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

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

Most of these nights, I do not even try to sleep. The bed lays empty and the night grows on me. My mind wanders if it is simply tired or sometimes I turn myself on if I am too scarred. When the nights sparkle, that is when I step out and search.
The nights sparkle these days under the city streets and one may even find some crime in the darkness. I look for some drugs in the back alley still even in adulthood. There is a homeless man covered in cardboard and goose feathers. I thank my good fortune because no strings attached means I have found what I am looking for.
Somehow, he always talks about a ride to paradise just for fun. He even laughs about Las Vegas as he fights his demons. Au contraire, I lay awake in my crumpled sheets satiated, his sign is etched in my memory. "Drugs'll **** you.-Voltaire"
It has been 3 years since I saw a criminal shuffle his feet across the alley on to the pedestrian crossing on Park Avenue. The breath of moaning women can be imbibed from a nearby brothel. Some may not even bat an eyelid when thinking to avoid this street and it's capillaries. Yet, this niggardly beggar keeps me company. This beggar keeps me company.
I buy him a whiskey to help him sleep as a breeze moves softly through the streets. A *** of his choice helps him keep his insides warm. I read the ending of "Sweeney Among The Nightingales" from my book as dozes like a docile child.
A warm summer approaches and we talk in cold tones about the politics of the country. But, this conversation is the most memorable.
"Bud, you must have capacity."
He says,"Is that why you keep me nearby your shoulder? To make fun of me?"
I say "I don't flatter anyone. I just get cranky when dawn comes."
He keeps silent and then resumes,"Smoke this."
I take a puff and days go by.
I find his spot and he is gone. His signboard lays on the sidewalk,"Drugs'll **** ya" it says.
Now I can sleep knowing that he is gone to a better place. Whenever the nights sparkle, I remind myself that the search continues unless I keep dreaming, hoping they will come true. That's when I knew I met the greatest artist who could actually bring change with a candid remark and turn the world berserk in a quick flick of a flame. Not with a bang, but, a whimper

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

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

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

Well, you come in your cream Cadillac
In the alley of cool cats
Pretty pal pay up for your loud mouth
Your rich clothes make no sense anymore
I don't know what you want from the scores
If it's the talk
Really, don't come ******* to me no mo'
You ain't calling the shots these days
Oh yell from the thunderdome

Well, then you didn't have be so frigid back then
Like the drinks in your white limousine
You're swaying down the street
With your pale blue eyes
Well, you're rolling in the deep
Praying for a new disguise

If you look into a mother's eyes
You will find that she looks everywhere

One eye carefully watches you as you grow
And the other doesn't look

With raising
A mother guides
But, does not enforce

Some days her heart
May not be in her duty
At those times they need security

If the job is done
Both eyes look away
As you make your life

It is her heart that
Watches you
As you choose the path she never looks at

In this institution, I was in a day of the criminal
Psychology class of some nun
I was going to go all way to salvation subliminal
But, I couldn't hold back inspiring senses
Jews were sure, I was holing the slaves.

Hidden by the light
Showered by the talk of sunrise
Your pages welded with mine
In this book of utopia
And ideologies inscribed in the natural order
In the new order of the natural world
The rebels of the false positives, do not understand doves fly on wings of imagination
Like imago unhindered, really
Then maybe you're blind
And you need a pill that you can't take
Or is it a seed of doubt in your own reality
The years have been absorbed into you, and your fight's over
And revelations are at an end
But, you've learned than you haven't from anything
Out of thinness, there comes some inference
Of the thoughtful thinking, you do for my sake
And I'm disillusioned by my body reliant on a couple of images
Perceptive in nature
Judged by a scion
Above the dove of my imagination
How is that possible?
Be shapeless, my friend
Be shapeless like the water that reflects
Look at the moon and stars
Concentration is emotional content
Is something worth rhyming within this concept of emotion
Can we be boring again?

