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

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.

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

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

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

Insults are as
Barren as the
Desert wind that takes them

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

Believe in God
Because a lack of faith
Doesn't make much of a protest
A little devotion goes a long way
Till you can walk in your own footsteps
Search your soul
Bless the child
Express yourself
Admit your lies
Let the truth set you free
And you'll be moral again
If faith seems to falter
Believe in yourself
Taste the sky
And know that it is all painted
In his mind of creation and preservation
May you be joyful and true to thee
Holy holy
We need your prayer
Share your posessions
Leave your living outside
Look inside the gates of Eden
Every morning praise the Lord's romance

Poverty is the worst form of violence
A rebel once, is a rebel forever
I'd die standing, than to live barely breathing
But, the government
Would rather laugh at my crippling disease
I can't stop making living a form of suicide
So, I'll leave it to you
To give peace a chance to decide
But, when the government steals our vote
A nation of millions will be voting peace


A polemicist writer encouraged
Without a brass farthing in his trousers
"Follow your inner moonlight..."
"Knowing is not enough..."
But, the government
Won't even let me speak let alone complete
I'm sick, of this ****** suicide
Which steals speech
However, when the courts close on Tuesday
We will buy flowers for the people and be loved
And a beggar will die a peaceful death

The traffic says go ahead often storms stop us instead
Think twice it's alright, or stare ahead confused
Talk about the streets, the steel house is holding me
Born on the motion, running with the fumes
Holding the gun, you're on the other end of the muzzle with a point of view
A poignant beer can be barreling in the storm, hopeless timbre in the soul made of metal and cradling civilization
We are made of flesh and bones, not bones made by working-class men working their solitary days
Clutching spades and digging quarries night night
The talk of streets and the stares are coming my way, and I can carry the weight
He's short
He's my brother
On the cover of a Panama canal
Virile and vivacious, flow out of the other side of America
Kid, change my mind
Before we move apart because o'

The inferno faltered at the canopy
Of the trees
Seemingly on wings of fire
And the sunlight danced
Just forget it
The trees don't fall with talk of fruit virginity
Push and shove that snake down your throat
And the things and objects and the proud professor
Puckered up and said, how would like to **** your own teacher
Sir, my lord is no preacher
Son, there's no telling who you'll be naming
In this crept, decrepit detention that was held by a forbidden book perfect for modern times and fame
All might say, a son of a preacher man is tame
But, this was just an ember waiting to die out
Losing its oxygen needed for propulsion in academic excellence
The detention was a must
A Freudian complex as a result of veritable desires
I must say, I'm not sure that ******* younger tool that kept me waiting forever
I wonder where is the fiery innocence that gets in on the drama
The places and the traces of which show some youthful respite
All fall into despair and faux pas moments with some strangers
Of the night, and that is why I prefer keeping the darker side to myself
For people who can embrace it
Preface that with the factotum who keeps watching you, in and out of the detention center.

Feelings cannot be distributed
As right or wrong
Only when you are in love
Do they form such distinction

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

Having a way of life
Explained to you
Is like wearing socks in your idol's shoes

I realised
I can never sell my poems

How many pledged to give away their living
They hung him on a tree
The other day, I saw him bleeding

There was a cat for eternity
How did they get him to hang from a noose
After all, they were afraid

Death held him by the wires
Hardly satisfied, lithe
He began

Killer instinct got him by the knees
The man fell to the oceanfloor
Stealing fish from the ocean quite often

He slept with the clairvoyant Sosotris
Never selling his prophecy for yellow fog

Grand star-crossed roads
To star-crossed overs, far from planets of lucid dreams
Cinematic stars that shine like the spotlight twinkling like the limelight

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

I once hoped for an idea
But it would have nourished
My hunger

From love that is meant for two people
And people that are connected by those three words
"I love you"
It's in our cruelest days that we find our humble spirit too
Overcome the tumult of waves and oceanic tides' gloom
It is this downtrodden spirit that sings a different melody
When it flies
And sings a pleasant tune when sitting in a cage
On a lonely cloud during the night immersed in moonbeams
Lilting on another day
Never this way
Never this melancholy have I found my soul
On my best days, when I want something more

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

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

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

If I travel through air like birds
If my love traveled through spirit
Rough barren land caresses thy seas
As rivers growing old and perennial
They would wave away the dust as war halts slowly
When desert met rivers
I found an oasis in your love
And an ocean in your heart without turmoil
That was the captain of my lost soul
This is the last adventure until I reached center with a ghoul
Until we both found gold under a still silver lining
Circumambulated and emptied into the special wraith, our love

If dust turned to dust
Air turned to air
And ash turned to ashen hand
Everything lives and then dies like ripe fruit that hath fallen
All love needs is a little love to climb
Seraphim, cherub send us blessings in the form of amorous verses such we imbibe
I love thee like a daydream that is puerile indeed
I love thee like a paralyzing nightmare that is the agony
I'd rather be hurt by you
Than untouch your love without your passionate appeal
Let us search pleasure anew
I have many sorrows to keep
I have many sorrows to keep
Before I find the verdant mildew of thy warm sinew

Among things untold of
I already know
But I keep fighting the bitterness
Being happy someday

Among things to say and untold stories
I only hear what comes next
Can we open ourselves today?

