When you're born
They expect you to be ready
When you can't even function
They expect you to sleep
Keep you dreaming religion
Same goes for instagram
They sell you clothes
But, strip you naked with their snake eyes
Like a snake sheds it's skin
If they tell you go to school and keep calm
Carry your bag and just follow me
I'll teach you isolation you find in childhood
If you are afraid of the dark
I'll show you how to make money in adulthood
You'll never fear your shadow if you're free
If you are afraid of the burning trees
I'll make a fair statement often
Why don't we think
Instead of remembering our history from books
The world can end this century
With 15 minutes of fame on TV
When you surfeited the breeze
They told you that it did well not go outside
Until, you were a mother
Didn't playing with us butterflies make sense back then
Are we doing drugs to feel sorry, to remember you
For ourselves there is only April
And what has left us
Or what went wrong every passing hour
When the trees used to be dark and steep
Had veritable power
Now, I'm afraid of heights
I'll never be ready for your love
Because the world was round
I knew I was meant to leave you
As sure I was ready to meet thee
Love is free
Freedom is free too
I can take back both, as I forget about you
I can show you where the wind howls in the hallucinations of Arkansas

I need love
Like I need the wind
But, if I ask for a breeze
It may never come
Instead it will bring a storm with it
A storm of words
A sword of art
An apple of lust
These are all I need
But they may never come
Just like love
I never know it's source

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

Softly laced
Between your legs and mine
You breathe short heavy sighs
As I kiss your rhymes with mine
Your twilight sky glimmers
Only the horizon
Intertwined with my hips
Press your lips
Hypnotize my eyes
Our love will birth a child
From this small prize
As your back bows
The sun in your eyes will leave
Till then,
Stay in my embrace and cry
Let the sceptred snake slither
Under your torso and adjacent to your limbs
Caress every crevice
I'd say I love you
Just feel the leather
Of the serpent

I walked in the door
I asked, "What does it open to?"
He said, "Another room"

I walked in the door
There was a crane
I asked, "What does it open to?"
He said, "Another room"
The other room was empty
Full of rubble and broken words, like an elephant in the room

I asked, "What does it mean?"
He said looking through another glass
I looked through the glass door

It opened up to a variety of disasters
And the animals in my mind counting the leaves on trees
Wrecking us and hanging on our minds
Eating us alive, the doubts
Bothered his soul, and my body was tired

You see, we kept craning our necks
Looking for someone praying in the house
Someone, lay on a mat praying to a crane and asking the elephant to leave at the same time

I looked for a moth with eyes black
A body of yellowy gold
It was camouflaged on the brick wall
Which I never had touched
If I hold the redness of the wall
The moth stayed making conclusions of its own
We both were attached to something that made us feel unwelcome
As I kept searching for the moth in the darkness
The cold brick held together by masons
It fell apart and left the moth in a pile of sand
That is when I saw a host of black and yellow moths
Touch my hands
I was no longer an ugly butterfly
I was a colorful moth in their eyes
The Black Butterfly

Lonely and dreadful
Is the night
That does not come after day

People watched
As girls jumped from
Bridges
To their death
The ones who waited on
The porch
Were the ones who found love
Then died with old love

Take me out
There is a lot to see
If you feel alright

Know your neighbor
If he keeps guns
If the labor is down with disease

Promise your mother
You'll stay indoors
If the apocalyse comes knocking on your back door

My life is strewn
By frogs that live in mud
And the cricket that has a dead beat
Butterflies on the street
But, the walls don't hear me
Only the people do who are stuck with me
I am just another brick in the wall
But, I'll hear you out
In this vast crowd of lonelier people
Who know loneliness act friendliest
They know true friendship
My memories remind me to not forget the people in them
Ever have that feeling after reading a Frost poem
That your life is consisted of choices
But, the lack of freedom to make the right one
So, you push yourself to make a choice at least
Making sure you don't hurt your feelings
And break someone's heart while playing your part

Somehow I remember
I tried to place
My weight on my friends
Kept them in the embers
Rather than the flames
Of cheer and camaraderie

That kept the revolution alive
The reggae fellas and the tanks alike
Following the beat
With the rhythm of a nation
And the hymn of a weekend's peace

A peaceful sleep on Sunday
'Cause we Christian still got school
Yo!