It is everyday after dinner
I lose sleep on problems
Many a book by side
If I were a poet I'd give my life for creativity

She fixes my flat for free food at three
Someday she'll be ignoring how I curl asleep
A despot comes to ask me pay my dues
True, we might be leaving very soon

If I loved her, I would formulate a lie
She is my friend in the darkest dream
Guiding me to the hour I'll wake up the trees facing the midnight gale

My heart wants sleep with the wooden puppets
The strings of stars carry the leaves
They bid farewell
As I remember they should say hello, should I dwell

I read the paper
Revise the news
Watch televised ads
And eat commercialised food
My life is on the radio

First they tell you to marry
Then they ask you to find the right one
Or let them choose
They don't know what they are doing
Because you want to be someone else

Such are my dinner ruminations that never make the table

If you can dance
Let it come naturally
Just like kindness and love
Comes from the heart
So when you feel happy or affection
Share it with the world for a start
Dance on the streets of affliction and greed
Leave the sidewalks under the soles of your barefeet
That shall make all the difference
Between dreams and reality
If you need a reason to be passionate about being
BE YOURSELF

If we couldn't put the deepest words
To song and music
We would never know
What the dance of the heart feels like
Thus, our tragic lives would have love
Yet, in these thoughts people would
Despise one another
If you haven't heard
The dance of the heart tip-toes in a dark hall
Unheard by friends, only you can find it in the recess of the soul
If your pain is a silent anguish, you'll hear the little fire crackle
Showing you the light in a dark cave

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

Class of people
Freed by the chains of enemies
Burdened by the trust of friendship
There is no trusting a category of classless people
Real advice, listen to yourself
Because you are responsible for yourself
Not accountable to others
You have your life
She said
You have hobbies
She said
You don't have me
She said
You can't love someone else
She loved saying
But she never learned to say
Three words correctly

You know what hurts
When you move on
And the moments were so short
That they aren't worth remembering

But, the feelings leave a bitter after taste
When my heart wants to rejoice
You're a footnote stuck on my chest
Reminding me that I have a voice

I am glad this pain
Moves me to become
A better person as an ocean will get warmer after rain
Like the sun settles on my shoulders after a cold shower

I wash my pain in the reign of yesterday

I'm dancing in the moonlight
Because I'm sick of the
Summer of love

In the silken breeze
******* trees stand up to infinite measure
Striped with definite colors
Yellow, black, spotted like leopard fur

The birds chatter, ameliorate the air
Slight tension of docile deers
Inside the forests of fir trees
A sip of darkness as a leopard picks at its teeth

At night when flora and fauna retire
Lakes pass the quagmire
Awake and tireless as the wind
Looking for a bit of solitude

I too wish to sleep like a tender bud
Halcyon as midnight skies
Albeit, twinkling and coruscating
I am still as a reflection on a mountain brook

Hey, lover
I know you don't want to be my flower
I wish I could see you bloom like a princess
My mistress, I escape my fears and favors
You do that everyday in the form of a metaphor
Called love for money and ***

Hey, babe
The skies may not be blue in the evening
We can be together like Heracles and Megara
These are two truths I cannot stage
Because the skies don't live a lie
I cannot change the outcome of books

You said that's the truth and found love
We were supposed to fight the world
Instead, you left the dogs in Hell
You insisted that they would find Heaven
The hell hounds chase me like a charm and contain my mind's pleasures

Some kind of lord
I listen to your song
Never ignoring that darkest
Nation pushes
Head up high, it's in my best interest
Cursing the affair, far away in dove on the festival
Pity is what you call it, we can make this love
Held up, what does it dramatically make out of dandelion
That carries on a bridge of wind and science
Midnight comes on, along with on the bridge where I'm waiting in the dramatic place
Inn of your soul, the kitchen of photos, freed of the soul, soul, and pictures make it, what we take from it we give
Fluorescent pen, lend your statement on the festering war that doth speaks on the will of thy light
Lifeless, on the dresses on the forked thunderous clap
In a look of waiting in the placid, let it grow like the sunflower set on the dalliance

