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

The seconds hand snaps and clicks
In the art studio
Dawn comes upon the cold horizon
With a solitary lamp shining at five in the morning

Shaking off the darkness and all the gloom of yesterday
Under the blushing sun, the green of grass
As the traces of the past fade into oblivion
The nocturnal birds wince at the sunrise

With splotches of paint upon a cream canvas
Crafting silent trees laced with rusted leaves, gently
A northern wind bends the fluttering flowers
A flurry of raindrops smudged with my brush

When the morning is in full bloom
Bringing with it sunlight and courage
The dew drops glimmer on the spears of grass
As the warm wind wakes the morning doves

All of nature alive, almost in prayer
The music flows through the air
Even when I cannot face another day
A beautiful sunrise always takes my breath away

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

The essence of you fills my idea of your arousing triggers. If only I could go deeper, then, I'd be a woman.

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.

Angel
I know your name not your song
From every corner of a room
Maybe you will see the light in the dark
I might be wrong

Between us there is no talk
A full circle and the endless sea
A moon meant for us
On empty streets, you fly or glide
I know not where our lonely skies touch

Angel, seemingly lost
The earth is for us and our purpose
Emboldened, you cross water and land
Wondering where it all ends
It is all embodied by silence

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

Feeling the pieces
Ferrying the mandate
Across the races
In the splintered waters
Of the glacier-like iceberg
We just hit the tip of the frozen brook
And we screen so low
To reach new heights of ruin
The antecedent of this being, inherent good

the cars crossed by me
the stars walked
the moonlight shone on me
the time passed by me
but the past followed
Like a shadow

Hey darling
Look at those cubicles
Of couples staring
Into each other's eyes
Without a care

Hey duckling
You keep pouting
And crying
What's gonna take from me
To keep those tears from rushing

You'll live for
Many years
In broken heart's core
Gosh, what an ache

Hey darling
Lemme brush that hair
Lemme cut a piece of it
Play with it on your fair skin

Fish aren't meant too climb
Monkeys aren't meant to swim
You read the first line right

The sacrifices
You make, mother never grow old
But, my excuses do

I walked into a field
Full of dragonflies
The trees seemed to stand with purpose
As well as drooping in the heat

It was time, when the pleasant skies were grey
As the sounds of the wind mingled
With the noiseless wings of a thousand airplanes
Flying without care or a destination

When I looked into my memories
I was reminded of how small the sphere of life was
Then, I reminisced those leaves in the haze
Of a thousand dragonflies fluttering in the breeze

Life seemed worth living again
With my dog right by my knees
The rain now pours outside
It is a pity I cannot be with those angels.

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

have any nice ideas
For our worker's in the ditch
Digging
Filling it's height
With the turmoil
Soil breaks his shoveling plight
I hope he makes through the stitch of time
Looks like he might make it through
I hope the lamp's giving you light
And oil's in the keeping
With your sight

Released into the blood
Steely like a sleepy gun
Until your imagination
Takes form of fun
With the pillow of heat
And sunshine
Of love
Had won
And the crime had been undone
By my lover on the run

If I live to die
I shall cry till my heart faints
In bets, I found lust behind that vain lady
She says does the moon shine like my charming face

Sun burns bright or does gold turn to diamond rust
Tigers tread on such an ablation
Soon a dull ache will turn into a whisper
Hear that Eli Eli Sabbachtani cry in my sea of change

Strangers with electric fur and wires
It has been years since I heard you
Most prey whisk away from my thin hands
She says,"Je suis trop peur pour toi." with some concern

Live or die
Apples fall from trees, they rot
Spring season reminds us things, we slept
Winter, that once was a warm shelter now shivers and wilts

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

Blue is the warmest color, rushing
New people to get ready, waiting
For summer to come as a surprise no longer, lovingly
Springing sprightly calves of the lands to their feet, rejuvenating
The days of cloudiness that will end, finally
Blue arrives again out of the land, feverishly
When the eater and the eaten meet eye to eye, silently
When the poet and the audience see eye to eye, properly
Appreciating the acting and composing, rueful
Of death as they disappear into the holy skies, leaving
The colors of life, circling
Behind us an ecosystem of plants and animals
It is beautiful neither to be living nor dying
Let us go then you and I, curiously
Into the circle of life without suffering