A couple fights
Dishes break
Time gets wasted
A child
Waits hungry
Emaciated

Jumping to conclusions
Leads to more
Thoughts in your deductions
Better follow the logical pattern of reasoning
Rather than questioning your own misguided beliefs

All along the zoo station
There sits a girl in leopard prints
Her hamstring aches
As adumbrated headlines are in the prints
Thellenistic books lie as the library sits silent
Librace wears his socks with his gold chain
Like a train runs on the tracks and carries Jesse James
Soon, the outlaws will outlive the sheriff's pigpen
This girl has been here for a night cap
Her books fall from her shoulder
Like her hair
A handsome fellow arrives
And sweeps her off her feet
She has never been to the circus
And pulled the strings

As I struck fiery bows
My motorcycle went on
Off on the road
With the red crows

I carried a child on my shoulder
The people asked who is he
He is young and I'm wise
So, who am I if not innocent?

I whacked the crows with a tire iron
I was tied to the mud
As I let down the child
The red crows flew over yonder

I flipped a coin to decide
As it spun like a wheel
I decided run rhymes with what's done
And so I decided to go forward

Clash of the cracking whips
Crashed from the ceiling above
Rise of the women dressed in black
In long laced stockings to show
Just enjoyed the show
Into the dead of night

Cars race by in the gold of lights
In Folsom
I woke up
In a prison cell
After an eternity in red blue and white
The wooden heart of L.A., they called me

Burned down the gambling house
In despair we counted time
Like watchmen of crime
Aging in frail hours
Was it a movie or a lack of power
By the midnight rambler

The charming girl
Looks into a crystal glass
The tincture hangs from the ceiling
Like honey from a flower

The charming girl
Hears the fearful screams
The wine falls on the floor
Leaving a red stain on the carpet

The charming girl
Wants a life of charm
No drugs or twirling wildflowers
In her hair

The charming girl
Showers in the gas of the sun
As the virulent bystanders ask why is she ****
She sasses,"Who isn't?"

I was looking for
Some magic
But it's in everything you do
I need my conduct and humor
To remain a shadow in which you stand true
I seek such dreams to be near you
I need a glass of *****
To match the wine you're guzzling
Waiter, the bill and check, please
I need that woman
I'm gonna take a leap of faith
If I'm to get some salvation
From the castle of mirrors
Which turn into a quintillion feathers
A fortress of illusions
Where, the clown play in circles
And the funambulists stand on the ropes of chance
Where the conductor lights up when the men fall
I take my chances with the maniacal cackling
That tells me the way out
I need your love
To match my laughing chances
I'd die for your smile
At the end of it
I need your clairvoyance
To match my burning aces
Often, I dream it would be cast iron castles
That see us through the cul de sac
But, I'll chances on my bad luck
I'm sure if I take you up on that offer
To see the joker
Accusing me of duplicity
I guess I don't belong here
Yet, you will be stuck with me
Among the best minds of this city
Laughing in agonizing pain
Only aware that we are reflections
And inflections of our mental processes
Proceed with caution
Before you enter the second segment of the castle
You can't match me
Unless you have fascination and awe
You can't match my will
Unless you take a little look into yourself
You will see our future
A common journey
Make me a holy man
I'd love your smirk
At the beginning of it

Well, so you are brushing
Your teeth and chances are
You are reading this while brushing your teeth
Look in the mirror, and feel lively
Come back and read this again, with a peg

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

The beauty of writing is you can present
Your thoughts as free as your mind is
If you think in punctuation, your ideas
Will take shape into sentences
But, those people with unpunctuated thought
Flurry of words and fiery stream of consciousness
Are the hardest poets to understand
I think that's why I like those best
Because they beg us to understand them
Almost needing our interpretation

The motel shines on the
Name it holds
For a passer-by who roams

Everyone is groovin'
Keepin' alive
Keeping fear out of sight

What hides behind her smile
That helps that cheer
Keeps me beguiled
The blue of the sky
Shows me when the crimson
IN the first
winter
Wintry; comes the snow
Keeping the flakes, how I don't
Know
Learning through Persian
Thoughts express words
I can't comprehend
Till the end

Autumn arrived
The leaves burnt, crackled at the stems
With pink edges, drifting in the firmament
In step with the wild wind