There's something about you
That chills me to the core
There's a love unlike yours
That I cannot ignore

There's something about you
That doesn't make me want to leave
Even when it is getting late
As the clock resounds over vacant streets

There's something about you
That completes this loveless rhyme
Making it melodious like Liszt
Comprising of an exquisite delicacy

There's something about you
Utterly panoramic and magnificent
Like the head of an unrelenting fountain
Careening at the turn of a cliff

There's something about you
That completes me
Yet when I am with you
You never reveal the best of you

Maybe, it is the lack of "something" that intrigues me
Sadly, I am attracted to an enigma
Nothing more
Nothing less

I know you smile for a brighter day
Send a smile to me
I'll be on my way
Under an umbrella I can brave the rain
I enter my apartment to a parrot that talks
A sailor docks his ship as I stare from the window
Above a cobblestone road swept by puddles
As the greyness empties
The skywalk regains daylight
In the station a conductor gallavants
Under the halo of a street lamp
Tending to company
You play your role
By tending to company too
Keeping them busy with stories
Tending to the cats at night
I have no regret in saying that your smile
Makes the lamplight fail in compare
How long must I wait in the rain

The silence resounds in the constant
Typing of your name
In my heart, that is shaped into a typewriter

The difference
Between you and me
I still love you
Even if you don't
Love yourself

happiness
is
a warm science
Blackness
is a superstition
when it's a feline

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.

The problem I have often
Faced lies within the layers
Of the imagination
All I have to do is imagine
They aren't there and they
Vanish

In the black and bold night
A few moons, wrinkled and old with grey
The stars look down
I'm in a stranger's skin
Out of this whole world

My soul knows who I was
It looks for a glimpse inside
Dad says,"I have committed a sin."
He cries in disbelief and guilt
My heart only hears what I fear

It can simply wilt without feeling
On some days, it finds a numb feeling
Like a moth drawn to a candle
Blindly drawn to a candle
Now, I want to be free

Not from your flame
I am a part of your ocean of tears
A desert of endless courage
Free from fear
Free from the blind leading the blind

Some helpless men do not know the bold seasons
For they do not change in their rescinded hearts
I do know, but I know things for there are real reasons
What or why, nothing leans from the balustrade

I do know what love is, it's half intertwined
Hidden outside, behind endless starlight
Too lonely to let our eyes meet strangers
Sensation, sensation without a prayer

Burning in a portion of empty place
Different from the rest, I find some heart
To join the rest of the dying people
My place is a deafening tomb under the stars

The dreary pathways of a bridge do think
I read them and they caress my lonely soul
I will never have a mind of my own
Because my life is based on words in stone

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

Believe in God
Because a lack of faith
Doesn't make much of a protest
A little devotion goes a long way
Till you can walk in your own footsteps
Search your soul
Bless the child
Express yourself
Admit your lies
Let the truth set you free
And you'll be moral again
If faith seems to falter
Believe in yourself
Taste the sky
And know that it is all painted
In his mind of creation and preservation
May you be joyful and true to thee
Holy holy
We need your prayer
Share your posessions
Leave your living outside
Look inside the gates of Eden
Every morning praise the Lord's romance

I dress myself
In the rain
Your tears
Are the make up
Of your pain
I guess tears hide in the rain

I love the way you tame the lions
Train them and send them fit
For a circus performance
You seem to know all the strings
Of love and example
You teach your kids tricks of the trade
A cry for help comes from the cage
No one calls foul
No one is lovelier than thou

Like a bird flies in the sky
It knows it is only good at flight
The sky carries it through clouds and rain
It knows it is only good at flight
Then, came thunder
And the bird fell into the sea

