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

I leave my problems
At the doorstep
Far away from home

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

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

The bird flying on wings of adolescent imagination
Never stops imagining an escape
However, unforgiving landscapes make an example of adulthood
That's why I am the unforgiven
But, I still rise, stoically
From the ashes, devoid of ephemeral memory
Born to end the cycle of rebirth, once again

It's not the mind that stops me
It's the mind that propels me
And the heart that brings me stillness
In this love meant for crazy people

All of the days when the skies
Are soft and cloudy
The night like trees
Grow high up above
And when the rain falls down
I seem to be lonely
Thinking of love and compassion
The day falls in line with the heart
At the end of the rope
There is a tire hanging
A sleeping man lulls in a hammock
Peace is easy and creeps in suddenly
My life is a sum of my lows
In the highest places
There is only the darkness
That carries me
I always wondered what destitution is
Or where I would be
If my life would be a lonely road
In the heartbreak, you'd be passing by
Crossing my heart, till I hope to die

The water has really shown me
What it is in your eyes
Only a deep pool of salt
Can dry the tears that rain from your face
As you pace the streets
With a beggar's bowl like lost pearls
Scuttling across the streets
Life has been unkind
Let me kiss you quick
Before you fall into a trap
My goodness is with you
Keep my candle carefully
Let it's incandescence flicker
As I speak to you only the eyes touch me
It is for good luck
It is good luck that we met too

Magicians are interesting
They can conjure
And trick someone
They are similar to God
In some ways
They are as powerful
Because they can trick the mind into believing
Like faith and religion

I wish I could express
My pain to you
But, words don't cut that
Deep

Stood up by her date
She was inside crying in men's washroom at around midnight
She was lush and plump ready for cable TV
Or a night out in blue jeans or white pants to hide bare buttocks on unknown alleys
Play and pause as the law stood by on gender roles
She was to be mine only
She shared the restroom blues with blue eye Vera Lynn
As she wailed during her weekend in the boy's washroom and had him later
Maybe men's clothes have some plus points such as lose underwear
Which she would wear after a night in my Paris
Last I saw her, was in her happiest haze
I'll smile on this dead planet just for these stories where jealous hearts sing equity
My heart will smile too like I heard moanin' Jack Daniels and overleaped
I'll please and release myself
Or must I be shackled and bound by general propriety
Look at the one who handles the loom with unseen unction
Pray observe the ones who do less than brew tea for parties and let dogs out for a walk
She liked my simple things and I liked that
My love story ended when here it began for her once more

Purpose in life
Is as lost
As finding meaning
However
There isn't a day that
Goes by
That nights don't feel colder
It may be the weather in general
But I have never felt more at ease
When sleeping in quilts
In the cold nasty breeze

With my alluring hours with time, cut into and wrapped with vinyl vicious trimmings mummified in your dreams in the cool of the evening
Blithe, and I can’t speak it’s spooky iron fields cremated likes similar to telex and shout-outs from isthmuses, semaphoring to-and-fro
Keeps me company, with punctual accusations

Come together
In silence
Or never speak again

If you listen to the humdrum of water
Slow paddle of boats on the mire
You will notice the langurous breeze
Coalesce with the humidity
The bumbling flies and flying bees
Ferry the nectar of a thousand trees
In all this noise
You can hear the Amazon sing

Its the lack of a sound
Of my throbbing heart
Enough of this pretending
Stealing doesn't come close to the damage you've done

This is the closest I've come
To being free from the shackles
Of your control
So let me go, I'll carry my words elsewhere

Let me drown into a sea of endless dreams
Where you can hear the whispers of circling waves
And the reddest sunlight bedazzles your mind
In the lilac clouds of the northern sky

The sea breeze touches my parted lips
My parched throat longs for water
My aching body hurls itself on the shore
The spinning shoreline suddenly darkens
As if the hounds of hell ascended
It's insensate, paralyzing screams penetrate the sky
Her eyes are the first green I see
They permeate my body
And she closes her arms
Around me, lifting me to the crying heavens
The fish will always swim beneath

There is a rounder
Sun that settles
When the flowers are blooming
Sure that the earth is revolving
But, I will say the prudence
That makes your beauty
Is beyond love

Sometimes I will sit
Under the clouds
That shift and make shapes
Surreal and unreal
But, my heart will always
Know that it belongs to you
Under a rainbow, always

When the moon
Hides behind the purview
Of the darkest sky
The sun is waiting to come out
And the moon loves break through
My heart will know peace
Everyday if you are with me always

Sometimes I know
In the world
As long as
I can cope with your head
If you are in love with me
A struggle becomes a juggle
I giggle and cry when I am with you, always