Even as I watched the clock count down time
There, in my heart, I held on tight
To hope, like a little child
For many years

That while the trees lay bare
I could hear what's in their heart
So that they knew someone listened
To them

Year after year, they shed their skin
Laying bare to nature
Helpless to raging storms
You can still see the bruises from the last hurricane

Their broken heart is like an old, torn book
Passages dying to be read by a curious mind
They heal me and soothe the pain
When I'm in pensive state

On the days that I hurt the most
I write their words for you
And that is when the dam surrenders
Letting the flood of emotions pour asunder

I've spent my life exploring the forests
And racing through the aged greenery
But as the seasons change
Something stirs their harmony

In the heart of the deep rich sanctuary
There were multitudes of trees
Bare and brave
Letting the breeze raze them

Weakening their grip on life
They surrender their peace to the stars
While it takes strength to come this far
Nature says that it is time to let go

A wildfire cracks the aged willow
Ravaging the forests of antiquity
Leaving behind the white dust
There's no anguish nor sorrow

A wildfire consumes
Leaving behind only
Millions of roots underground
Yet they survive

So the eye of Death is kinder
To the frail branches that held yesterday's leaves
As God sheds off the imperfections
Leaving behind only a memory

Life persists
And after many seasons
When I am gone
There'll be another forest that takes it place

Here I am alone again
In my bedroom with the ceiling lights
Flickering in the rain and thunder
Your phone call is the only thing
That keeps me awake
Away from a handful of pills
We had our fair share of pain
I know I'm weak, but the high
Is all I can get
You're the only thing
That's in my way
To a peaceful eternal sleep
That thought keeps me awake
'Cause you're beautiful
And the sun looks wonderful
In your black hair

"It's not that I'm missing her
Her words and soft voice comforted me
Blanketing the emanating hurt"
I tell myself

"We ended as friends but I couldn't ignore
What my heart felt
Nor what said the stirred soul"
I tell myself

Although we ended as friends
My body and soul aches still
When the heart longs to be fooled
I'm at a loss for words

The cold hard floor
Is where all of us start
With no way up
We are lying in the dumps after all

Those of us who do manage
We get up, walk on
Brush the dust of our sleeves
Nursing our grazed hands, like a big cat licks it's wounds

Those who face life for the first time
Struggle to walk and stumble
Their feet go numb with every step
Because their legs, till now, were unused

Those who become used to the bottom
Take off their clothes and become naked
Again and again, showing an immaculate frame
Full of cuts and bruises because they are in love
With themselves

Kept my books
on the top shelf
My glasses kept me
Occupied with the theft

In a hurling of sudden expression
My trauma ushered in instantly
Mindless, numbed, hysterical
Stuck on the empty highway
With nothing, but, my hands in pocket
No possessions
Just a sign saying, there's a road ahead

Here I am
Urging people to stay alive
Look at me with no girlfriend
Or wife
I am a writer
In a suicidal trade
A suicidal situation
Asking men to take my free advice
To their grave

The years go by
The prison days stay
With your life
Like school in hind sight
Going to college
To write
Education sets you free
Like night owls
Giving exams

I have spent my entire life
Thinking myself to be someone
Yet, I am someone else
Within that pretense of life
I see some falsity, and many know what I see
As they see it themselves, in all its entirety
Like a ocean emptied out by nightfall
On the shore, where it covers all of it
The shells, mollusks, scales, grey bits of leaves
As a sudden wallowing mire screams from the tempest
Formed underneath the debris of wet sand and waters
Eternity washes away like a footprint
Much like a star wiped out by a black hole
With every passing hour of time
And with its passage, I lose some face
My friends turn to enemies, I wonder about my fate
As I curse myself for this false face
I have put up my entire life, much like still water

There is a man
Staring at you
I feel his eyes all over you
He wants to be happy
But he misses his daughter
I hate writing sad poems

There is a sky
Full of clouds
I feel that the Sun will never come out
The road furthers the horizon
But I like sharing the sunset even if it's our last
I hate writing sad poems

There is a moon
Hidden by the moist clouds
The dark pours like cold water
You may shiver today
But I like seeing you in the rain
I hate writing sad poems

There is a guy
Who likes you
Who will never kiss you
As he is too scared
To write a sad poem

Let us stride
On clouds that sway
As the sun slips away

When I think of you
The clouds come back
And it starts raining again

I am not sure if the rain
Is romantic or just the pain
That pours over my face

Sometimes, I remember
What you said, and how
You put two words together and made me feel

Special as a rainbow
In a grey sky
Without violet or blue

However, the tears
Still come and go
Like figments of imagination

The pain also comes back
Goes too, like that love
Between us, which was simply unexpected

That's when I feel worth nothing

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

I sat on a bench
Praying for rain
I was sure the sun
Was for me
Sunshine isn't for losers
So, I wait to fade
Into the night
I am sure
The moon gives back.

