I want to melt into
A beautiful place
Where nature burns
And the water cools the trees
Like the wind hastens a candle to a halt
The fire burns in your legs
A numbness in my fingers
Stops me as I press my ears
Against the wall
I want to melt into
Your bedroom and hide under the covers
That covers your *******
And protects your virginity
Eroding rocks turn to desert sand
Weather touches your neck
My lips thirst for some cool breeze
A zephyr climbs through your heights
Like a deafening silence washes on a battlefield
The desert is hotter than the sun

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

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

I am stuck in claustrophobia
If I am around you
In an elevator

We came from different places
It was the words that tied
Our minds like ropes
Except, you were learning the walk to heaven
As I descended into hell
Or maybe it was love.

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

I'm not unmade
And unashamed at
The seams of my part, that have been sewn together

Thoughts don't come so easy
Thank god
Difficult to shorten haikus

The conditions of rights of the people
Some of you like, this is on the government
Are the open signs of poverty in a country

I'm a fish in the sea
The sea and ocean are worlds apart
But, there are a plenty of fish in the sea
I guess I am in such beauty

True as ice and fire
When Prometheus set fire to the sky
Zeus the Thunderer ties his chest to a rock
Zeus is cold
I'm in such beauty

I'm a writer
Who makes a few cents
For his nonsense
They call it Gonzo and he made a name
Cause in such beauty that's only open to some of the hippies

I see beauty all these weird people
The universe is so diverse and feeling
That pigeons crowd the steeple
Every evening to talk us
Biden's won and there's such goodness in India
But we lost the rich to the count

Better income, tax breaks for the middle class
Much more beauty on Planet Earth
Just what we need

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

You cast a spell on me
Put me in space
Where I am the center of the universe

How did you know
So much love
My friend

If you wanted to wake up
Why did you wake me up
Did you love someone?

I love our world
I think it shouldn't be hurt
Or destroyed

It must be reborn.

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 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

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

You left my heart naked
What the hell do I do?
It was stupid, I stopped loving you

My ghosts stopped chasing
They kept haunting your memory
It was stupid, I stopped loving you

You left my heart broken
Where do I go?
It was lovely, now you love someone

It has never been harder
To look as easy as a summer breeze
I stopped loving those things too

You hurt my joy
Took my sleep
Left a boy with no pride

I have nothing to love about you
What do I do?

Why are women so forbidden
If love is the first impulse we have?

To write a lyric on your scrounged out drawers
Would be war of a poet's smiles
So, I take a flower from your hat
Are you Thomas or Bob?
I can't ignore the broken corners near the eye

You need **** the thirst of buds
With the graves of men and women
Bow at the altar of the Joan of Arc
As she billows like the flames and blood

Everything is faded
As she fakes
Like a guileless child
Or a woman who is mine

Some day I will be an artist who writes
To express himself
In a universe
Where the unexpressed
And unspoken
Escape the eye of someone else
Who has always been unloved

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

It is strange
How women adore the right men
But, despise the wrong one
Love is so right
So broken in its ideals
So wrong in its beauty
And so pathetic in its necessity
An entire generation pushing babes
Into cinema screens
Dealing slave work for women
And women only
Women are beautiful
Only because they think they need
Men

My mom has seen
Me eat ice cream
That's why she knows
I have a sore throat
And confidence issues

Her honesty
And it's still sweet
With a little brutality
One cannot hate the truth
When it comes from those truthful lips
And lying eyes
With a seductive smile
There is nothing I wanna change
About her
Only that I loved her

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

If you could have my heart
You could have it all
If you could have my soul, I swear
In spring, wouldst be in fall
And in winter it would turn cold
Take my heart, as the trees hold the earth
Evergreen as the tempestuous sigh
As I write to thee, being unheard

