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

She takes her place
By the stars
In space
Intended by grace
I met her through the years
Missed her
Presence in the air
The memories
Kept me alive

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

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

The darkness
Brings color
To our soul

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

I held your hand
Walked in the steps of his time
The timeless courage sprayed from Poseidon's mouth
So, we continued on the journey
We counted the stars and stars
As we made a constellation from a cluster of bright lights
You brought us a *** of gold and might
Like a bird leading a hunter to migrate
Soon, the deep sea found you
As the bird vanished into the skies
We moved from hell and away
Eschewed elements from the tragedies
Reshaped the sporadic possibility of a future
My temporary gaze dies on your pure love
My temporal Achilles' heel
So, beyond God, yet, you are mine
As much as I am yours, my master
There is a little black star on the sun, today
When the night comes and the day thins
Your soul will lie in marmoreal eyes of yesterday
The moon will reflect the same charming sheen
That chides me for poor technique
Asking me to mature myself and never cross my knees
As I pull the bows and release
The arrows of conviction and show intelligence
Ruthless in truth and skeptical to lies
I will show you my belligerence in the wind
As I hold you as a zephyr carries us
The silver lining on a cloud will reign again
The thunderstorms will never stop the Apollo's chariot

The trees
Keeps my sadness
At bay

You have the silver
The gold in a mine
Your soul is alright
My life is yours
You are mine
Hearses wash on the tarmac canvas
I can't weaponize freedom
Or explain paradise
It is the feeling
Of being with your withering smile
That shines wistful and listless
Like the golden sun
Ill people walk the streets of gold
Looking for you

At the trepidation of parents
Who died under the samurai sunrise
WIth night and MIG
Midnight Japan you were down
Your harried across the floor
Out the ******* door
Can't you see I'm trying to walk
Through this just society
Trees of a bad movie
You'd just seen.

I sleep under a bridge
The hundred revisions of love letters
Lay rested on a day's rumination on my breast
It is a deep discussion on today's paper
A friend of mine cries out
Our debate has heated up
Our friendship is in cold storage
I doze off to the sound of cold thunder
A plentitude of temptations
A platitude of vast proportions
She walks in beauty of rumbling rumours
She trusts me and laughs like the flowers
When she is tempted to
Our angels may be invisible
But the love feels real
There are plenty of days when streets bleed
In the tension of crime
Which cuts like a knife
The wounded leopards lick their scars
Like a necessitous man lies naked in the cold night
I sleep under a bridge under the towers
Under the cover of your love, waiting
For you to bring me the warmest death
Under a common blue sky counting off the hours
Where I grow old without power or promise
And I shall wear the bottoms of trousers rolled
Lift my head up as I tear away
My sorrows from the fears
As years wind away like the minutes
I will sleep and purify the breeze
As the wind circles the dust under forked lightning
Turning ashes into a handful of lust
My love will leave behind gust
You will remember me as star dust
As you turn your eyes away for the last time, in disgust

I love you never seemed more believable when written.

Warriors walking
Running for their lives
lifeless

Come and be all I need
We can start afresh with no reason to be asleep
Fish in the seas are romantic too
If your eyes are blue, they'd have green like a river in which they move
My love, can I carve you
If I were a carpenter, I would take two years on thy foot
I would mortgage my soul to be carving next to you

Reddest lips often cherry wood, deserve more than this
As love is, I know it best like my first kiss
T'was when I scuttled for enamoring bliss
Eternity to search for you to treasure the last kiss
Your statue would cast a spell on me
I would be proudest to fill the grave, however
While you humbly grace the cathedral with looks unloved
As pleasant as love is
Releasing hate from existence is as necessary
Love its genial adversary
Our daughters will tear from the bark and spread resin

I wonder what this lady's
Likes
On the Inside
To match the sunrise
The very match to the disco lights
Keeping the legs of the table-top
Looking naked in a
Dressing gown
Keeping the lights
A lot of lights
For a town
Inside her palms
On her *******
As she falls from my eyes
In the love underneath
In keeping with the people
listening

Been jimmied by some
The entertainment of the criminals is
In the thrill of the steal, and that is being lonesome
Disillusioned, I'm highly strung by the wrong-doings
In the name of the trust, I accept everyone as my equals
I hope to write a letter that purges me of guilt
With that, I find that case in study is a reflection of the past.

