If you think life is a *****
Remember
Love is a dog from hell
If you think suicide is the answer
Remember
Life isn't in question
If you fear life's little failures
Remember
Fear is no success at all

Torrid fascination with the sullen
Sullen, being pejorative, is a need for the passionate
My life and my pursuits are the reason for my sullied imagination

Don't think twice
It's fine, and I'm alright
Sometimes, it's not so rough
To respond, and it's okay if you're in for a night
That I could live without for a while
It's much too strong, too see it through
Life has come to a new beginning
The stuff I'm made of and plastered on
Like a fool
It's like little locket of love
Locking me out of my own memories
You were once mine
And now know, the key to your heart
Is gone, for no one to respond
The lover's charm can open the door, once more
But, I guess it just takes your kiss, to pick up the phone

Prison seems warm
A place like getting stuck in a mental dream
Of a stranger with no blessed thought
You could be lost in a thought
Or been working on those instincts
We still need you
Somehow time changes how you look at the terrain trenchantly
There's no reason for changing your whereabouts
THere's no nee3d for singing songs if you have good remand
With the positive strain of force, he rests his hand
On The quill
There is an armor around him
Of rattle and pens.
A novel achievement
There is an established county
He isn't a fiction
Like this story

You were once mine
Now I am moving on

Why are men essentially
Different from women?
Ask yourself as a feminist
If you would do unto a man
What man wouldn't do unto a woman
In that perspective, it becomes clear
That men and women are quite similar
We can restrain ourselves
Only that women are less restrained
It should be noted that emotions have a role to play
However, to assume gender empowerment
It is necessary to find similarities
Between each gender
Thus, we can live harmoniously
Unless male patriarchy is the ultimate hindrance
To feminine sexuality

Much like unhappiness
Can cause few fights
It can cause a few of many starry-stuff
If it’s hard to explain
Try harder, and become one with the stars
Happiness, will shine together with comeliness

It is the bleak month of March
Colder than most
Yellow smoke comes out of the lower city
Turns the corner as I look around for apple trees in bloom
O'er by the streets the curtains hide stains
Most of us are cannot bear to stare
As we find love and loss together
No matter the cost as is always hard to bear
Love is the only innocence I fear
How much I need to be loved!
I've turned to money, ****** and mere crisis
Should I push the moment to senility
What more tools do I possess
As we bunch our posessions and indecisions
Soon we will have no choice but merely the tragedy of guilt
Many can say goodbye with poignancy
If the loss of hope is a short dance
Let the flowers bloom before they wilt demurred
Then of to dance with death is to find their rightful place
****** rosebuds gather while ye' may
In the forests of nature's blossom
Many people cannot let their fate weave
As their end nears and hope will not relieve the troubled soul
The fine things of life shall clear the clouds of doubts
Life is celebrated as their mind plunders their false notions
Window panes are shuttered and prisoners motion from inside
My mind is cluttered as it reminds itself
Don't get too clever or proud
They claim fortune favors the first
Because when the love's dead
You can hear time's winged chariot hurry near
So does the insipid illness of worry
As we wait for hope and ask love to hurry
You'll see that anger if you look close
In my eyes of insidious intent
Where civilization retreats in a lurid murmur
As the music of my mind plays and dances
I ask myself if I dare to be free
If I profess my love and take chances
Then my doubts follow
And my observations and destiny wait
At the crossroads to take a different step
My misshapen head is full of thin hair
The Ballad of The Thin Man plays
As I tap on my thighs amidst banter
They say bring his head on a platter
It's no great matter to take the poison of indignation
As the bitter matters settles with a smile and a tip of the hat
If I resign myself to the muses of my mother
And the dogma of my brother and sister makes me small
'Twixt my first novel is thrown from the shelves of the town hall
Now my hat is worn out and so is my smile

Why don't you hold my hand
Be my friend
Instead of my lover
We can be flowers
Who never touch each other
But, share beauty
Of spring's unseen presence
As well as the same soil

There are no
Similarities between us
Just dead space

Some people lie
Some people tell truths
Some people in the future
Will never know the difference between the two

