Have you been knee deep
In war
Muddied clothes and all
A matchstick can light
As long you are alright
This is all you need to know

Have you seen blood
Or the red of brain
Turn inside out like a hood
The military will give you perspective
You have to find the good
For the hour, that's all you need to know

Have you seen the rain
Gurgitate bodies like a river of dead
The delta is rife with flesh and guts
"It is just like yesterday."
The soldiers scream
That's all you need to know

It seems like yesterday
I saw the river of dreams
Turn into a battlefield
Producing only nightmares
No hope or calm
That's all you need to know

The redness of the sky
Is like the child in you
That's where I am
I hope you come searching
When I feed off your moonlight
I am the stars twinkling in this foreign land
To be seen by the naked eye
Used to the eternal breeze of vacuum
I live in your shadow and I've embraced it
By learning to light the candle without any oxygen
Like a candle in space that cannot feel the wind
I learn to course this vast river of inherent darkness without color
With my head in the empty sky, untouched by penultimate space

To appreciate
A thing of beauty
It must be imperfect

Some girls tie their hair
Others let it float over their shoulder
I love them all just the same
But, when you open yours
I fall in love again
The hours and hours spin, spin around

Give me your everything
When you love me
I know that smile is brighter than the sun
But, we're so far
That I haven't seen the light in a long time
You're all I've got in the endless dark

The old lady cackles
The man in shackles
All look for hope
Left to dry out in the sun
Like rattlesnakes crisping
In the summer sheen
In the same vein
The rattlesnakes prey on ostriches
Ostriches bury their head in the sand
The sun burns the old man
The old lady stops cackling
As she chokes on a mudcrab

You can steal someone's
Trust and love
You can never steal their words
That caresses the condensation on windows
You may not like what I look like
Tall and black
You cannot change me however
So, get busy painting me any colour you like
During our one sided conversation

The waves
Of the water
Fall
Upon the shore
Like
Mind
And Body
Soul
The basic breadth
Of a leniency of
That hides behind the lens
Of a core
Of this mapped out universe
Come out like
White lunar lines
At night
The Moon needs
a kiss of transparency
Diaphanous Dip
In the ocean depths

The hen laid out the egg
The egg laid out the law
For the structure of atonement

Cupid's arrow doesn't miss
Nobody sees, the naked lady woven
In the kiss, of jealousy and envy
Unable to make out the two, but, arrows
Make the difference, and silence the soul
There are only love and unchanging affection, steadfast

Cupid come down from your throne
Look at the weapons you've left weeping
Crying gentle tears, and ten-year-old boy fortified by the challenge
Mortified by the lack of reckoners, apple's lying cut in two
Waiting for the plastic love to cover the ****** up

I live
He stares at me
The stars in my eyes burn crazily

I didn't know he could do that
His eyes were hungry and so close

My thoughts are unhappy
I'm the loser
My thoughts are always war, saving the winner

The change comes early
It is not in being different
But remaining the same but nobler
As a real person told me once
His words are on my mouth
Who has words for jealous hearts
And dialogue on the art we share
Time came
When the portrait you made
Retouched the man I once had

We once found freedom
Like rogues in the midst of bad blood
Life brought good fortune with some humbug
We needed to reach out to the enemies with a hand
I don't know how my friends are alive
Lady luck needs her four wax candles
Each burning bright under the midnight fateful sky
Keeping her eyes alive and cheeks warmed
Lush like cherries and the rank outsider with burning ego

And my husband
In the open engagement
Knew that's the liberation we speak of
They scream and act on screen
Giving us a chance to express ourselves
I saw your listless smile pass me by
Because I did not turn
I do not hope to look back
In the happiest days
If work got in the way

When I saw her hair set free in an ocean
Likewise, her golden hair fulfilled the sea of dreams
Four seasons for each time I had picked oyster shells for you
We'd explode on redolent talk
Jamais vu
It never happened, I laughed
Saying life is an ephemeral choice
Pour moi
For me
Who could hear his voice echo in the lonesome crowd