In all the lost cities
With all the cars
Certain on their arrival
I found someone who bumped into me

Feelings cannot be distributed
As right or wrong
Only when you are in love
Do they form such distinction

The salt's there
I feel the nuts popping
But, my pressure rising
As each corny sensation of chewing
Makes stalking a beautiful thing
I can still smell my breath going away
From looking at her waist

Life lessons
Given
In the art of living
Never taken
For granted

Sometimes I just wanna take an amplifier
The biggest on the market
And speak to a city
Do something for peace
Peace of mind seems difficult
When music becomes noise
And life turns into something we toy with
With the freedom that you've been given
And grace you believe in
It may be religion
That is worth believing

Somehow, somewhere
There is a *** of gold
For the many disillusioned
A dollar for the many starving
As visionaries envisioned
A job market that is free from fire
My dreams burn on the funeral pyre

Letters turn into magazines
We showcase the best in people
Like the pleas for justice sent to people
In power
Like me and you
Somehow the work of lawmakers
Seems to live on too
Writing what matters is the work of poets
That's why salute our kind
Poets jot down thoughts that make the beauty
Which is called poetry

If I could be anyone
I would be a feather
That appears out of nowhere
But, so sure of it's destination
Regardless of the journey
Like a plastic bag moving with moxie
Strangers in the dark, night comes mysterious
Or an untouchable plaster ceiling in the Basilica among invisible realms
Or maybe even like Mozart's allegros played every so vividly
The quills tally the wind and scuttled through wind
Saddled the stirrups of God's horses of black gold
Petroleum queen, you'll never find these deities
With your golden hair, you let your visage show and guard down
Where the women come and go
And talk of Michaelangelo
If you're a friend I'll let you accompany me indeed
Our journey needs soldiers and serves the Queen of the Bastion
Or when you find the servant is your master
Or when you find angels have swords and ***** souls too
You'll fly on the heat and tides of time
Like a cotton flower do

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

Keep posting poets
Keep out losers
Who think short words aren't tough
With the heartaches
Some of your soul carries
An ellipse stands beside you
Like a sun
Like the sky
WIth stars SOmetimes with Orion, Post Minor Fortuna

Well I am severely breathless
I need to hang on tight
A poisonous headache
A strange disguise on the roadside
I have been waiting a long time
To honor your memories and taste
That's all I can do
When the chaos settles
And neurosis goes
My breath steals a heartbeat
As I skip one when you kiss me
With a jealous eye and venom
If I protest vehemently
Your thinking isn't straight when you kiss me
Giving me a pernicious disease
Called love and theft
So, deftly the envy is hidden
You seem innocent and at ease in your compliments
I wish I could lay in your ladylike arms
Such ardor comes with some suicide
I have a fleeting armor that weakens
As you wizen and shrivel with each day
The days get worldlier and the flowers wither
Maybe, bouquets aren't meant for you
Or the taste of your embrace
Is now jealous of my youth and fire
If I was any younger the days would be silent
Be quite my love
And you can hear the seconds whizz by
As you pass the dawn letting me drown
In the last skies of dazzling nights
Some men look for clarity
Some look for simplicity
I am just hanging on
With no oxygen in my throat
All I hear is the water in my lungs
The picking at my bones
As my bones rattle out of curiosity
Yearning for your flesh

Wonderful
A piece of paradise
Window sill plants

You are an angel
That made the sky, high
As well wrought the moon into your crescent smile
Of a lonely night
A human that points to the stars and makes constellations
With their mind
You are who makes these things whole again
Because I am lonely without you
And your insights into an impoverished night sky
Despite, that beautiful lunar song that comes out
Every night, I pray to you
Only for a star to pass my way