With such variety
Such a garden blooms
Eager, for somebody
With a personal diary
Eager, for somebody
I look for the truth
In the veracity of claim
That he loves people
As much as piano concertos
A subliminal cornet rings
Sibilant in harmony
Such is the rhapsody
Of my tender heart
That seems to flail vehemently
For my love
For my joy
For my ode to tocsins
Loud enough to wake up
The light of my life
Sleeping so softly
Like a lullaby
Like a Berceuse
Such a garden blooms in a myriad transgressions
Bearing the fruit of my age and labor
All found within a forgotten flower
He is that somebody

The new age is what remains
Of what crumbles as it extends
It's sinewy hands on a road of memorable debris
Mixed with memory of rain and the electric heat

What is true as ice and fire
Has turned to ashes soon, as the building in the corner
It joins the rest, like the tears of skies
That are stars which know the joy of freedom

Yet, saddened by their lack of mirth on this earth
I know with isolation comes a need to be noticed
With being noticed comes a need for solitude
What remains of the past is her fur and wainscot of her house

What covered us in a storm
Has gone from the tattered welkin, if it existed
What gave us green on a grey day
Once had shade for weary travelers before autumn fall

Motions of course and change
Oceans through night and mighty gales
Sundance in the shade and pages of blue brocades
Alas! When time comes all the world shall be my world!
And you my manly page will fold your deck
Until we find light in dark
There will be only one boy in the stable
At least you'll be my final eternal reflection
I'll be the river of Stygian dreams where sorrow saddens
Where you seek destiny and lies
Ancient ruins still reside ruinous and timeless
Where a traveller once wandered the gardens
The borders of prosecutors and senators fully equipped
Grapes squashed by squalls, till the boy turns squalid
Can one take such agony in the mooned drapes
I gaze at her, almost mooning
I'll show you her futile dream of being boyish still
All the world's a world and the stage is set for the staged play
I'll show you soon, my love is better
******* is like playing except
It needs a stage and a spectacular performance

Simpler desires, you're made of
Someone traps herself in those criminals fires
Born with the sword, that has no name unless
It's pulled out of the stone, you are just like me
Waiting for someone to gather strength
Opportunity in the air, and you're still breathing
I suppose you see some hope and responsibility
I'd tell you to go towards your destiny unbound
Have your friends on the sides and destined to divide
Attenuating isn't it that you look for complex desires
Freeing the slaves looking for slavery, telling they don't want to work
But, this isn't where it ends, as much I wail
I cry silently while I'm burning in contempt and condigned pyres
Press and release, tease me only if you can
It's not easy if you try it on compensating terms
Prepossessing situations, do you want an opinion or my patience
Since it's you I should be close to and naming by each look
As I glance across the party, I'm sure to find someone willing to give up their privacy
Namesake, not maybe, you can't change me if I'm looking for a veritable wine for a truthful excuse
Sorry for my behavior, it's almost like my songs are growing old
We can try to bring the youth in the air again, it is better flowing in the righteous hands
Unless you're flailing like a blossoming bud unable to keep track of time past
There are better ways to spend Heaven's time on Earth
That's why I'd rather arrive somewhere than be stuck in the flames
If the fire needs you, I'll just feed you the wire

My lover wants me
But, my mind
Sews up the top half of my soul
While my legs wring in agony not finding ground
In desperation, my fingers gesticulate a fustian
Protecting me from a broken heart

Am I moving forward,
Or going backwards,
Either way, it feels like I'm running away

Twice we ignored
This charming pink house
Where we carried out experiments
In and out came the visitors

Slowly cob webs formed inside the rooms
As gossamer threads
Cloaking over the windows as a tippet does
In and out came the visitors

The charm was gone
Pink turned to red
Little did we know, the house would not be welcome
In and out came the prisoners

Someone following me around

I could've made a song
I could've related to
I could've posted
So I broke mid-song
However, tropics kept in the longing
Of song
Of a trending poem
Of synesthesia
Surreal praising
A beautiful feeling
Surreal Slogans
I'm a surrealist in vain
I guess people make good
Audience,
Yes,
This is slam
****!

