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

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

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.

This is a little
Embarrassing
So please sing

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Her honesty
And it's still sweet
With a little brutality
One cannot hate the truth
When it comes from those truthful lips
And lying eyes
With a seductive smile
There is nothing I wanna change
About her
Only that I loved her

Magazine's made
By the Time's
machine

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

My head is always a cloudy sky
On days when it turns grey
The sun hides away
And very few play in the rain

The empty streets of my skin
Are pockmarked with lush trees
The rain goes and there's a sunny day
Most hide in the shade

This heart was once a home
A couch caked in dust
Cobwebs have made the corners their residence
Its garden is filled with weeds instead

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

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

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

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

Modernized
Inclined
Spontaneous
Sorry

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

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

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

It is because you
Are the best father
That I know to speak true

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

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

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

The sky rumbles and thunders
A man snores on the pavement
Oh how sinister
Dogs hide in their homes afraid
The orchestra is cancelled
The crowd came to see Wagner
And two river left a swirl
The rain never stops they say
It is playing a tune
The man finally wakes up
As if he is in a free concert
Like that time in Bangladesh
When the food was cheap plates of lentils
This rain looks rare
Maybe it says something
Listen, listen closely
The crowd has left
They came to listen to the conductor
Leaving with a symphony in their hearts
And rainbow drifting above
Like an isolated cello note hovering above
The rain starts again
It is a drizzle
The man goes to sleep again

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

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

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

Mama died
Writing a will or her obituary
I think I got the two mixed up
So, I went to the bank
To ask for a reading of the will
They told me that the will
Was in the process of being processed
I asked them how can someone be dead
And their deed be in a rut
They told me, she hadn't died
She was in the hospital with her jaw broken shut
Neighbors heard some barking and shouting

I landed in lockup for a first-degree
With my injured knuckles
Knuckles is also my dog...

An angel in disguise
Is no better
Than a devil in disguise
They are fettered

I need a friend on the midnight radio
Who hears me cry
Giving me himself in low hushes
Making love to me in breathless talk

An angel in disguise
Is no better
Than a devil in disguise
They both pretend to love you

Whimsical ballerina
Has me on her noose
It's a dreamy day for dancing
After all, I don't listen to dead music

Or the same tunes
That my disguised angel
Flies to and stalls her flight too
On a sparkling oceans and sand dunes

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

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

I want us
To hold hands
But, I'm in a full time relationship
With my right one
And it isn't ready to commit

I love you never seemed more believable when written.

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

Warriors walking
Running for their lives
lifeless

The more I follow
The less I lead myself
Unable to follow

In the wheels of fire
In the dire of health
In the rounding up of wealth
Our time has passed once again
Our wandering minds will find life
Among the disabled who fight atrocity
I have been selling tickets to the city circus
Where the vibrant walkers balance in the house of pain
Flounder on life and choose between
Heaven and hell
In the end
All that counts is our ghosts
I need you to hear me speak to the world
Ushering in the new future
Will you help us beat the speculation and grotesque
An accordion plays in spiritual houses
Where do the cars go in protest
I shall not say or ask state
Because the wheels of fire
Burn and spin round and round
Charting the tarmac and leaving acid streets
If the Goddess of my dreams
Walks in moonlight
When the shining sun comes on boulevard of dreams
Burning up the wheels of fire
In the house of fire
I fear death by water
And Zeus' anger
Then they rounded up the witches
In this vast plague
Where truth is for dead people
Who bury their lives in their soul
And hold life in their eyes
Like candles in the graveyard
Condemn them condemn them all
To the hangman on the street hunting them all
Who promises summer for the rich
And winter for the poor
Have you seen the end of disease
Or your life leave your legs
Or your love break your spirit
And **** it with a new face
If you left the ghosts of your past
Like candles in a graveyard
These fires summon spirits
Such are the wheels of fire and fortune
Death beats us all in a game of faith and chess
Why do I have faith when everyone speculates about loss
Because I hope to find a peaceful end instead of healthy victory

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

I don't know what she meant
By that
She loves me so
She keeps her mind
On my heart and soul
Just because she is a woman
And she loves talking
The night never goes
The golden sun will come on
When we grow up
Tell me more
I bet you can
Sure you are talking a lot
But the words I need come out rarely
I wanna hear you say
That you wanna leave with me
I just need your lovely kiss
I need another moment
To recover from this disease
Called love and loneliness
That is contagious and best shared
Together in a room

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

Some people have ideas
Other people just have an idea of it

I listen to your stories
Searching for a blessing
In disguise, all I see is
You and me, stark naked
Near a fire, another blessing
Disguised by the warmth of our closeness
Fluttering and crackling
Much like our drowsy eyes
That see a lot, but, speak more
Let us talk with our eyes
They are much more honest
Than the disguise of blessed words

I have written this one before
The nights getting longer
The poem is getting shorter
It beckons me to think
Now I have act
Feel I must
Because thinking is tearing me apart
One half seeks resolution
And the other half replicates the other
I am in conflict
Like a gun in the midst of the toil of war
Racial war may be
Where black isn't white
And white isn't all they think they are
I suffer the same diminished ego
But when the lights go dim
Both the swirly halves turn into drizzling rain merging with puddles
The puddles.
Feel I must.

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