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

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

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

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

If nobody rose to expectations
People would stop to look
If nobody had belief
People would stop being realistic
If nobody cared about you
Nobody would
Neither you

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

To find the right to educate
I undulated in classrooms for Christmas day
Atmosphere was frenzy with talk and bustling

Boys known to us, came preying for us too
A picture in a moment and many
Back near the screen door slammed, a star can't hold

I beg to differ with the answer of love
Sin in the insidious polymath jailed weak
Land of saw-dust restaurants among cheap malls

The tanks share skies, unfeeling, today itself
I know the shells there keep us silenced
Like cautious children, express themselves easy

Abstruse comforts in home of the kind
Children cry when they see unyielding days
Let us make our visit or dare to pass

Like a canary that don't sing with broken firebirds
So keep your feather ready
There will be murders by the numbers

We will catch up soon with our own lives
When history repeats itself step by step
Shout will be bridled with whelmed with war

Ever since my wife died
My well
Hath run dry

Hard times are for the trying
And easy times
Are for the prying
Success is a ladder
You got to follow
The truth
Not the lies

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

Who lurks behind that thinly veiled sky
Beneath the clear blue dye of midnight
In its opportunity, I have seen some clarity
Its a dream, much like the next
Only, when you hold my hand, next to me
All the stars submerge, and we float
Like the diamond sky
Away we shall shine crazily
Unveiling our inner spark, along with our madness

Cat
You'll be a lion soon
Dog
You'll meet a man
Girl
You'll keep those nine lives with you
Boy
You'll feel whole again

The bud of a delicate being
Awakening to a sun ray, daintily
Dries in the rainy splore while birds flee
Lisping in the cacophony of the wings

After every morning shower as the nest empties
The flower goes to sleep with the tall trees
Where the smoke of a stoked fire burns
Whilst choking the breeze and the birds

Brightly clasping onto the clutches of the  sky
Where the sun showers on its hue
And puts on a glorious smile in the afternoon
Hiding behind a penumbra, waiting to blossom

Fleeing as ghosts do from an enchanter
The bud cascades freely in the desert air
Where the stares of nearby petals wander
As the fragrance of a blossomed flower laces the air

Someone who
Is broken
Will never ask for help
Because they never know
What being put together is

Life would be quite short
If I read your mind
And was speechless
Light would reach my taste of freedom
I could taste the darkness telling me to leave
Around midnight without my shorts

Make my life wonderful
Some meet we will too
When I repay the favour full
Such is my love toward your will too still
My laugh would walk to you
Leaving a smile everywhere
As far as the eye could gather
I'm misplaced like a case of butter on the larder
Or a butterfly in the corner
Like a moth drawn to the lantern
Many said let us take the light and find our way
As it grew darker behind, beginning of a new wage

Deep in you, hangs your world
Fears, worries, pains are yours, as black secrets torment you
The life in me sees the world in you, you haul chains in lost minds
we speak the language, but you hear not cause your world is in you
Grandiose arid cursed witless lands, of those who think they are gods
These lines read like my rights
If you're my antipathy, towards my society
I use my rights to avoid your moral policing
Morals are a habit, a probable cause

If your heart is strong
Your mind will be fearless
If your mind is stronger
Your heart will never bear the consequence
One's heart will always have insecurities
Because that's where God put the flaws and virtues together

This is not a class
To lead by example
After every sentence
Reminding peons
Of your quirk
And why the clerks
Should be you
I am no Waits
Or the iron gates
I am no summer's day
But I am better
I am the cry from sullen earth
That says stay alive
Because tomorrow is another day

In the room where you held us
As the messengers lead the young ones
Find your voice, that may scream

Old and new cannot screech as newborn ones
As a lover cannot trust or lose
Find your voice, be free and truthful

Where the man finds it easy
Let the sun burn them all

So, you must find your wife today
In the room that betrays you, the next day
As murmurs fade away