The thing about love?
You can either learn from it or run from it
Cutting the shoestring budget
You can bring a typewriter, and polish it with your paper
Or say, ******* I'm writing
Thanks for changing my mind with the catalog of slum-dwellers meant for average-sized houses
Like pigeons and Catholics that should always leave the church

I leave my problems
At the doorstep
Far away from home

Some friends
Some folks
Cuddle up to my kisses
Desires for thighs just okay
Heights of colder man make my home
Warmer men make my bed
Lower men can ease my mind
Cashing on my interests and coursing through my puddles of love

Because I love you
I need you
Maybe, I loved you too much
I was meant to lose you

Music of the soul
Grey areas of the heart
All live in coexistence
I look up at the rain
The shadows exist in the sun
Of our great days
In our better days
We were people
Loved and cherished
By girls that aged beautifully

Crying in vain
It's a teenage flame
Never free again

Your coat of cupboards, armchairs
Roccoco and coquettish cupping the wrong coup
We could be disguised as bloodstreams

                                                                       left some streams, to come upon some this up

Girls waiting alone
In need
Hoping for
Life giving them
A turn
Of adventure
Or just an change
Of venture
Boys waiting at home
Lonesome
From the war
Climbing through vines
I see myself coming closer
To the top
Than creeping closely to
The bottom
Following lively lines
Taking example
From step
I tread
And
At the top
I've found definition
Life's every decision

Dispatch to the brain
We're gonna hit the ******
Request for back-up, vaginal tendencies

Your red lips once were rubies
I would dig out from the depths
And treasure and for those pursuing such love
Have never seen the redness of a blushing cheek

When women come and go
I know that time is on the edge of escape
Sometimes it frees itself from ticking clocks
Sometimes it flies and never comes back

Women aren't time, but the time I spend with them
Digging out the best of them always stays
Nothing remains, but anger and resentment
I wish I could have 'em all

You know why it is beautiful being pretty lucky
You get to wake up next to the face that resembles the sun
Instead, your stomach cramps and you're lonely

the guy thinks he found a lost soul
when you were with him, you knew
you had Found it All

Little did you know you were
Wrong, wrong, wrong
When the phone rings, those memories came rushing

Like some old lover's kiss
And a school crush's whisper
Maybe, you made these things in your head
Like that phone call, which will take you away from
your issues

"You are beautiful" says the average kisser
"You are beautiful" says the hallow, lush whisper
"You are beautiful" says the wrong number too

I wonder if he thinks I am worth it
Is all you contemplate and constantly dissect
Like a clarinet playing notes around scales
All a derivative of one another
Producing a new melody
With every symphony
In the moment of sudden epiphany

The sequacious people
Are intellectually servile
In your loving presence
Kindness is a virtue
For the nascent soul and experienced spirit

Don’t
Do
It

When a thing of beauty and serene sleeps
I alone **** out weeping faceless prayers
And disturbed lands of casted out eternity
And measure worth in sordid affairs
Wishing time lay for this transience and hope
Because I do not, I do not hope to possess
For desire is nothing more than death's endless rope
I sigh ignorant of my hopelessness
Always wondering the endless consequence
Then understand the true measure of myself
And heavily tell the sad reminiscence
Haply, I think my heart moved at twilight
Like a ghostly tree spreading its leaves
From the taint of twigs leaving a spectral sight

The museum call for people
And the extinct relics remind me
Falling in meditated love and religious respect
Sacrosanct people are extinct
Like the blessings of good thoughts
We are in a museum of dinosaurs and understanding people

If I wanted to fight
I'd bring a gun
A memorable experience
In between us is too much
Like a loaded weapon
That's cocked like a kiss
A safety that's gonna blast
If I'm too close
You pry my heart
You forget your danger
If I'm too close
You forget that we are pretenders
Strangers in the night
So, for once let me seek resolution
To call you and bring on the night
Nuggets at 8
And Pepsi, maybe

Soulful and the recipe for ripe wont
Disaster comes onto like a living person's modern smitten image
Besmirched image, to the changes tha, come after Salud
Have I played it well, in the life of didacts and dreamers
If you are a teacher, you might have the most protected warrant
For teaching, and learning is a big part of leaving
What education can change, and someone writs education
Adding and summing up become better when taken as mathematical components
Composite learning and summing the parts, with the edifices of Bonita Applebum, with subliminal mania you get rid of desire
For learning, as opsimaths and savants have one thing in common, they really understand how they can categorically improve their cognitive abilities
In one case it adds up to two people from very different creative backgrounds

A ticking
Clock
Talks

Belief in yourself
Breaks the bubble that is
Build on the sheer concept of flight
Depends on whether you want to count stars
After falling

I dream of dreams
And new beginnings
Call me crazy
I think everything changes
With the whisper in an ear
And whistling rumor
Flickering like thee

The first thing you want
Will be the last thing you need

The first thing you need
Will be the last thing you even find.

Some people may wonder the labor
That goes into being in love
Falling out of it
And in a strange way
Is like a mortal coil
That strangles me to a sudden death

I have myself, and my own poison