I just wanted to wake him up on a warm spring
Beneath the ground the earth shook
My women are on the brink of deception, I say
And how should one decide
They come in and out of sadder places all the time
Had it been any worse
The bad people would be every bit evil as you are now
Our interests are muddled, he said
Let me ask you, if work got in the way

Yes, like the sun reflected on a disturbed ocean
Do not judge my book by its cover
It has many torn pages

Have any luck
With the poems
Charming lines
And hooks

I turned to songwriting
Winding the time
Until I was left biting
My fingers have lost their touch

Scared of my courage
Fearful of my honesty
Without honesty
There is no bravery

I am no young fool now
Who wants to be truthful
If being alive is plough through
Or to do or die

Keep dreaming like
A little tree with a glisten
Keep dreaming like
A loser hoping to win

Some genius
Told me to expect
Danger and death
I died because of the carelessness
Of some idiot who forgot
To fear God and the flood

The artist mixed up in the sword of
Pieces of pied by the glacier and Pisces lend its transience
My land lies wrapping limestone
Tear dried on the artist abnegated storming in veritable riches
Eternal reflect your hope's
                                                                about to show
                                   You just told you
                                                                antecedent
Often, breaking comfortably with the atmosphere, your hope's about to show                                       some leniency
And music
questions and answers, and arguments, and transience
                                                          Angst and fascism, good and evil

Sweet flower
I’m so blue
I’m going out and about on the two stories
Pressure me into forgiveness, and take the wilting love
And fill me with your serene life, and deliver me too

My heart cries for the crumble pie
Make me a piece of crumbled lines
All I need is day of break from work and reading
Let’s talk about the right rain, and be wrong as the clouds hiding my lifeless eyes in gliding through to you

The proper introduction would be friendship
If you take steps towards a life
Then it turns into love
However, heartbreak isn't that uncommon
Neither is a friendship that proper
The wife you left in the praying hall
Semblance there is some reminiscence
Of prizes that you keep in her name
Priceless expulsion of the faces that only look at you doubt
If you'd shut up about it, then, you wouldn't let us into these problems

You filled my life, curled behind unexpressed love
Ne'er found heaven's gilded traces of sky,
In silver faces of clouds, there are none
Visible to golden sun, its naked eye
My deep ravines long for her warm gaze
Day by day, night grows old and forgettable
Like frightened, bare trees  with cold shade, underneath
If pain left behind should tumble and toss on surface
The trees twisted into complete clairvoyance, instead
Scurry of restless winds amidst the red leaves
My mind shall know it's rest place with the old forests
Like immortal ghosts resting through tides of peace
Yet, hearts will yearn for a youthful sunlit scene
I know within forests, my mind is free

The 1,2,3,and n....
In the even sheep
Don't you have a fence of number of fences
Stuck with the trances
With traces of your shade
Of the heartbroken charde
I never delivered so liberal a time
I'm confused for stop and forgot show, autograph
A compelling record
I must express a little doubt
A stunning time, a ssudden revered soul and you doubted me before
A long time before in Detroit
It wasn't the North
I'm lost
I'll take from the top
Before I get low
So where girls at, there song for the start cap
Continue the syllabus of literature excellence
I never amuse with a victorious gain
I love the way you spin

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.

Lying on my bed
Sun enters
Laying on my bed

You stay in my arms
The sobbing stops when
I lift your poor-faced countenance
You're called a ***** girl, and sometimes a leitmotif
Indeed you have been a theme in my life
The guitar cries, and I can hear it weeping
Chains and things don't beat the feeling
Prudence isn't that you can lift up my spirits
Make me feel good in your assiduous inventive
Finding ways to make me cry
The friendship that breaks, you help me
Become broken again
Thanks for being there
When I can't contact my route manager

To disappear
Into thin air
One has to remind themselves
Of the frenzy of fustian-clad prisoners
Who sail through years
Who will find traces
Of pale clouds
Through the wrought iron gates
Of freedom
All they think
And feel
Is the sun will come out
Of it's slumber
As the wind begins to howl
Tomorrow will bring tomorrow
Nowadays the bleakness
Calls to me and scowls
At our situation
There shall be no brighter day
Today is our last one
You must change your life
Or disappear into thin air
Like a kite
That doesn't feel the pull
Of the Earth and the seas
You must learn to leave behind things
As cannonballs leave behind broken houses
And broken families
You must change your life
Whether in isolation
Or love and forgiveness
As I hold my chest