I love cups of tea like twigs signing to the air. Swinging to and fro with nothing to care. I like women and wooing them with cups of tea and woollen mittens to amuse them. They ask me to hold their fingertips as they shoot moonbeams from there lips. I like cups of tea that need to be caressed by rudimentary teeth on ruby lips. I like sipping cups of tea peacefully as I shape my hands around that ceramic and dream of rivers of jade. I like dreaming of celadon too as it reminds me of the emerald ring that I bought for you. Where I proposed to you in the coffee shop. Down the hall where the best mind knew the best friend I knew I had found my worst critic. I wish love could last as much as my liking for cups of tea. I like cups of tea because I love peace as angels sing and chant cantos in some silver Oak. Where we look for spring in the perennial winter. Your arms around are like winter twigs holding leaves that may fall soon. My memories are weak and a week old. My memories are frail and untold. I love cups of tea as you can tell from my hate for coffee.

If the feeling of conquering
Rids you of the thirst
Then, try conquering the desert

Across the swimming
Sea food
Sushi (so she)
Lives

I can hear it in the streets
The mind is trying to touch my fears
Instead, bravery is enslaved by people on their knees

The daylight hits the streets
The vessel of fallacies of thousand miles
Understands when I need to leave my current path

I'm on Kansas streets
Looped in streets and taking roads that will change
Like I hope that you will change, but, you just get angry

We never get anywhere with this fighting without culture
A peaceful instance isn't culture, it's a shot heard around the world
A sailing soldier on this endless river, we never agree

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

My girl is away for a while and I can still time
When I am with her, I can still feel her
We shared coaches on a long train and passing the fields
The countryside was different now

It was beautiful when she was near
She was a beautiful girl that I revered
I didn't deserve her

My love is in my heart and there it swallows itself
Guiding me through life and processing the jagged edges
Along the way, when she left
I didn't deserve her I said, but a cuckoo still sang for my vanquished state

A crisis is eminent
The credence is gone
Accrued interest
All the fiduciary responsibility lost
I need an eternity in Emerald Glass Ceiling
Where bars let in the green sun
And the surreal nation
Knows a dictator wears pajamas
Like any person wears pajamas
But, many of the poor sleep naked
And the dictators and kings
Are never naked
They can wear emerald around their tin cans
On Grand Street
Up and down the block
Below the alley within Belgrade
The mailbox is locked
All responsibility is lost
Stolen cash in the cash register
No one can talk about the burning house
Where the hurt ate liver pie
Calculating the next Christmas wine
Emerald colored sky
When will you cry?
Cry till sun beats for forgotten souls
Moonbeams turn green
Into the ocean unknown cockles and fettered fish
Hooked by reflection of water and moonlight
Eternity in a palm of God
Looks like a winning hand

When you leave my bed with the pillow astray
I cannot help, but think of the days
We spent together in bed
It is all water under the bridge

And should be forgotten
Cast away like a disposable cup
Except, that cup has your lipstick stains
And the pillows have your smell

The bridge still has your aura
Your memories have not left the places
We once shared near the beautiful bridge
I still see your reflection in the river

As I lean over the balustrade
Some day I will have the courage to take a leap of faith
For now a swim in the Seine, as I fade
Into the night light without spectators to see me wash away

You are so sweet
I battered my heart
Trying to mix it in your cup of tea

Broken down
In the dumps
Still hovering
The humps
Of living
Chameleons
Stuck in the desert
Coexisting
With Camels
And Cactii
I know I'm living
By the Sun's time
No watch or compass
Although
The hourglass
Full of sand
Makes me pass

Around people
For eternity
All wisdom surrounds me
But the experience escapes me
Quite surreal

The lean mean man
Is a thin starved person
I can see light traces of you in those eyes
In the darkness of moonlit streets

To the wake of wailing dawn
As the night escapes
The teeth of winter
Asking it to stay longer

Bear, inamored fish, lynx, mountain lions
Assemble at the cold waters in quiescence
To their aching bellies and thirst
Not enemy or foe

Undulating waves cause ripples
As a doe passes over the stagnant shore
Only to hear a whirlpool come aboard
Escaping its jaws by a whisker

The wake of wailing dawn gone
The night lingers on
Asking us to stay alone
Only to bring human out of animal