In all those lonely places
Within the locks and chains
Can we break the gates?
Of what we used to say

Among things you never speak
There are a few words
You can think so don’t breathe

Among things to say and untold stories
I only hear what comes next
Can we open ourselves today?
All I do is dream

In a place for us to bury the living
Can you share my place?
I don’t want to go yet

The midnight meets my memoirs
Passages of fire and ice lay strewn on the bed
Lassitude and lethargy turn to stupor
I wonder if the world will be the same
Tomorrow and tomorrow
I grow into a poor version of myself
Like a book re-read only without interest
Promises are kept and the people live half lives
Death is the only completion
That the vault of the sky offers
Even with its pale sunlight
When love was in my life
I never questioned persons
Often their intentions were true
Nothing is truer than the tacit understanding
Between us
Lost on a sea
But still the sea still takes
My sails away from the eye of hurricane
I might reach the catechism that is the horizon

A voice
An echo
Of a distant past

Potato chips, candied strawberries
All the tastes I remember
None I can afford, the memory stays

The prose of the life that you revel in
Is the very reality that you dream about
Too bad the rest of the world doesn't agree on your alacrity
Maybe, it is better to be dishonest
About love as a serious plea
And accept that some of us looking for others rather than
More in another
Sharing is a possibility only if you are chiming in on the thoughts of the human misery

You look into yourself
It makes me so wild
That I can talk to you finally
You are so guilty
If I ask you stay
You wilt and die at my request
I exist to you
Miss

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

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

Your words are so
Beautiful yet simple
I wonder how my heart understands
That better things will surely come my way
You are the fiction that looms in romance

I felt her in my body
She knew my true side
That's why I knew what
I had to write
In my heart
Where she never looked
Before, that's when I became a mystery

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

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

And then there is blood
The dirge song stays in their rear-window stalking stare
The girl likes it as long it rubs against her voyeuristic wants
The change in the atmosphere is so public
The fogginess from the moisture of an old clock
The inner indolence makes the time memorable
Multiple people wound into one gear of riots
******* her biological clock into a wound alarm clock
Assaulting her mighty conscience
Abortion randomly by many single ladies
**** has produced too many tortured children
Look at it any other way
Senator
Females are meant to be singular responsibilities
Not a gender to oppress against
The years of pain stained on the walls of history

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

If I broke my heart
You'd still
Slip through the cracks left

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

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

It is everyday after dinner
I lose sleep on problems
Many a book by side
If I were a poet I'd give my life for creativity

She fixes my flat for free food at three
Someday she'll be ignoring how I curl asleep
A despot comes to ask me pay my dues
True, we might be leaving very soon

If I loved her, I would formulate a lie
She is my friend in the darkest dream
Guiding me to the hour I'll wake up the trees facing the midnight gale

My heart wants sleep with the wooden puppets
The strings of stars carry the leaves
They bid farewell
As I remember they should say hello, should I dwell

I read the paper
Revise the news
Watch televised ads
And eat commercialised food
My life is on the radio

First they tell you to marry
Then they ask you to find the right one
Or let them choose
They don't know what they are doing
Because you want to be someone else

Such are my dinner ruminations that never make the table

My bloated sense of ego
Bursts at the seams
Of what I call logic ergo

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

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

When I was young
The days were cold
All of the streets slept
When the sun was in

I kept working on ships
As a child, you can't buy a miracle
All of my dreams
Have set out to sea

If I was too warm
I would lend my coat
To my supercilious supervisor
Who had now grown soft and conciliatory

I slept on vacant park benches
In second hand tailoring on the weekends
When I was young
I would ride empty buses

How do we ride on the bus
I am older now
But I still don't know how
To talk to people to my advantage

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

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

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

I know you smile for a brighter day
Send a smile to me
I'll be on my way
Under an umbrella I can brave the rain
I enter my apartment to a parrot that talks
A sailor docks his ship as I stare from the window
Above a cobblestone road swept by puddles
As the greyness empties
The skywalk regains daylight
In the station a conductor gallavants
Under the halo of a street lamp
Tending to company
You play your role
By tending to company too
Keeping them busy with stories
Tending to the cats at night
I have no regret in saying that your smile
Makes the lamplight fail in compare
How long must I wait in the rain