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

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

                                                                       left some streams, to come upon some this up

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

The drive that settled the mumbling crowd
The sepulchral sound
This was the corporate counting their change
Chasing after trains
Gun holsters completely covered in dust
The face is burnt beyond examined, and belief
Strikes on the mud of existence
An illiterate examination of this would be a pass at life
Or miss this chance, counselor
That ******
Those accounts
Too many layman waiting to taste
The political dogma
Of dog's howl from delight
In Elderberry Moonlight
Finally woken up to the purple haze
Of signs and prodded by the ******* her shoulder
Telling its gonna be a good time
Really feeling free in her breezy relations
The childhood ignored all those mistakes
I am left for different strokes
Time's done, and time's now
Signs are changing shades
The lace bra still sticks around her weighty *******
The following gnome too short for her limited point of view
That's why we broke up too

We shall walk by the lake
Through slow places
Awash in the pace of the cloud
In scenery by trace of some wind
Disguised by greenery ushering in a new breath
That stays today, as you sigh
And leave tomorrow, as you die
When we talk about our favorite things
The birds and bees will live in immutable space
Where we cannot communicate
With them in this avidly churned phantasmagoria of emotion
Swooning to the melody of the obstinate composer
Waltzes that shall never stop
Breezing amidst the land that never dries as dying hearts do
In our distress, we shall find peace and the truth
The heat will rise like the sun will on black, thick ice
And the eyes of my lover will have green
Or blue, it is no grey matter like the skies
As the extent of her love will have purified me
As absolution and freedom does
When the trees die in the future
Today and tomorrow will coalesce
Into one small debt
We have to pay nature
On the burning lake, much to my surprise

When it rains
The cloud with their shapely faces
Seldom hide, although grey

Within the sky, thunder bursts fearless
Carrying clouds back to the earth
Bringing passers to hutted places, leaving merchants penniless

Afraid of being drenched
And judging others
Who seek shelter

Yet, in our innate sadness
Some of us tire of dreaming of better weather
Because our beaten shade is all we have

Purpose in life
Is as lost
As finding meaning
However
There isn't a day that
Goes by
That nights don't feel colder
It may be the weather in general
But I have never felt more at ease
When sleeping in quilts
In the cold nasty breeze

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

God didn't know that
He was making poetry
When he made you leave me

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

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

People often lie
Even when the truth is obvious
So that they can learn to smile
To live in a vase
However the truth shall set you free
Who likes reality
So your love is a mixed review of me

You smile everyday
I hear the laughter in your cheeks
Someday I might be away
And you make me cry instead
I still ask you to laugh or lay
Your love will always be a mixed review

Who likes reality
Anyway this is a tough break
We can live together under a tree
Yellow and green can mix too
I suppose I don't have moxie
Your mixed reviews can seem cool

I get into a tizzy
Over your rainbow hair
Under a fuzzy tree
Which loses leaves in the afterhours
As the seagull calls out to the seas
You give mixed reviews and empower me

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

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

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

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

You asked
And asked
Where was the candle
In the dark and the utter delight
Of enjoying jazz and some fancy veal
To share the weal and woe of our life
Grand is a big word
You asked
And asked
Then, turned to look at the past
Shall we be friends?

Poverty
Breaks your cold heart
To see it
But it doesn't mend your ways

Magicians are interesting
They can conjure
And trick someone
They are similar to God
In some ways
They are as powerful
Because they can trick the mind into believing
Like faith and religion

As evidenced
In thine soft eyes
There lay a hardness of obsidian and darkness
Darkest night and ocular sheen
Hypnotize such lasers that shine from her hair
Red and purple with black
The leaves would compliment her head of roses
That leaves crackle under her footstep
If she walks in autumn, then she wanders in summer
If her hair meant to slip through the rug of nature
It would
As her beauty lies in her demeanour
She is a beauty of many seasons
Meet men of many reasons

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

There was a fire
A cinema full of smog
A boy with a toy
A girl without a voice

We let the theatre burn
The curtain call
Everyone screamed
All fell down on all fours

The cinema lies in ruins
The boy held on to his mom
The girl stole herself away
From the mirror, wishing she was strong

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

Trick or treat
Half of Africa
Doesn't have food to eat

The night and the year
The time and tears
The sudden nature and human nature
The fears of fine lines

Some of us are piqued, and some of us intrigued
The hidden exposition of this pain is wisdom gained
In my past, I'm still suffering once again
Because of my age

Ye shores in the evermore
I look to you to walk under moonlit
Times under the years of the sophomore

The clime and timeless skies
Make another rainbow
Maybe, glancing somewhere over the rainbow
Like a midnight spoon, high and near

You're missing me I know
We used to go out every week
On a Sunday, its a couple of hours
My Dad we held our love with a kiss on the cheek

You're thinking of me
I know I am, how was your day?
How was the workplace? Your boss?
Soon, I know you'll be away

I'll be broken and in pieces.