When winter comes
I'll be home
I promise myself
Then, I remind the children
Sitting near the fireplace
That papa won't die
He will just be gone for a long time
When summer is gone
Our house will know the sun
And I will see the beauty in your feminine eyes
As the rigid frame shatters everyday
You look into the mirror of everlasting youth
When autumn comes
The leaves will drown in the wind
As will my spirit follow the gust of earthly zephyr
May, my love, our love will turn sepia
As red, rusted and golden leaves that will burst
In hot profusion
When spring comes
We will relive our incomplete love
You will mourn my loss
And I will yours
When winter comes
I'll be home
For now, I have been gone a long time
So, put my children to sleep with a lullaby

This is a little
Embarrassing
So please sing

When we look into ourselves
Deeply
We realize everyone is trying hard
How can we look into ourselves
Without realizing
We are at war with our souls
How can we ask for love
When we give suspicion
In return for friendship
Look into yourself deeply
If you hear silence
You may weren't born with a soulless voice
Sleep on this, or wake up and apologize for being sentimental
About your life

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

I will stalk the high road, alone
Not take the youthful bend of woods
Through the looped ends of hills, stalking fortune
I shall watch the empty, mournful horizon

Life is but an empty picture
If you walk among oceans, day arising
If you can hear the slow, powerful rise
You see waters made a silent creature

With these small slumbers, the heart that listens
If I am a painter, through love's blissful illusion
No great matter, more than possessed suns
Breathless across eloquent paths, glisten

Like a bird unchanged, by the deep serene
Finding my love's hue, in lustrous ultramarine

Our memories are changing
Love's fading, tomorrow is today's game
Ill-fated end to every day, unchanging
Writing books by the staircase
Moderately famished, taking the hallway
Downstairs, I live with my sisters and a thousand people
In a diary, a thousand unknown faces
But, memories change
Love's just a whisper
Unchanged, a day can have a happy ending
Books are written in a library
The staircase points to a ruby, emerald colored carpet
Wainscoted walls, feverishly stained by pink
My childhood had gone away in a blink
The rest of us stayed at home, under the revolving sun
Where the sky was clear, we could come out
Playing in the golden hair of sunshine and melodious breeze
Arduously pelting hail would accompany the storm
I could command all the elements
If I were a boy unknown to pain and woe

I'd love to let you in
You wouldn't think I was alright
When I cry on the spilled milk
My heart turns blue and eyes turn rouge
It is the happiness of my heart
That leaves me in the dark
Everything is in the wrong place
When I see things in gold and silver
As I lose the ability to recognize an unpolished diamond

Love is unforgettable
Let me tell you a story
About how I fell for you

Your smile is true
Hear my song
About how I hated those lies

Our conversations are frequent
Let me recite a soliloquy
Between our lips

Your kiss is sweet
Let me tell you a story
On how they make me feel

Your beauty is addictive
Hear my song
About ecstasy

What in the world
Should I do
If I love you too?

my howling wind
my serious face
my discerning grin
my great distress
my reams of crass literature
All pile up into my life

On the blue ocean
I see wondrous light
In the yellow sun
Under the red sky
When all the colors come
Together, it is the perfect warmth
Like salt water cool against my skin
And warm in the sand

Since when I was a kid
I never minded your hand in mine
Because no one had held me that tightly

She tells me
About the tedious
Times I had
With you
You and your
Fumbling fails
My child
Never got up
From her sleep
Help never came to her
Because
You never there
Honey
You arrived
A little late
That hope
Was a place
For the people who understood
And a heaven for
Those ignorant of
Warring souls

I wake from this dream
I see butterflies appreciating the scheme of things
Going across the universe this is how we leave
Out with our solace, and the taste is bittersweet
When we left our home, for some other love
And life, and the haste of everyday people
Salamanders swimming hailing the giant houses
Effective waters, these will brim and crash with the shape
Of my dim light of survival, and the delight of shame and guilt
Sorrow, for the revived and convivial lives
Are you sure, we show enough for our actions
And disaster is what we show for our sins and inactivity?
Mistaking for being cautious, open with ourselves for the
The fire of the times, and the proclivity of the insane
And sanctimonious people looking at us in the good days, we die
Sane, we lively bunches will score the breadth of many oceans
Making our lives better with poorer dreams, relying on the same sins