When the bell tolls, yesterday will be yesterday
As life changes, today will be today
For when the time comes, it will you and you only

Where the sun burns them all
The whispers will tell you, find your voice

Soon, the curls of the clouds will fall
Like a frail finger of beautiful new life
As tendril twists from the fingertips of a twig

Summer is easy, but, the winter is breezing
Let us dance as freely as the wheels of love
And fall down as soon as the rain calls us too

When the ground calls us
Let the sun burn them all

Whistles of a train, spray the sky like a raven
Humming its wings, unknowingly
Let the fields watch on as civilization leaves in a second

When, love leaves us in a fleeting second
Let the room die as soon as we are born
Let the truth prevail as soon as we die in this world

Some learn from life
Others learn from their own mistakes

There is a continuity
In this curated knowledge we have
Make the right conclusions
Live numbered days
Live long enough to make sense of the universe
The stars are what we strive for
Black holes or this definitive knowledge
Celestial order where there are both motions
And duality, where do we find the end of these processes
To the third stone from the Sun
Many of the phenomena that exist in this expanding astute universe
Will make your wildest imaginations seem tame

I know you love
The grass as it whispers
I know you hate me
Because I make you cry

I think you hurt me
Because I made life perfect
But you needed
Purpose

It is the healed scars
That shine through a sad heart
Time heals all who dream for a better life
If only the sadness evaporates
Then the scars forgotten bring back what we lost
Shining brighter

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

I wonder
If I can get lost
In poetry
Then, I find myself
Everyday
A little more clearer
Than the last day
Like a lost poem

He never learned to accept
A cold man who lost his love
Wounded by silence, helpless by the truth

An edifice of your heart
Has a place
For the thorns of a dying rose
But face deserves
The roses
Straight from the cerise
Cerise meaning as red as the blood
That flows through the
Arteries accompanying
Our veins

Wishes based on race
By the segregation that divides
Is like a half-life, that cuts like a fish in the sea
Pieces of man, cut into flesh and bone
The sins for which the white man has to atone for
Is in the brown-eyed soul of a disillusioned handsome man
Biased on blues, radiating the whites of their eyes
The skin so pale
The flagging it with any banner
Would make a political motto
Seem like a motto for gender fluidity
If you believe in yourself
Be a part of what you are, instead of being sexually minute
Your own stronghold on words is bullish rhetoric
And when we almost died inside
We marked our territory by identification of face
Our existence simply a consequence of racial profiling
What matters is that we bleed our own music?
That's called freedom of thought in this century of post-modernism

My heart
As you know
Is a time bomb
It ticks and tocks
It stops for no one
But if you come
To my heart
You will notice time
Stops
But, there will be fireworks
For us

Shall I compose a tragedy
On the canisters of meat and food lined on empty stores
Next to the aisles as sold-out grocers
Tomorrow is no place for the stares of vegetables

The depths of the ocean are blank not blue
As the deck of the ship under the sun without a tune
Captain's call reaches a few onboard
Tomorrow surrounds us like dew on a leaf flown

Shall I compose a tragedy
Pile lines after lines, as they do in slaughter houses
Deciding whether to leave a smell of freedom
For the prisoners inside

Tomorrow is not for the man on the pavement
For it may be the coldest winter next
Tomorrow is not for the grieving widow
If she were to find love behind the locked door

Shine on you
Crazy dinosaur
Now a diamond

Under his skin
He lives with his thoughts
That break free from the emptiness inside
From the creases and wrinkles
Comes two sides

Like youth shows from a young one
One face is the smile
A face seen by all
Comes from the exasperated innocence
Of a boy who once lived behind those blue eyes

Embrace that smile and joy
For the real side which belongs to you, not him
He will never understand
His own happiness
Without you, he is a broken man

Sometimes
We don't have anything to say
For that there is silence

Poetry is what fills that void
Replacing it with a love for words
As esoteric time passes