When sadness lies in despair
There is so difference
Between weeping and depression
You are just smothered
By the wait
Waiting
Forlorn by the people that you stand up to
They respect and despise your guts
There's no telling when you'll come home from the other woman
Who refuses to let you go
Now the relation's toxic
Are you planning for a settled childhood
Summoned at will
Or a life among adults who do not know how to wait
For the right person in the life
The only thing that changes the people in your life
Are the ones you make justifications for
Too bad, that you've made the right choice
And you'll live with compromise
It's like a snake in the eagle's shadow
When it lets go
It dies

If you think the truth is nice
Then you might be exchanging too many
Pleasantries without even knowing it

Light in your eyes
The song in the cerulean sky
The blue reflects in your sighs
The electricity is getting behind
I wish you would leave my shoe in the dust
The dust in your eyes
Remove your ambition
The thought like cyan
The intelligence reflected in color
And smartness in colored opinion
Overwhelmed by arguments and lessons
The prime of your protest is in a banner of the sundry
Marched asunder
The revolution came in the summer
But, the sky was red and flagged for communist propaganda
The red wave has now become a progressive idyllic
The cynics in the skeptic's eyes' look dismissive about the west wind
The ode to freedom is wrought with poetic
This is the secret lives of poets
The objects that make it sufficient for me
Fill my imagination with food for thought
Sometimes, contrivances are part of this logical progression
Are we going forward by doubting ourselves
Or keeping a hush on the activism
Except some people believe that words can make the difference
Between extremist ideology and where does, poetry comes
That's where the explicit matter is nudged in the middle
Of the secret lives of poets
In this sequestered sense, we are simply monikers looking for our own identity
As nameless, and spineless some people are
Writing helps liberate the mortal soul
Without forsaking your fame, you cannot have ideas
Hurt by this double-edged sword
We are the secret life of poets bound by welcoming words
And we found solace in our beautiful minds
That makes you special if you cannot write the special heading
On the road, the poetry page doesn't make interference in your daily lives
Tresses past which we are addressing our opinions, this is some mysterious separation of rhyme
In the secret lives of poets, we have no time
But, the eternal reflection can be quite quarrelsome if you don't seek compelling stories out of the waters that reflect in the iridescence
In this colorful descent, there is a question that lies
Where the yellow submarine is, there lies love for the underwater.
That's the state life in which we are, affected by the pronouns
With which we refer to the secret life of poets and the subject pronouns make sense when you accuse poetic device of being restrictive
That's where the secret lives of poets are engrossed poetic devices
The verbs are derivative of their nouns, and thinking is just an object
Secretly we are obsessed by this object of our wishful thinking
Writing about long stories, I revel in the concept of impressive interlocution
But, enough about me
This is a secret poetic plea
Believe us, probably
Intensity inasmuch
The extent of possible outcomes
I was hopeful about this poem, which was slightly influenced

I find writing
On something alive
And dreamy
A dying art
That decomposes into madness

The see-through room
It's a window
Longer than captivity held by the bars

Magazine's made
By the Time's
machine

I see myself in the blue depths of a grey cloud
On a garden in golden fields, except everything is green

Beyond the conscious knowledge of sky and sound
In between you and me, nothingness is a sound

Like a dream
Nothing lasts forever, but, what is a day in the living consciousness?

We have the same blood that makes us so aware
So wary of another, in this despair we share our heart and soul

Will our institutions last
Or is man the only species that will light up a dark alley

We criticize ourselves when others don't look
And criticize others when we look for answers

When does the south
Co-exist
With the north
When they poles apart
First
I found my life
In a sphere
that seems
Like gravity
Took me by the gears
Of tyranny

Pleasure in poetry
After the ax hits
tree
There's no life
For this tree
In this monotony

Got shot down in the parking lot
Working out all the details for my car
Walking out of the town for a boy or a girl
The night lady asks me to stop hinging on what doesn't matter
The 9 pm suicidal feelings
Got my blood yearning
Got my blood turning
Maybe, if you took some time to wait for the pill to settle
Utilizing the thin line between plea and argument
I might be in your bed stopping all the razor-sharp drama
Causing all the popping of the joints in the waxen girl
Who walks through the prostitution rings with her earrings
Crying through her mascara makeup with her whole soul
The 9 pm suicidal feelings
Got my blood yearning
Someone saved my life without warning
I told her to keep her degenerate hands off me
In a fit of rage, I stabbed her in her waxen skin
Realizing real death comes by chance and not suicide

Voices are irrevocable
Because of a warmer philosophy
The earth turns colder like fire and hazel
The voices unheard by the shuffling beautitude

If you woke up
Like this
You have the capacity to stay awake

Good clothes keep all doors opened
Odd clothes bring all doors to a close
No clothes are where you open at the close
Or vice versa

There is no heart
You just
Transcend your beliefs

Wearing down the torture and the welcomes of loved ones
Frowning and smiling glibly wasting across the desert sun
Glued to the **** and *****, it's torture to have been happy-go-lucky

Finally, I said
Wear a grin
The President's men
Have left
In these times
There is sin
Before the junk jangles
And the fire burns the forest
All the corruption is corrupt
And all the bankrupt are ruptured
And we are drinking alcohol
In the concrete jungle

