We are looking
For people to complete us
But, can we accept the truth

So, you want to be a poet
Through hard times
That brings the worst out of people
To keep you from falling into mediocrity
This is nowhere to be, my friend

Like a boat lost at sea
If you feel you don't have the speed
Or the wind by your side
Don't fret, and let the thunder gather first
Unlike many big ships, your sails might survive that storm

I have been on the ocean
When the sky stopped reflecting on the warm waters
On some days, I could see the deep bottom
Green, murky, ***** and unbeautified by the broken light
Refracted in that polluted water full of salinity

In those depths, you may lose breath
If you can unmask the truth, keep writing
When poetry sees you wait, it will not
It is not as patient as writer's block is
Can you bring some semblance of life
Knowing this

I'd love to let you in
You wouldn't think I was alright
When I cry on the spilled milk
My heart turns blue and eyes turn rouge
It is the happiness of my heart
That leaves me in the dark
Everything is in the wrong place
When I see things in gold and silver
As I lose the ability to recognize an unpolished diamond

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

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

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

Thin romance
Lost in your dreams

                                                         ­       Sips from the murmur
                                                          ­      Age like these daydreams

Many things can be considered beautiful
A song that dances in some
A poet that sings of better
A dancer that writes a lyric
Because it is meant to be

Loving you gave me answers
To questions, I hadn't even begun asking
It is because I didn't understand the depths of me
And I didn't know pain could be so profound
That I had chalked out to electric impulses of the brain
Was actually love hidden in an unassuming moment

I never went to the horizon or the lowlands
All I know about love is Orion's bow
The introductions and serendipitous exchanges
And my favor seeking friends and foes

She runs to school
Every morning
Comes back with her friends
In the afternoon
Washing the dishes
When the moon comes out too
How does she live on the bucks
Of waiting tables all her life
Should living be a gust of wind
Or a rough strife

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.

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

Slow down
If you don't know me
By now
And carry all your burdens around

Take my hand
And place it by your heart
Let me feel the way it softly
Breaks apart

Close your eyes
And drift away into my arms
Sleep till the breaking dawn
Let me whisper goodbye

So hear me once before you cry
Tell me if you're going to be fine
And tell me all your sorrows
As the light breaks for the night

We stare at the clock
As the ticking stops
And see how the years
Go by so quickly now

On the blue ocean
I see wondrous light
In the yellow sun
Under the red sky
When all the colors come
Together, it is the perfect warmth
Like salt water cool against my skin
And warm in the sand

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

The trees
Keeps my sadness
At bay

I know poetry isn't
Beautiful
It isn't meant to be
Because beauty is transient
And subjective
Unless, you love yourself
And make a poet out your mind

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

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

I really wish I could take
My dog out for a stroll under the celestial sky
Yet, working under a cement roof tailored to our needs
Keeps us both safe
While nature is sweating out under the sun
Due to high temperatures
When will we mix money with fun?

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 could tell you
How the rain feels
When it falls on my face
So, I show you a rainbow

I don't think
I could tell you
How much the stars shine
When they fall through the universal periphery
So, I make a wish for you

I could tell you
How much your kisses mean to me
When we are far apart
Because, you know I'm glad you're with me

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

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

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

I leave my problems
At the doorstep
Far away from home

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

In this dead place
Where the corners of the world
On a little earth
Down where the souls are free

The ghosts flee and escape
I see the pain
I see the wind cast a spell

When you sing, the waves meet
The skies find their way again
To the moon and back

Another way, your hands touch mine
When we are worlds apart
I know that we were blind
From the start

Where the summer skies brightly breeze
The winter passes by meant for us lovers
To warm our cold isolated heart's ease

Her eyes are deeper than my favourite song, but sound simple
When our eyes meet, music and symphonies ring
If I had ample time to describe my mistress, all of the seasons would be in vain

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

Did you write the end of
The story
I am pretty sure, it won't ******* write itself

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

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

You explained empathy
In the thoughts of literature
Or sympathy, though I don't need it
I'm ******* getting carried away
So, you can carry that weight?

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

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

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

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

It as easy to
Fall in love
As it is to lose a craving

It sometimes impossible
To listen to good stories
Without laughing at the good parts
That’s why I laugh at my life

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

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

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

In a minor, sudden breeze
While we go our certain ways and linger
You pass the arcade and pick out guilty men

Life is a brief flicker that never ends
When there is a faint wave of her hand
What was a fire is a candle

Of the clouds and waters as one
Under the distant clap of dust and clouds
The sea have lost tumult and tide

When I am not here
Just remember that I am in a paradise
Always here, on your mind

Most likely you will go away
Under the clouded skies
With your pitiful lies

On your face there is a copied smile
That will never leave
As you curl the tip of your nose and coyly shy away

I could remember that I
Cannot just quickly forget
It is time for us to quit

In a minor breeze
There are arcades
That fall silent to your laugh, but, I know you fake

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

I sometimes
Wish my favourite writer
Would call me
To read his book
During this lockdown
It wasn't until puberty ended
That I realised
Writers don't even read their books
They just bang the muses
And write for sheer amusement
Writers wear a silk scarf
To cover the hickeys on their neck
Not to keep the winter out
Or the heat in their starched shirts
Writers wear boxer shorts to bed
And come out naked with their hands full
Literally, one with a bottle
Metaphorically, one with a woman
I would love it
If you read my book
Because life doesn't summarize
Heartbreak in 265 pages

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

This I know about transience
It is the abiding
Of the unsurpassed law of self-improvement

The poetic trees
Keep
The scenery in motion
Of plays in pretty places
The photograph of
her
Kept stuck in position
Possession of her and me
In one theatre
Kept in the movie's motion