Out of darkness
Comes Jesus
In my dreams
My life was in pieces
The light of my life
I stared into my hands
With regret
I had none to give
A company who desired my will
He asked me to silence my nerves
The trembling fears
Came back alive
I washed all my face
To forget the vision
The past had an innocence
Now it reminded me of his presence
The darkness shifted
And I fell on the bathroom floor
The lava lamp hovered in iridescent tides
Lush green plants watered themselves
God had left a miracle behind

Don't fall for faces
Just Smile

I ain't got nothing to do
On this pale afternoon
Just to sit and write you line
Maybe I'll open a cold soda
Think of memories and hold 'em
Hell, it's been a long time
I reckon you are doing well
I may not read about you
But that's alright
I suppose the way you faced me
In my bed
When I'm soulless and losing my head
I can't get next to you
I reckon you are doing well
Little homesick
But, that will pass
I reckon you are doing well
May is lonesome without you
In summer
With the whispers of love becoming unheard
Now my heart tries find you
Like the blues
Confused about what it really needs
The truth of the matter
All I need is to get to you

The part of me that loves you
Cleans the room
Puts up posters
Wondering which part went missing
When you ran from my heart

They called it prying
It was a tragedy
That you didn't see it coming

I watched a film once
It was a thing of beauty
And the actress was even more so
I suppose they call them actors now
She splayed her co-star with a kick
To the rib and then to the other
I liked her prowess
It was the guilt that made me
Go after her pursed lips
As my eyes wandered across well covered clippage
I coveted and lingered
Some might call it ravenous or cinematic
Some may think it being rogue and dangerous
I never took her for a star
I saw her for what she was in the end
A promise for more and more
She never kept her promise
If she did I think she would have told me
In her head or feet at least
So as I undid the cinematography
Lured her out of her home
I made her crawl on the floor
She had never seen such things before
I had her to myself
I think I did
I thought I did
Until I saw a tear tarnish her perfect face
It was a Tuesday
Or the day after
Many of the memories are lost
In a flurry

Some of you ***** ******* writing how much you love love
The idea of losing someone close to your dreamworld is like cotton
Buds flying across the star-spangled banner or the loveless
You may think you love her
But, you can never be sure if it is love
Until you are willing to **** about and have the path of glory in the sight
If you wish the truth come to you, you need to have the inclination
So that when it ******* hits you, you are prepared
Do not cry, because tears are better in the rain
When writing in agonizing alliteration about the teary tumult of racing rain
Does it come close to your expectations of being famous, or would you *******
From the responsibilities meant for you, one night stands would ****
You for life without the garden and patio to sustain your *****-less nights
So, what's up morning sleepyhead, the story rises like soulful vibes?
With the ashes of coffee-like memories, you could journalize
Realize, the ashes were just the flame to rub you the wrong way
****, it might even be make-believe if you have your open shame
In love, *** and pain there is only two ways, and it's always leaving
And being with someone, without your rags to riches story, is impossible
Have a golden heart with the only motivation for tomorrow's set
Let today's act finish with the ovation of the many against you
In your dreams, they might be ******* you and the anger doesn't
******* up, like watching the sunset without your permission
The line cuts and you are all alone with an idea of you
Washed on the footprints of the sandy desolate beach, at home

I want of the world
That is in the darkness of your eyes
My love is underneath the mulled sunrise
Time will tell if those were lies
As long as you arise in a fragrant morning
Covered in the darling buds of spring
Washed in the clovers with their nascent stem
Amid the petrichor and fragrance in the breeze
If the morning dew rushes down
Let our love be benign
And follow the clouds
For our lips cannot touch on this solid ground
You are my garden
Where I spend my last days

I let her shine
I let her fly
I let the ring finger hold the gold mine

A balloon, the only thing
That flies without
Being misconstrued

Our urges are primal and therefore animalistic.
Our dominating, territorial urges are defined not by humanism
Instead by primitive impulses
That is why we are animals

Whereas we should be humans first
Because we breed on the suffering of others
We continuously exploit our position and those underneath us
We can never be living because we thrive off death

We do the same to fellow humans as we ******
Torturing them in self-interest and pushing forth selfish agenda
We are maybe lowlier than animals because we have the capacity to feel, to think
Instead, we choose to destroy and exterminate

Laying waste to beings that do matter
And celebrating things that we can assign value
In all likeness, we are living things as much as plants are living
We serve to breathe

But do not benefit the planet or give the world what it needs
We are incapable of peace, but relish war
That is the nature of our race, whether you like it or not.