Have you ever seen the rain
Fall upon a river in a forest
Dark and deep
Passing through the backbone
Of civilization like a backdoor
To your street address
It longs to touch your skin
Simply looking through a window
Like sunshine breaking through grey
Pitter patter it falls
On a shattered heart of glass
Have you ever seen the rain
Or cold snow on window
And how many lies it leaves behind
Have you ever seen the rain
Or the true light
I often find your back to the door
Empty cigarettes smoked
Wilting in the fire
Broken dreams cannot stay
A flying paper plane
That caresses the lamposts on cobble ****** road
Can still fly once again
Let us cover each other in linen
Till dusk hides the sunset
And foggy climes cover the ground
From dusk till dawn
Have you ever seen the rain
At night
You will find me drenched
Waiting for you everyday

Love finding that I love talking to you
I am all over it
I suppose
A treasure trove, a confusing cornucopia
Ordinary life can be quite easy
Unless you're trying to better, for somebody else
It's very feeling that keeps you awake
When you should be asleep, with someone else
On your arm and ear to ear, the fan stirs the hairs lightly
Your arduous glances show some dizziness, maybe I'm just livid
But, I remember vividly that you were characteristical about ***
Quite a character, you were an affair, not a friendship
Not a rendering resident in my empty mind
Why goest in thy shiny car, without the single time in the night?

With society
Don't give a **** about
A person's misery
an innocent girl lurks
A presence in the state of memories
Without a doubt
A feeling
That seems too real
Say it with me Photons excite as much as the other girl you like
TO help you stay confident

I would like a green field
That turns to the golden sun
Like a comet
That chases as long as it burns
Some days are diamond
Some days require a little warmth
And sometimes
The one who hurts us
Has a heart made of limestone
That is all time does for us
It is all on me
I know that now
As the sun came down on me
After all the days
The signs made sense
As you flew away
Into the distance
I understood
Life isn't beautiful
Time is
As it helps me forget

Perturbed by the thought
What's a worry
If you do not have prior inhibitions
The posterior argument, is you do not stop
But, reconsider the consequences of your callous doubt
Crowded around protesting crowds, bombs ticking silently in bags of clouds
Cherishing and chinchillas running like limericks
That I can't tink like trinkets
Glasses that should be served and primrose deepens in color
Of rose wine and red blood, the presiding appeal of reds, as long it blushes into better hues
I keep digging, to not come out
That's how I judge until I touch the rocky bottom
Nudge in the rock bottom with my buttressing tools and clinical trials
Like racial profiling of the blue-blooded

These people meet so effortlessly
When will I make contact
With somebody
The universe sends signs
I am the only one it denies
Now I have an opportunity
To bring my ideas to light
How will I leave the dark
I need a place in this city

The sunrise on a cold October month
Will turn invisibly bleak as it is dunned
By olden earth that once was, with no epistle
Tonight those forests will have soft vessels
Within each tattered willow, a raven no more
Amid the quaint land of the earth, without words
On the tides of cold and sullen winter
Like a raven's call that hinted the day's weather
I know not how the verges thinned
But, of the devil, my sorrow lives within
Possessed by deep knees pulled by deep sea
What once was will always be
Of a soul that was once free in the vast emptiness
Now there is a canopy, standing in its place

Surreal street
My neighbor's house still is green, gates open
Hangs from the clothes line, the halcyon image
Stuck inside these cold walls, a celadon boiling pan
In red and azure, granite and brick lay strewn
Like an unseen wind, that bellows in my neighborhood
Blue is the warmest summer, sun looks like day
When the skies turn to nubile solipsism, night changes
Polaroid of my childhood reminds me of the lost time, stars were fantastic
This was where I grew tanner and older, now we have grown
We just have love in common, there goes the police
Yoking together law and power, a colored footprint
Turning the graves more and more, concrete trees
Exiling the tenants, food for free
Keeping the truth alive though, but hope has died
The missing girl has now come back, with a Siamese cat short
She is on a holiday, in the UK
She reads much of the night, and goes away
Lest the memories feed on her lung, tail and heart
Tales from a storefront, is her only recluse
Her friend is now a balloon

The downpour rocks the forest gently
Trees cast under the spell of the howling wind
Almost asleep as the golden leaves shudder in silence
As a wolf calls out in the distance

The freshwater lilies fall into a reverie
As the raindrops splash and spray on the streams
Playing their enchanting melody
Slowly rocking the rested bream

On days when I'm tired and frayed
I think upon the song of the rain
Helpless the storm inside
I find solace as time passes by

It was Sunday that she shuttled
The bell rung out
As tocsins in her cerebrum
She couldn't keep him out of her system

Hearing time hurrying nearer
Scurrying, hurrying nearer
Around the surface, him
Through alley (Where is he?)