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

Once I was sitting among smoke rings and laughter
A snake came from the azure waters
Somebody shot the poor reptile
I asked him was that a ghost
A strange reply came from his lips
When the eyelids don't shut
When the dreams turn to daydreams
These creatures **** the cocoons and fire
In the winters when the ice takes over
They only slide into their gold skin
Akin to the season
There is torpor
And everyday can't be a summer dithyramb
An august reverie of the old fat lady is everywhere
Or the church dies with christened saints
It is the prayers that keep me awake
And the hiss of the lizard king
The sermons haven't wiped the tears
Only fears have turned to wrought iron
Galvanized by the gold skinned reptilian queen
I love your inner demons
They have no compassion
I would have shot it in the same fashion
Quite impassioned with a rectitude
As I name this beast with the right attitude
Only your love can absolve me
I don't need your friendship
Blitzkrieg will not bring the snake from the burrow
Or this confusion where fire treks and climbs tomorrow
Through the forests and the tedium of twigs
A medium of solitude will crumble
Allows me to see why I tremble
I can't feel your lightning
In the stormy weather and fiery hours
The lizard king still lives
The furnace of the lamp that burns bright
In the garden
I left it there, to ensnare them all

I wish I wasn't so fat
If I ate more, I'd **** myself
Or those predators would rip my flesh
Revealing my insecurities
I wish they would because my bones are ghostly, fragile

I'll die before I sigh
If we get everything where we grow up
And have no one to look up to
Except our needs and bleeding toes
We would fight for our right
If only we knew what we were doing for food

Poised is the night
Relaxed is the sultry tide
Sun is like a speck in the sky
Moon is like a pebble on the shore
One covered by horizon
And the other blanketed by the ocean
The skyline extends and she kisses my cheek
Trees rustle in the wind
And obstinate leaves fall hastily
Her kisses mean so much
Her body lies on the water and sand
Life's always a constant rush
But, the strands of her hair envelope my face
I get lost in her scent
It smells salty and like freedom
I have to free myself from such dreams
That make me laze in the sun as I look at her auburn skin
The sea breeze touches my lips

We look at ourselves unknowing of the consequence of our actions
We may exist for the betterment of others or the detriment of others
As much as we may believe that the truth is our good facet
It fades with time as we develop an understanding of ourselves
The essence of human nature often requires we understand this through poetry
In poetry, the truth can take many shapes and pull us to an imaginary platform
However, despite the truth fading not being an essence of human nature is true
The strength of something righteous or an understanding of good is required to propel the truth
The truth may gain meaning, but, people may benefit of off lies
That is human nature, not the concept that truth fades into fugue
A spiritual fugue such as a car salesman struggling with his job engages in speaking a lie
He is not being indulgent, he is simply lying to survive
Surviving is the true essence of human nature
That is why the truth may or may not fade from the human conscience
Multiple conceptions of the truth are good
Many interpretations of what is the truth are not
As the person, thus, becomes capricious in his pursuit to spiritual development
So, it is the struggle to survive or become a spiritual being
The truth shall not always set you free

If you only would fill
My shoes
I would tap dance under the starlight

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...

When I write on pages
Meant for me
It is with today's ink
And tomorrow's pity
That I write about yesterday
It is just a collection of days now
Called Dear Diary
Because the walls have ears
At least after many tomorrows, they will
I jot pithy sayings in an effort
Less is more and more or less, the bedrock is made
For thought cannot be excavated
Reasoning cannot be forced
Only what is excavated is forced out
Within the same ground of memory
I keep my personal belongings
"I must not forget my suitcase."
It has my diary, the walls shall never tear

Finally,
A chance
Though
Through
The instincts that made
Me
And Enemies
To Prove our resistance
A resistance
That was formed on peaceful riot
And looking at the bigger picture
Critics of social commentary said
Riots never seemed more ******
And blown out of proportion

Weirdness
Laughs in her

As she is weird
As she can be

Odd isn't it,
Awkwardness

time keeps freezing
In my hands

My palms stay cold
Feeling the heat of the night
Of sensual calm

Time passes away
Awkwardness keeps the weirdness
Both say, "hey, beautiful."

