent demeanour

It gives you appetite
And it keeps you in the mood
To give

When my heart screams
"Peace!"
I think it means "Please"

You can steal
My thoughts
As long as you
Replace them
With yours

In the form of poems
Songs and books
That I can read
Share for leisure
To pass the hours

The eye in the sky
Hears all your jokes
Except when you sigh

We went under the moonlight
Life as you remember when there was no gloom
Was where I found it under the bridge
Love was a moonlit evening where we garnered attention
They don't have them on any of those Scandinavian countries
Looks like we were lucky to have other swinging lovers

Banished from watching Arabian Nights
On a lonesome desert stretch where the meandering highway met
The horizon and that crescent moon looked splendid
Tersely, lay spread like a hammock

In the core of the earth
Where the lumbered folk lie
The sleepless sorrows and the humble pies
Never say goodbye
They leave the lambs with a blood red stain
The dawn of the new man could sputter a semblance of poems
They work hard and keep their pay
They work hard and mark their territory
Yellow rivers follow the shores
Often where do the sheerly brilliant trouts go
Amidst the eglantine against the flow
Into the wolves lair and their red ice
Where they have just had their fill
Along the polar lake under the Godly dome

You are good at
Being bad
And shining in other’s light

Far from home
My cousin from the thunderdome
We were marching towards to the front
Sitting in the back
Lyres flew across the sea shack
Where the old man died so poignant
Waiting for my return like he bided breeze

Someone's got it in for me
As each page folded underneath
Night came from another
The witches chanted when comes peace
Thunder met the easy wind coming from East
I bid thee farewell when come light of winter
You wouldn't know me even if you saw into the light

In a boring day
Amidst the concubines
All in the palace shells
Roomed in the book
Cloistered from the rest
The king keeps slaves to himself
Just for that one fine day
When boredom sets in
Like the summer breaks into summer leaves
Untouched by water and spring
In a boring day
We cast aside our differences
Ignorant of each other's wealth
Tempered by our grace
Embracing our space
Accepting our distance
Cast out into the wilderness

Upon another lifetime
One before the flood
The light turned around the floating stairs
A lamp shimmered in the dim dungeon
The creature had lost it's warmth
If a prayer was said or heard
The silence would be cold
Some see light in the heart of violence
We saw it's face again
Until now, it was always buried in the hail
Life had washed away
Tolling bells and daffodils in the collonade
His paper-thin fingers wavered in the air
As the fire went before his eyes
Some say he will give us chances someday
Now the truncheon thing died
Lords and priests were assured
The wilderness wasn't what I had heard
Some days I think pensively and sulk
I cannot make amends for any love lost in time
Affection felt between us
Faded away
As memory mixed desire and pain
A breeze in a small village
I saw her hair full of maize
That peasant love from an easy place
A simple girl with promises and a gilded face
I still remember the girl
Of the north country
The grass was greener on the otherside

Loves lies in destruction
When we make love
We create love once more

The alligator
And I don't cross
The river together
But we lie in the same
Rolling stone
Gathering no moss

Churches run with holy water
Homeless people can't drink it
But they do ask for it
Unconfessed

Twisted at the seams
Are frills of her gowns
Keeping apart the reams
And papers that are seemingly pronounced
Are the times that are shifting
With each installation of a new
program
But somehow
I cannot have a woman
Who takes to equality
Like the change in ideals
Closer to the heels
Of drinkers
And bellied-bikers
Seemingly hooked to the
Vapid *****
Of the bar scene
Usually, I find myself
Talking to strangers
Irrespective
Of their faces
I take their number
Not judging the *** off ways
Realizing oft'
The womanhood
In the sultriness
Of the womanly

You touch me
I don’t respond
I have fallen out of the idea of love
Please don’t touch me anyway
Just don’t forget about us

Like rainbow meant for us
I sit still when see those

I am colorful now

It's cloud's shapes
I am looking at
But, I cannot find you at all
Around where the path curves
Right along a garden
How sad love is
Yet, so out of reach
In this world
Of swirling daisies
And friendly flowers
Why is a rose so red
Why is the sky so white

You act high and mighty in day
You call me at the night of work hiurs
I’ve stare into the starlight with gaze so rare
That working the tables on broadway avenue would’ve helped