Narrower
With every footstep
Until it opened up
To view of the ocean

That was real
He lay in the boat
Taking the storms on even keel
Reeling in the sails with the love of preservation

Pulling himself
Aboard
Without shirt or sign of sweat
All she could think of was... every moment coalesce

How could his smile
Evoke so much emotion
In this insipid world
The ocean tides over the docks by the bay

There's a lassitude, a bit of it in the fresh air
I wish I could say they kissed
But, the sun had set and they were sharing it
Every moment had come to this.

I write poems for people
Dreaming of Spain
But, my heart's here

My best friend
Is bit of a raving lunatic
Too soft at heart though
That's my dog for you
She can climb mountains too
But she is an emotional rollercoaster
That's my dog for you
My best friend
May not be the brightest one in the lot
But what she has she has got a lot
A bit of wolf and loyalty

I want your lips close
To mine
Yet, I want to give you space
Everyone needs their time
Soon when the time is right
I will utter something beautiful
Not love songs
But, how I am closer
To kissing
When I am not near you

Yet, your kiss is on my mind

A fire burns in building and home
In which you live and eat from soup stoves
Not moving from the tin ***
That tells me that you don't look for love

It was Saturday and late
All my food was scattered on the plate
There was a fairy queen hiding behind the dishes
And as the wheels spun, she lay cloistered behind a window, looking outside

I could see fire in her eyes
But, ice in her heart full of seas
I could swear that her name was Deborah
And she was wearing a wreath made laurel and gold

Well, I was a cleaner
But, I couldn't look back
I saw something sooner
Than my knees touching the floor

I guess I was just seventeen
When my dreams meant something to me
As long as they helped me sleep
They would creep into the nights of satin

I should have left her on the avenue
But, she left me with no room for thought
So I hurt myself and flew south
Paying dues for a broken heart

On Saturday, it was alright
Who goes the very next day?
For endless prayer, so the bitterness can end
To look for a friend named Deborah

Because the naked sun showers on the closed window
I have reached the end
Or lived to tell the tale of death
I wish I was dead, I am losing breath though

We, the people, bear a violent urge
To protest in our sleep
Our planet lives off the work of men
God needs to hear us all speak, I imagine him as a teen with headphones

The Earth can soak me up
To dry and cleanse it
We have to wrench the fabric of time, after all
The blood shed will haunt us, not as memorable as dogs in tutus

If a single life is wasted
Don't waste a breath on a new leaf or money on trees
So, how will our planet ever live?
I hope we have slavery next, that should last us a few more centuries

Never bare your soul
You are always part of the picture?
Black lives matter?
Honestly, who hasn't heard it before, except millions who should stop

I miss you
If I said I didn't care, it'd be a lie
I'm as sure as ever
And my heart has cried this time

Your skin and lips that brushed hard against mine
I miss that
But I long for your gorgeous smile
That lights up the room in the blink of an eye

******* that looked tight and shapely in your floral dress
I do miss that
But maybe not as much
As the rest of you

And how you swept your hair that day
Off your face? I just stared at those brown eyes
I hope you know that miss all of you, I do
These are the traces of that day

If my tears felt like warm rain
That would drizzle upon the windowpane
Your kiss upon my cheek would feel like heaven
And November ends

I've missed you so much
Hoping you'd think of me too
When you sip your morning coffee
Without me

Some smoke comes from the window
I wonder if it is you burning
In anticipation, with a lit cigarette
Ashes to ashes
Dust to dust, as is spoken
At every deathbed

If I could send an empty
Page, I would have to recall
Your life
It could appear on numerous leaflets
Like sun shade comely as none at all
Money banks and padlocks on her Hessian father's door
I escaped from his house to reach your doorstep
Only to leave with mobs
That's why my life is life to no one liberty at all
Living nor dead, I saw into the heart of the light
I had heart none, no words spoke
Before my mouth opened
With kisses you came into my life, and the crowd
Rabble roused
I don't want to be aroused without freedom to live for

The uninhibited circumstance
That quiets down your doubts
Can help you change your mind which is in an exhibit
Are you just dreaming for a future
Or a better future for yourself
Either, the individual's conscious decisions are
Reciprocated by that individual's desires
It's just some sunflower swagger
What the hell is sutra, if you can't position yourself in front of the Sun?
Existence unencumbered
Predilection is a precursor for a steadfast stride
The yellow windowpane of that house
Is just a crud-crusted window that blocks the rearview
Well, I realized what is sutra, and the trust you have in your mellifluousness
Life isn't all musical, but, there is some music to those seeking hope
In fact, they kind of hear voices
Which are kind of blue?
I wonder if the melancholy jazz is enough to soothe your supplementary soul, the acerbic and subversive