You won't put me back together the same way
Yet, when I try to
I always fall apart the next day
We are two yards away and tomorrow is another grey day

My ears thrill at the sound of your voice
My heart finds peace and feels whole
It was an eternity when I was a child
And you felt young, I know Dad because I'm getting older

Faster, with everyday and those yards are turning to lightyears
Please come back before time runs out

The soul calls love
It's ally because it understands
It completely
I call love a mistake
Because I have misconstrued
Loving yourself can never be a mistake
Remember that
All girls are beautiful
And should be safe
Some men are strong and amazing
Let the soul teach us about love
Not fads and trends
Telling us what we'd love to buy

A person who repents
Holds too many regrets
Has a small heart unable to express himself
In chaos
Some of us find a road of valor instead
Of opposition to our expression
We seek to be ignorant
When we should be brave
We hate cowards
When we fear that our heart
Cannot accept everyone
We could at least
Work on our fears
And help others understand the courage
The will is inherent and if we understand the risks
We could have substance in this chaotic world order
Some of us never return from our journeys
Some of us never wish to either
That is the story of faults and flaws
We get hindered by plotting out holes in each other
Pushing one another in the game of life
We should have counted the cowards instead of the *******

Even though you can't fly
You can still dream
About the sweaters that
Your family bought you
Or easily think
about the grandmother
Who brought you up
With clothes together
And with innocence
You say goodbye to your
Clothes and your home
And you're going places
as your honor
leaves in the straits of decision
But it is pride pure
Pure isn't it
However, we go down the
Worst roads
And come back the best paths
Hope that the old geezer
Goads
God the hermit
God the one waiting for you back stage
Keeping an eye on your performance
Keeping away all the strangers
You meet strangers
Through God

I walk through lakes
I might be the water
On the reeds underneath
I may be the underbelly
Of a blue whale
And an aquatic animal
Alike

My best friend
Is bit of a raving lunatic
Too soft at heart though
That's my dog for you
She can climb mountains too
But she is an emotional rollercoaster
That's my dog for you
My best friend
May not be the brightest one in the lot
But what she has she has got a lot
A bit of wolf and loyalty

The sun is beautiful
To not care means
You simply know that

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

When it's gentle and calm
It is said to heal all
In a way that we sleep with ease
Those who live with ease
Live freely

A casual look at your ****
Is a simple feeling of pleasure in a world
Full of complicated goodbyes
A casual look at your hair
When the dews are falling from the leaves
And the hesitant mind is preoccupied with fear
A casual look at your **** stain
Is not enough to make the world explode
But, the thoughts I dare keep in my dreams
Ought to stare at me right in feelings

The promised land is ours among anything easy
Where crickets live in silent trees
As the birds in the evening, congregate
Where we trail the train and its gait
I know when the birds levee their weight
With wings of fate
Wet flowers wilt in her hair, dry today
Of a passenger who is making her way

My girl is away for a while and I can still time
When I am with her, I can still feel her
We shared coaches on a long train and passing the fields
The countryside was different now

It was beautiful when she was near
She was a beautiful girl that I revered
I didn't deserve her

My love is in my heart and there it swallows itself
Guiding me through life and processing the jagged edges
Along the way, when she left
I didn't deserve her I said, but a cuckoo still sang for my vanquished state

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

There's a girl I'd forgotten long ago
As that summer subsided
The trees lost their leaves
And autumn arrived

I've pretended that I felt nothing
It's been years since we last kissed
But it is summer once again
I'm reminded of her

They come in faint whispers
And frail fingers clutch onto those tired memories
That I can't seem to let go of
At this time of the year

I feel the ache after all this time
Once the flowers begin to bloom, yellow and white
Fluttering in a candid breeze that tells me
She's still out there

Stood up by her date
She was inside crying in men's washroom at around midnight
She was lush and plump ready for cable TV
Or a night out in blue jeans or white pants to hide bare buttocks on unknown alleys
Play and pause as the law stood by on gender roles
She was to be mine only
She shared the restroom blues with blue eye Vera Lynn
As she wailed during her weekend in the boy's washroom and had him later
Maybe men's clothes have some plus points such as lose underwear
Which she would wear after a night in my Paris
Last I saw her, was in her happiest haze
I'll smile on this dead planet just for these stories where jealous hearts sing equity
My heart will smile too like I heard moanin' Jack Daniels and overleaped
I'll please and release myself
Or must I be shackled and bound by general propriety
Look at the one who handles the loom with unseen unction
Pray observe the ones who do less than brew tea for parties and let dogs out for a walk
She liked my simple things and I liked that
My love story ended when here it began for her once more

Jump from heights, written in books
Dropout of colleges, that burn 'em
Or case in study, carelessly read your oeuvre of imminent desires
***** to shine if you'll be fine, and this thin line
Is where I forget to draw a chalk mark
The feeling is like nails on the chalkboard
I have no grasp on reality, let's not be happy for one day
Cusp of time, I can relate
We are both standing on the edge of nothingness, unable to identify with ourselves
Sounds familiar doesn't it if you pray in places

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

The pasta cooked
With the red tomatoes
The barley grain
Tastes rustic, relishing
The garlic bread
Says the cheese
tastes nice
But I prefer, a drink of wine
With a plate next to human fingers

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

Wonderful
A piece of paradise
Window sill plants

There is a bird
On my window
Without a song
The room is dead
It has been for long
A furlong farther
You will find a raven
Her claws and feather
Are made of fear and loathing
Soon she shall look
The other way
When the sun sets
The dead will wake up
The dead

I found an island
In your arms
Country in your
Eyes
Does the rain die
If the country lies

Looked at shades under the trees
Hanging under the leaves
Seem to move like the wonder of wind
Just forgetting my life
I pray you can share shadows
You see it striding in the evening
Or leaving the land in the fresh air
I show fear in a handful of promises
That fly away like refracted light
I will be your worst friend in heaven
Your best teacher

Come together
In silence
Or never speak again