Say you want to be a fish
I will catch you
Like a falling Lord
If we are cruising like ships
The lilacs would bloom
Say our love is like stargazing
I pick you out
Among the most beautiful galaxies
Bewitched like angels and air
Wrecking heart be still like
Earth wind and fire
Often birds fly during evening
These are some things we watch
As we have time to lay supine
Next to the frescoes of Jesus and Mary
Underneath the belly of a Basilisk
Vehement protest comes from the hall
They told us love is forbidden
But, the last kiss moves earth
This world is not ours
At least we have shared poignant time
I'll believe you'll say I hate corny jokes

The lights were bright
The times were rough
The nights were gay
I hope the blankets are enough
It was up to us to guess
It was up to hope to rescue us
Whether there was rain and robbery
Whether there was pain and prayer
Whether there was ache and acrimony
We couldn't tell properly
You came to my life
To stir my true innocence
My love was disturbed
Like rain on sleeping buds
Laying on a bed of flowers
You were right next to me
To me help me treasure
The flowers opened up
To tremors of your heart
Without measure in vast repose
Of land half composed and disposed
To our creator, unperturbed

It as easy to
Fall in love
As it is to lose a craving

How many rapes
Must one society take
Before it can learn not to wait

The more I look around
I see people involved
In their lives, with another lover

Writing short poems and expressing
Deeper thoughts, only to fit in
With the masses

Maybe, this poem is too patterned
To my taste, but, that is how I feel
Why cannot a rose be a rose?

You silence the crowd like a spoken poem
Well, you are as holy
That you could be a pilgrim's hat
You are as pretty as a pillow
Like a patient stretched under the light
You are as pure as rage

The way I look at it
You can either
Accept your fate
Learn from destiny

If it is difficult
To find the two
In the long run
Then, life is a long stretch

Look at the present
Instead of the past and
Predicting the future
Expecting everything will be new

How did you find your place
Home in this city
With so many streets
To roam

The ability to roll with the punches
Allowed me to fight my way out
But, I wrote about the violence

You are wasting in the recess
It's not in your mind
It's in the deity's rest that sleeps in a peace meant for others
That's why you never get ahead in life

If our love were lavish as affectionate
Moor and mire would swallow my sallow breath
With trees and lack of remorse, ******* would flower
Flocculent and bright as the sun that shone in her hair
Godly grace, I beg my witless lies should be spoken
Among the goodly men with their enervated women
Such lithe beings would emerge from a youthful glance
I would ask myself how does appear the chance
In the face of fear, I would forget my enemies
And make love my ultimate goal for thee
In such apprehension many lovers shall turn away
I instead ask let us have long love’s day, well spent
For in thee, I find my heart’s words and speak
As well as the air often associated with the pale and meek

The day was cold
As hell
It was 9 o' clock
I think
You were in your sweater
I was loaded with 3 layers
When we hugged, my insides became cold
Because I knew you got
Your love
And warmth
From someone else

What is it like?
To be shy?
Or not to be bright.

I am not sure
I am never certain
Of what words to say

So, I'll ask you
If you love my breathless whisper
Without those stupendous words

I am certain of a few things
Not me or you
Only that I.
"Need you."

How would you like me
To hold you in my arms
I am sure, I'd be complete

Yet, they say two and two
Make five when you are bad at math
Or if you are in love with someone else

It's times like these
When you're on my mind
And my heart is set on fire
Like a firefly, stinging like a rose at least
Well, it's love anyway that keeps those miles on the road
Alive are the ones who were living
Nameless and named one fighting for fame
Dying in June
Living for the people next tombs
Riding the streets when they could be hiding
Looking over the walls and tired of artificial wombs
Love is so slashed and torn
We could remember each kiss again
And it would still be like the first one

Sleeps like money
Wakes up looking like a million bucks
Dreams about possessions, leaving them in the stream of rapidity
Consciousness anno domini, the year of Lord
Subconsciousness, in the past before the clergy
With these desires, came conquest of your dreams.