Like a father needs a son
A son needs a mother
If we part can you tell me
How are you my son?
Standing on the Marti Gras parade
Do you love us and live in the trees without us
Come down and be with our folks
The trees will live
The sun will come
Soon, the prodigal son will return
The evening will pass and your mother awaits your return
The sky will fold into a cloud
All things shall come to pass
All you need are the wings to fly
Let the skies unfurl your glorious heart
My phoenix haired boy in red toga
Standing on the sea shells and floating in the evil breeze
Singing the blues with the flapping waters

She is so loud
Bright too
I wonder why she talks
If she can never love me

Like the moon
That comes out rarely
Maybe or maybe not
I am too old

To be the young fool
In love
Sell your hair
For a jar of moonbeam

We will never touch
The diamonds that the sky
Has in abundance
For the rich gals

And the grounds hides
Any promises
That I cannot keep
Like my ashes to sleep

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

I have known arms white and bare
All administering an obsolete love
Through comforts and conciliatory gesture
If my love was bare, it would be invisible
In the sky blue ocean and streets that accompany me
Across the beauteous places, my mind asks for repair
Despite your love, my heart lies in the cold waters
Where marines live in the heart of the city of circus sands
Enveloping my soul stretched thin like a sail following the wind

I wish you hated me
Because I learned to love
It's just the eyes never learned
To dry those tears welling up
When the ocean fills up
My heart escapes my mouth

Is it strange
To want to forget you
And write about you just the same

You asked for my poems
I had none
Because all of the colors
My soul had been given without
Hesitation
Such is the beauty
Of inspiration

Her head full of roses
I cannot touch her in the process
But, I wish her the best
Because I wish her the cities
That are empty and solitary fulfill her green mind
Moses and his pedagogue followed us
Found us in gravelly streets instead of water's long passages
Under grave skies that once danced
Now, wish they were blue-eyed like an innocent child
I would rather be under her roses
Despite, the thorns that circle into shrubs
Brushes of Van Gogh make up the pure blush
Of such roses
My lover does not compare
To such beauty
Since, such beautiful features
Belong to a person of pure intention
And fair judgement without malevolence
Where the mountain sheep reside peacefully

The pristine dream
Imprisoned
By hands and feet
These thoughts are the only reality

It is real
It is springtime
Or we shall call it quits
The time for a lovely disease
Do we still rhyme in affection and amorous touch
Or do we masquerade as intertwining winds
Let it be, or let us make love
As the bees bring honey
From an auburn leaf
Right underneath
A blushing rose
These flowers need your sunshine
My dreary love
You make the trees green
Every time you kiss my two eyes
When my face is near your shameless hair
As I touch your naked hand
And excited soul

Ash and dust settled in the desert
The feeling of raindrops felt long lost
There is a change taking place in the minds
Of people who have been accustomed to mirages
Dying in the long lost sands of time
Drying by the souls of robberies that could have been better handled
I thought the heart was meant to be stolen
Instead, I lost ******* heart when I saw further ahead
In the balance of the drops of rain that brought the smell of direction
In the right place, at the right time
I walked into God's shadow

My fingers languish without your body
I can't taste the coffee anymore
It's bitter without you
No more young, fiery stares filled with sweetness

No more raw lips and kisses on the neck
Raw with hunger and thirsting for your presence
A hurt heart can't be healed
Without you marking your territory on my body

I feel safe with you
In your pain and suffering
I feel understood
In your beauty and physicality

I'm stuck in a daydream
When I'm without you
I'm running in a nightmare
When I'm without you

When you get out
Of a depressive spell
It feels like you've come out
Of the longest hangover
Ever

The words 'I love you'
Are just right for us
For lovers with time and space
I have no sense for those lines and essence

I do not talk to women
I talk to my friends in my sleep
When, I wake up
The world wakes up hot in the afternoon

As I pick out each petal for you
People will fall in love with its dew
When the flower loses its beauty
Becoming bare like dead leaves you tread through

That is when I will say
'I love you'
That flower shall spring to life again
Till then, I wait for the you

Time to paint the world red