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

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

Fish aren't meant too climb
Monkeys aren't meant to swim
You read the first line right

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

My soul stretches thin
A poor quarter sits in the din
The light of the sun sips the darkness within
Makes it look diaphonous and slim
The years had taken my father in
As I reminisce with a glass of lime and gin
My conscience might explode

As I waver like unsure lamps as I walk the dwelling
On streets that are ignorant of my grinning
The shade is where there are child-like leaves
Forgetful of the trees and aware of breeze
Like memories strewn about for all at peace
I saw through the morose eyes tied to the past
They washed and moistened at breakfast

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

The sequacious people
Are intellectually servile
In your loving presence
Kindness is a virtue
For the nascent soul and experienced spirit

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

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.

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

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?

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

Am I moving forward,
Or going backwards,
Either way, it feels like I'm running away

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

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

A cop took your right to be silent
The day he held your breath
And promoted violence

The suspense was real
It was so real
That writing them in 17 syllables is a probability

Don’t
Do
It

Someone following me around

I could've made a song
I could've related to
I could've posted
So I broke mid-song
However, tropics kept in the longing
Of song
Of a trending poem
Of synesthesia
Surreal praising
A beautiful feeling
Surreal Slogans
I'm a surrealist in vain
I guess people make good
Audience,
Yes,
This is slam
****!

Hades, my favorite flower
That blooms in the dark garden
Like a bat out of hell with no wings
With a rebel yell and fire rings
Hard to think you reign in hell and are forever foreigner
Heck I'm the living dead
Hades has no reason to be faithful to prisoners
I can't fathom the living who love one
With too much at stake
Mad men have it easy
So do the ****** who quip with their lovers madly
I can't stand sight of prosaic peering fools
You may call them tools at the parties
Whoever knows poverty is a disease
Got too much money and power by talking about it
If he had none there would be no talk or strutting
Some people never go mad
I wonder kind of lives they must lead
Without good fortune
One cannot get a good wife
However some luck will get him a crook
The doors must be open for shamed men
Who stood by him in meditative nights
The hours go as the kites nibble on my prizes
Kibbutz workers have a feast yonder
Calling me sometimes
It's okay to eat fish and whatever flies
They have no feet or feelings
They swim out of anywhere
And fly out of hell
Becoming birds in the next life
The mad ones drown or get drunk
The dolphin rises as foolish waves approach
I fall out of love
And land in hell
Sinning each day to get over one mistake

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

Waiting for you in the same way
A needle in a haystack
Hopes to bring silence, pin-drop silence

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

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

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 ticking
Clock
Talks

Because I love you
I need you
Maybe, I loved you too much
I was meant to lose you

I was locked in emotion
In chains
We were trapped
In the same prison
You set me free
It was nice
As long as I liked you
You betrayed me
Guilt stated
For innocent murders
Who had me floored
If I am with you
One could have asked
Who died first
Now I am set free

Hanging from the ropes
Falling at break-neck speed
Slow chill to the spine develops
Among the stoic subjects

The thing about love?
You can either learn from it or run from it
Cutting the shoestring budget
You can bring a typewriter, and polish it with your paper
Or say, ******* I'm writing
Thanks for changing my mind with the catalog of slum-dwellers meant for average-sized houses
Like pigeons and Catholics that should always leave the church

Darling, I have formed a fortress
All the while I've known your womanly eyes
Trapped in a lack of expression, I am
I curse my fate and thoughtlessness
The seconds turn to hours every morning

Darling, it is like knowing love all over again
Taking away my power
It's just like knowing your heart
Differentiating it from the past

That barely expresses the constantly aching heart
As I kiss your lips, hoping we stay close
With each breathless second, like a lark to the day
You know I am out of life, in love all over again

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

Across the swimming
Sea food
Sushi (so she)
Lives

Girls waiting alone
In need
Hoping for
Life giving them
A turn
Of adventure
Or just an change
Of venture
Boys waiting at home
Lonesome
From the war
Climbing through vines
I see myself coming closer
To the top
Than creeping closely to
The bottom
Following lively lines
Taking example
From step
I tread
And
At the top
I've found definition
Life's every decision

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

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

Soon, our love would turn into dust, I could not breath
Yet, I looked saw behind those facades of "perfect"
Her bright smile became an image that would reflect
Soon, the calm lake had two fish floating, dead

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

As we seep into the loveless sky
Seeing it through with each night
Knowing not what follows
With each kiss, I let out a sigh
Never knowing when it will come back to me, though

Some friends
Some folks
Cuddle up to my kisses
Desires for thighs just okay
Heights of colder man make my home
Warmer men make my bed
Lower men can ease my mind
Cashing on my interests and coursing through my puddles of love

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

He: so do you want to go out?
She: does that mean dinner or bed
He: maybe, you aren't that pretty
She: so, I guess bed.

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

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

The museum call for people
And the extinct relics remind me
Falling in meditated love and religious respect
Sacrosanct people are extinct
Like the blessings of good thoughts
We are in a museum of dinosaurs and understanding people

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

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

How do we spread love
If stand the risk of
Spreading fatal contagion
If you are looking out
For others
Do go outside
Because there is trouble
So don't panic
Spread peace
If your heart is troubled

Your coat of cupboards, armchairs
Roccoco and coquettish cupping the wrong coup
We could be disguised as bloodstreams

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