The darkness
Brings color
To our soul

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

Do you still love me?
Are you still thinking about me?
Like the rainy walk that never skips your mind?
When the water seeps into your bones
Does the old age remind of the tones of the adult you became
The morning of the placid teenagers seems quite reckless
They look at your emotions only offering their confusion
The destitute label goes away when you're cleansed by the silver rain
It is unfortunate, that I do not see you in the rain
Any more and the walk is just a recess in this receding rain

Do you hear those cars
On golden street, loud
Take the sounds out of hounds
Who dream of such speed
Walk the streams and swim
Growl in cold mountains
Leer at fountains
Because they are scared of water
Intrepid like midnight dreams
Howling like a wolf's bane
Purring like a night cat's fear
Pulsate like the trees in the windy weather
Or a blind man's cane that occludes

Head on babe
Slowing my wait
Over to my place
How's the journey
I'm in a coffee house
Looking at the scenery
Of couples
Looking at each other eyes
Feels nice

You keep me company
When I'm asleep
In the morning
You give me reason
To laugh
When I'm yawning
You finish my sentences
When my thoughts become
Noisy

When life turns to dust
You're the rain that brings it up

Life is a series of events
As sure as the sky is scattered light
The sketches of a landscape
May depict such beauty as Godly
This is what it is to be breathing
We are breathing
As sure as the seas have salt in them
When we stand on a coastline
We can feel the air rush
As blood travels the roads of corpuscles
The salt in the air
The salinity
Oh, how I long for thee
You are love
As sure as I am dreaming
About being free in the salty breeze

Towering over my own dead body
I saw a mirror image of me
Contemplating I was it's reflection
Now the body lays bounded by chalk
It's a finality
Dying
It's finality
Living
Keep living
Or get busy dying

Re-turned and no way
To return to the home
Another day
Of desolate rowing
In someplace, I like to call my own

We speak to each other
Buds that blossom, look at each of you
Except these are the words I'll use

If the day breaks as we do
Then when night comes
Do people fall asleep like the sun does breezily
If we love like bees and fish do
Then when your nature comes out oblivious
Do people fall blind like justice does, since, you're cinemascope
If we walk in the footsteps of cultural acts
Do people follow their mothers and fathers or the tracks of their tears
Or wrap their head around what they can't say about their fears
I love your paintings
I can't place any of the seas and wind
I love how it shows tonight's ostentatious highlight
Exorbitant and deliberate, I love your way about

You are the reason
I tie myself to the past
And never make it past today

With a different kind of color
Her roses are a blur in the road to heaven
In the desert, she is my water
When I'm stuck in the middle of the Seine
Often wondering where the sky goes
When we are looking at the moon
And time flies with places to move to
I can always count on you
To accept my roses, hopelessly
In love with your hands
As well your lips which sign some sort of
Affection for my roses
Such are the rosy cheeks, that my bouquet
Seems futile indeed

My lover is exigent like silence
In divergent streets
Looking for the thunder and lightning
We meet eye to eye without malice

With some rumors hushing into oblivion
Making conclusions on the wall
She looks from the exiguous corner of her eye
At my white and brown turncoat, to look at my pallor

I tip my hat to Mark S and Traveler
In suits, loitering in the dark
The soul violates the laws of physics
It now stretches thin and turns violet at the corner

It must be moist and hazy at dusk
The ships are bound to sail
The harbours are waiting patiently for dark
Without air to breath, I loosen my neck

I beckon to my companion, tell me her name
She has poetry with lyric and passion
But, she hasn't a point to make
Then she says, I don't like flowers

They make us seem vain
Where do I go now, she has my attention
I take a seat in the bar near the Waterloo station
The chiming clouds signal rain

I may never go out, as Lori walks hand in hand
From the ashes, I take my cigarette
Offering her a **** to smoke for a phantasmagoria
As the midnight comes to a calm