Earning currency
With the doorknobs
Of a zillion webs

Don't try
If you can't
You aren't my kind of woman

You were beautiful once
Like the autumn breeze
Now the leaves are raked away

By someone who refuses to remember
What he had
The stars pave the way those who try

While, those who don't try
The morning begins
Tomorrow, tomorrow after the night

Love is an open door
As a movie once said
But, to me love can mean
Many things which are
Tossed photographs, crumpled petals, voice notes, forgotten evenings of petrichor
Sometimes it is waiting at a locked door
That you find true love
The rest that comes later
Turns to nostalgia

I felt the debris cling to my shoe
I felt a stranger hold me
I fell for a trick as my lover held me in a glance
As I ran from the country house
I felt the touch of fire on my eyes
I felt the wetcloth on my forehead
I fell for the banality of a nurse
As I ran from the hospice
I don't want this war
To take me alive
"We'll see to that for a moment"
My gunnery sergeant said as he handed me a rifle
As I clasped the trigger
I shot at the sky
I thought,"This bird has flown."
The skies were bare

I haven't been in love
Being in love
Means forever
She wanted something else
I respected that
The pain stays forever
You said you were in love
Those were your words not mine

I miss the way the room lit up
When your eyes glanced mine
And you'd blush a little
And smile a bit

I still remember how you
Told me your hands were small
As an excuse to hold mine
And I could tell it felt right

If I trace back time
And do it all again
I'd make more memories
That could save me tonight

My note is a little too late
Because my heart died yesterday
When I couldn't feel the arms
From which bled my wrists, wrestling with death

Wide open eyes
As my tears drained my life

In this day, a second is valuable
I hold some spring rain for an hour
Often many pages that rustle and flower
During a windy night, the Earth seems to fall still
Folding like a water lily in a lake and taking thee
As I follow the wilderness and doves of peace
In a day of expression and hope
I have my heart that mutinies
It wants to take you away from scrutiny
In another fleeting second
The petrichor in my heart attracts you
You love the dryness of my whisper
That cracks like a young bonfire in the middle of the night
In the windy night, on the cusp of passionate storms
Approaching tomorrow, to free our souls from regret and borrowed time
Finally, I have the courage to say, "My heart believes in coincidence too."

The future cannot be decided
In countless days, I have never met anyone
With the ability to predict what love brings
Yet, when I hear the music of life
And the melody of nature
I seem to know harmony, beforehand
That is why the Earth circles the Sun forever
And without music, life would be a mistake
On this blue planet with a panoramic view of the sky
I cannot help recalling the etude of being with you
As I measure my life out in spoonfuls of sugar
With tea and biscuits, all taken black and sweet

Memorize your war anew
Like a violin unused in a room
Roam fields on a red lake
Often evening embraces the placid dew
Certain fallen red leaves in the silver morning left
Gold, yellow and hectic red among autumn's few

Empty words are bleeding
What lies beyond the suffering
As peace comes to no fruition
Part logic and part indecision
After a countless number of thoughts
We all are equal under one, God

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

In the beginning
I took my sorrows
To the river of dreams
Cleansing my soul
Singing myself to sleep with a cuckoo ring

In the middle of a forest
I found my fireflies
All show me the light in the dark
When I gained a heart, I wandered
Onto the stellar waterfront

Now the end comes near
In sight as a breeze on the Kafkaesque shore
Endless as that proverbial river
And realize, God is like a shadow
When I lose myself, it guides me

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...

I could write
A thousand, "I love yous"
But my heart would still be silent

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