Among things untold of
I already know
But I keep fighting the bitterness
Being happy someday

Among things to say and untold stories
I only hear what comes next
Can we open ourselves today?

In all those lonely places
Within the locks and chains
Can we break the gates?
Of what we used to say

Among things you never speak
There are a few words
You can think so don’t breathe

Among things to say and untold stories
I only hear what comes next
Can we open ourselves today?
All I do is dream

In a place for us to bury the living
Can you share my place?
I don’t want to go yet

Weighing my decisions
By my possessions
Coming to conclusions
About my pursuits
Of happiness

There are memories clawing at me
The walls have marks on them as well
The streets are as empty as December skies
Now, it seems the orange clouds won't show a silver line

I wander through the breeze effortlessly
Pondering on how the winds blew
I had the best of times and worst of them just as easily
The skies will be blue someday, not now

When we no longer care for ourselves
Like a twig that hangs from a tree
The parched crevices of a forest
Yearn for youthful streams

Much like how your young face
That bears a semblance of hope
Wrinkled by the lost fire of the past
I know an ember lurks in your wooden heart

When streams run through the forest
Youth returns losing it's maturity and ambition
Ceaselessly it claws at my walls
And those orange clouds are the ebbing slowly

I was sure
You'd be fine
If I caressed you
And held you in arms
So right
You left my heart bare
Omens are dark and close
Covering our love in despair
I was sure
You'd be fine
If we hadn't wasted time
Precious time

Don't shed a tear for me
For I have no love
Don't cry for me again
For I have no I love yous for you
The revolution has jailed me
I am in love with the war
But I need freedom from the enemy
The enemy who will cry for me when I die
Just like the heart of the sun asks us to slave away everyday

Where the insane linger
They bite their nails
Twist the hair of their sagging *******
Soon, they will die and live at the same time

In another place and another time
They may be tossed papers of poems
If they exist or don't
It is just the same

Soon, they will breathe and be breathless
As the moon takes a vivacious scenery
Into azure skies and calls them midnight
The day will salvage the rest

The fear in their eyes
Will be calm as the lively sea
They shan't sigh
If they grow old, old, old as stone

As the term ends, our high school diploma got older
Some were getting wasted, or some couldn't handle the pressure
The pleasure came in some wasted alley where there was such moribund or hatred
As the term ends, our high school became more diplomatic in such erfolgt
They had finally realized that teaching them literature would cause a gilded outbreak
They hadn't contained the outrage of a few failing students hung by a very thin thread
Posers and imposters were making the most of this water
Putting any more biological crap would make education a palabra

We are coiled in ice and iridescent white
The world isn't here to stay and stride
Silence is just a whisper in my ear as we walk past what lies
Sullen earth rings a song from the depths of hell for the dying flies
Despair is near us as well disease
In naked water, we are burning like the troposphere and trees
When will we rip the ground and save our dry brown love
That lies underneath
As we tirelessly live in an inferno of thoughts and doubts
Enduring our own minds as well as our mouths
That need to speak or be fed with untruths
Silence is just a whisper in my ear as we walk past what dies

I am sick of beauty
I need you to bare
Your soul and be ugly
Without being beleaguered
So do your duty
Start looking *****
As the guys want your phone
To call their mother
Because you have the heart
Go and get the right guy
Who treats you like he treats
His mom, must be proud of you
So unfortunate, but perfect

A fly
In my closet
Cannot bee

You exist in my mind
You live in my heart
You hold a place in my lines
Which try to bridge mind, body and soul
Without you in my life
This poem is an incomplete metaphor
For love

I wish I could take a part
Of your mind
And make it my whole being

As your love could fill my heart
The oceans would
Find that they were empty

Don't get hooked
On the past, and let the fun
Ruin you

People can be pretty
Or pretty despicable
At least it's pretty