It's been more
Than 50 years of poetry
And you are dazzling followers

The world is ours to keep
The key is in the depth of the ocean
One has to swim to the bottom of hell
As a fish paddles in empty water that gives in clusters
Soon, a jellyfish will swoon by as we scuttle like a turtle
Impervious to the sharks of the dark alleys
The world is ours to keep and the peddler tips his hat
The violent vale cannot be seen from down below
Only the setting sun can dream like a dizzy porpoise
Like the ethereal sky kisses the dolphins
They jump in troops like the warriors of this Earth
We have finally who can protect this world
The world is ours to keep
Not the petroleum companies with their lies
As they sell their comatose by the loads
You look ill, I'll get the key for you

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

I remember when
The rain was a daily occurrence
Windows would shut and bottles would float
On the empty streets in the wind
It was a sudden love that went scarce
Or the disappearance
Of my hometown
That I started to cry
I still miss the rain
That reminds me that tears can hide
This is your hometown too
Where I scurry in alleys and run near trains
The cars will pass me by
Like my childhood does
The trams and rickshaws will go on double time
The buses fare
Everywhere
It's not the same
If I'm not here
Without my friends
If you can understand
What it's like
To be away for years
Then I may be talking of your own town

Why people never
Understand flawed people
Is something that lingers
They have the most beautiful laugh
And the shortest smile
If you blink, you will miss that half
You need to solve the mystery
Despite, their shortcomings
They are the ones who put you out of misery
Unlike the ones who are forgiven
For being perfect and beautiful
It is the broken hearts that mend others
In the end, turning ugly

So you choose this cafe
Of all places to state
Your reason
For existing
For being my delight with caffeine
Sweet

My father was a monster
In my closet, under my bed, inside
Never near my beside with a nursery rhyme

Episode after episode
My tippling friend
An azure sister
Made love
Called up a crimson tide
Every time he had an episode and cried
Handed in his notice to a blue collar worker
She had a beer with the girl of his dreams
The men fear the backdoor man's hunger
Tearing the flesh till they are cunning
The leopard's child slept under blue skies
Pale as the afternoon
He wakes up mewling
His skin turns gold
He slept naked near a churlish kid
Who simply wanted to go to church
With the leopard skin lady
With cheap perfume and shy eyes
All he got was too much Sunday preaching
He became a little lost
In detention, they let in the dust
A religious head had him
To himself
Not much charismatic is his sermon
His Father is lewd
And his flower is waiting for the summer rain
He had episode after episode
Until everyone paid attention
Till he kept convulsing as long as they stayed
Gentile or Jew,
The wind was awash with tempests
Remember Phlebas who shared the fate of the ship
My love, desolate and empty
And it will be too many deaths
Till we know
La petite mort

I guess you love me for sentiment
That's why I think I can live forever
But, let's begin from the start

The heaven for us, we'll share and nurture
For I know that's it is love and much more
Maybe, its why I adore with all my heart

Your innocence and beauty
So different from one another
We share something that grows

I got a passion to write
But the heat's too much
To preserve the paper
Of my thoughts
Writer's block

She said I had flair
I stared at her hair
In those street lamps
That signalled my distress
As a stranger in green rivers
I had witnessed someone so blue
Who was willing to turn herself into
Blue in green
By jumping over the moon
That's when I met her in school
She took paint in second grade
I loved in an instant
It was the fire so pure
She watered her colors
I saw gold in her palette
Never had I seen such beauty in flesh
She had painted a portrait
However, I wanted a sketch just the same
She layered the colourless paper with her mind
It looked a lot like me when I saw her
In the water

Insults are as
Barren as the
Desert wind that takes them

Started with counting stars
Now the end's near
I count my place among the stars
That traveled with me along the years
Taming temperamental celestial bodies
With planets in the sphere
To give them gravity
Telling the extraterrestrials we are here
Within the milky ways and multitudes of galaxies
I find myself dormant
When nature's near
Because I know
That I'll never be taller than the alpines
That seem arboreal
And lighter than the breeze
That brushes against those needles
Of the cold climatic cones
Along the lurking lines
And really,
that's where I am alone