Buffeting the souls
The proclivity of doubt
Keeping the crowd happy, in the same old sound
You think I'm dumb, I wanna know when you're amen to the amends
I don't wanna wait for another love, waiting in vain for the right one

People say they don't know
I keeping the fire from your hands
I burn my foolish soul, with your open hooks
Singing and dancing all at one
Tune for all the dancers in the flickering lamp hanging behind the door

I find your light while waiting for untruths on the bleeding lady
I'll wait to find myself in love
Learning how to add to the sheltered beds serving the company
People say they don't know me, I don't know you either and your time

My music could be forever
Is this love I'm feigning, feel your life say truths in captivity
Touch my heart, with your shrouded glance near the river of sorrows
People say they don't know me, they don't know what is hiding
Is this love fleeing thy will
What is this death on the valley of souls burning bright, that flows in the ground

Or shining like cars circling the buses following the swirling record stores
The pin marks the head in silence

You know I'll love
With an impassioned love
And a childlike innocence
Now, rest my child while my passions follow adult me

I could not control
My hunger
My heart's gone cold
Nothing's gonna change my mind

The depth of disguises
My foolish pride will not change my life

I could not control who I am
My rights and life which is one of captivity
My life will stay the tides of ants and I'll like to keep
My ideas in the chambers of ligature marks

I am left with an anthill that never moves in the motionless fan
Applications of killing and impressive stories
All under a microscope, when will I free my mind and apply lessons

I could not control my anger
My strength and learned much will do
They can find their way to love so I don't burn

Watch my struggle
With words in this poetry and they tell me to house my mind
In crooked paragraphs and silent verses burning

I drank so much and wrote
I had to quit writing
And start fighting wild in the mildest dream of ****** freewill
Like a candle in the wind, crazily dancing like flickering imagos
It got worse when the roof leaked and the coruscating light died

I followed you down the circles
Of free skies that breath wind
A man without ambition has no wings

Writing quickly, like sailing,
Floodlights of beatnik,
Universe,

Where poets keep the words short,
The energies strong
Shakespeare keeps our grammar
Alive

The smell of coffee in the rain and cluster of stars
With a sip of the morning, some sun is visible
As I read the news
I say I love you

The afternoon is identical, I know I want you
With the undulating sunlight
Sitting on the roofs of distant huts and the saddest Gods cry

I know the night is different, those spirits lift me up
When the sun is gone and my demons come alive
I think upon a star, when I need something

I wish for you in vain and think of you just the same

For all that the sound of silence has shown
You dream of rising with shade
And Sunsets before the morning gaze

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

If lovers turned to starry skies for love
If strangers looked for rivers of gold near a sensual romantic harbor just for coincidence
I'd rather go fish

If I touch you
Tell me immediately
I want to know your inner
Motions
That make those desires
That turn your metaphors
Into emotions
Love can't be grasped
But, I guess I have the concept
Abreast
Life's loss is found in the souls of many loved ones
Life cannot be framed in the right words
So, stumble over yourself
And get that girl you always wanted
She'll pick out the right sentence
You will not have to worry about speaking the right words
Have you ever been in love?
My love
It's like looking into a mirror
And imagining the day never ends
Kind of like looking through the window
Of your eyes
And not having to look at my insecurities
In the textures of your soul

Hanging from the ropes
Falling at break-neck speed
Slow chill to the spine develops
Among the stoic subjects

Waiting for you in the same way
A needle in a haystack
Hopes to bring silence, pin-drop silence

A poet isn't supposed to be beautiful
He is someone who is at the right place
At the wrong time, and makes it right
With his words and mind.

You left me as a work in progress
A poem unwritten
A song unsung
When I am complete
I won't need your help
If I do, I will be completely undone
Cast aside by the thought of you

I know without color
Life can seem monochromatic like a montage of fading memoirs
Each as indistinct as the next, yet all are unrecognizable from afar
But, tarry for awhile for the rainbow is fainter than the bright light
Of the sun peering through muddled haze and grey skies

Under the clouds, when we wish for warmth
We get rain, but the flowers and trees look so beautiful
In their moist forest green and blue hues that brush across land
As wind to the mane of a pretty girl that fazes the merry men

Life without color and the heat of emotion
Is almost black and white
Life being the white and love being the splash of dark
Like a bird singing during silent dawns to make the day bright

There's a certain power
In being happy
And content
When others around you
Just don't care
About whether you live or die

Because it shows you give a ****
About yourself

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

When the sunlight breaks into the depths of the forest
I'll know that the leaves have grown back
That once withered with last year's winter
As the summer takes up its place

When the hours go flying by
I'll think upon the past
And the memories will keep the love alive
But what was lost is nowhere to be found