I love kissing your lips
And catching you in thin air
The romance hasn't died
It is just an imaginary feeling
I hear mermaids sing
And butterflies fly
Leaving my stomach out of breath
I said kisses were rare
The smiles were cloaked in affection
The lack of time was the death of me
Time stops for no one
I know time feels the same for you
What about the butterflies that filled our stomachs
You have no lascivious feelings for me
Instead, cookies and cream

If you broke my heart
I'd fall through the cracks
In love again

It was raining
Outside
Until I looked inside
Finding sunshine

The nights are sleepless
If I would stay awake
You would call me on the cordless one

If hanging up meant
Hearing you breath raspily
You can bet that I am not in love

They gave me a job
I wondered what my fee
Or my role was
If it was worth leaving my dears
Or holding back my tears
The thing about breaking
Is you find more love in putting together
Yourself as you cry for help
And no one hears your call or desultory philippic
A blue frock and pearl necklace
Was enough to recover from the wound
Of falling in a loveless place

Loitering in the violet hour
Flowers and fragrance tower
Overhead a humming and rustling tree
Underneath a crackling and rattling leaf
The chuckle often matches the shuffling of feet
Loitering in the violet hour
There are too many at this time
On your secluded street

The fathers engage in discourse
Nothing to endorse
The silent tools of sculpted clay
Are used to help some die
The vibrant crowd is called a jubilee
There is no dead man with the treasure

Under the sea there is no fish
He sleeps with the faithful
The fast life is too slow
For the sickly as they hold their balance on the die
Like a gambling ghost
The father engage in discourse
With nothing to endorse

The fallacy of the education comes in phases
Hades isn't ruling over hell or Cereberus
They have called him to guide us
Since the rebels are at home
The homes are asking for just a refill of beer
The fathers are engaged in discourse
With nothing to endorse

The cops cry with foamy laughs
The tears of blue turn the heart blue
A shrill scream can be heard from the tavern
The moonshine liquor is tossed back and forth
Soon, many will be moaning in the cavern
The fathers are engaged in discourse
With nothing to endorse

The sea came to wish me
And greet me
With a salty kiss
As well as a novice brush
Of the waves

Don't tell her
I've fallen in love with the ocean
Because the sea is too small for us
Two lovers.

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

I read the newspaper
It was a habit
That was inculcated when I was a youngster
They said you could sell them as bundle
I got a couple of rocks
As I fit them in the trolley
Nobody noticed that I had tricked them
My mother reprimanded me
As I kept looking for a reprieve from hunger
Now I follow the world's footsteps and don't worry

She is a preacher, a lover
Partly practical, practically dreamy
Partly truth, partly fiction
A walking contradiction
She walks as she hovers
Her feet are on earth
She is actually ethereal
A walking dream
I've never been to 52nd street
If you know me
I am what a cold shower is to a hot steamy bath
A wilting flower to a rose
At least I will never touch you
Because I may get hurt
Because I am cold as dust
The stores I go to raise the money
For a good ***** hotdog
Just so I can eat some ****
I am not that cunning
I could be down for dialogue
My mouth is sewn shut
As your ash turns to a ghost

Sages speak wise words
They flow like a breath
Though my veins, unstirred
As the years go by in a death
My heart grows and I look for answers
I still ask myself where do I tread

This page of lyric speaks to me
It has passed through my doubts
Resounding through echoes of thee
It is more sterner than my mouth
Bit by bit, it guides me amidst the trees
My pen knows not what it has found

After my dance with death's spirit
My beautiful poem cries and wails
I yearn for an end not merit
This is my song and picture, not a tale
The paths show some light and the forest splits
The rest of the poem disappears in the hail

I may have forgotten the lines
If you shower me with praise
The song of the forests dissipates with time
Yet, I remember the road and its precarious ways
Knowing this I know the answers will rhyme
As I find a maze of questions, once again

Poems are like enemies
Once you hate them
You cannot stand them
Let them grow on you
As they will offer some perspective
Despite, it being different
Than what you know

I've watched the stars
So many times while thinking about you
That I might have counted all of them

If I could walk in shadows
I would hide my untoward steps
In the sands of forgotten time
If I could **** myself quickly
I would by asking for a slow death
That everyone would cease to remember my gift
Or desire it even
If I could hide in a waterfall
I would stride as rivers do
To an eminent downfall
Like an imminent dictator being put to rest
If you want life's things to come to you
Fight for it till your last breath dries
Into a simple word of woe
I have hinged from a dozen blue oceans
I have thousand miles on me like a man in a graveyard
But, I am no more closer to being alive

I live to sail
On the shores
Everywhere
In this simple rhyme
I cannot say
The sails on a ship
Are taking me somewhere
The probe will tell me today
My dreams are for today

I ask myself
Is there more that meets the eye
In the pursuit of happiness
Do I cry
If I am glad
Or I am rife with sadness that rings in my temple
Like a block of ice broken against a hammer
The deeper I get
The colder and harder it is
So, I say is there more than that meets the eye
It is all a figment of the ember of your imagination
Melting the ice into a trickling stop

Drinking by the bar
You don't buy me a drink
Just your beauty
Worth the intoxication
Of your toxicity

I remember how you still felt warm
As if you had just caught a cold
Summer had become a bit torn
Without you beside me to live and love

The blankets cover the wounds and lies
When I look at your morning eyes
It all flies and the pain wears a disguise
There is a cloud winding on the sunlit skies

If I could
Run from problems
I would choose to walk away

If I could
Escape from fear
I would choose to face the music

If I could
Run from problems
I would choose to face them with you

As I write this
I peel an orange
Now in poetry
Every Tom, **** and Harry knows
You cannot rhyme with this citrus delight
Thus I find myself lacking words
And how to arrange them
To rhyme with orange
So in such cases of crisis
I turn to imagination
Let my thoughts genuflect
At the possibilities of rhyme and verse
Weighing beauty and technicality
I realize I can be deranged enough
To rhyme anything with orange
Unless you want sporangium
But what is romantic about spores and oranges
If you want to be critical
We should talk of robust flowers and The Doors
Rhyme should be written off the hinges
Thought should be expressed free like a horse cart
And romantic as a moonlight caravan
Probably as well watered as a flower ***
Or sometimes withering away like the fire of desire

It is a long summer
Ending as the winds
Come to close to bring warmth and lovers
Love is all they think
Thinking is all they do
When they are in love
As wise men question fools
They wonder if there is any answer to life
Fools are only ones who know
The answer is love
And they rush in
If the rain comes

Everyone likes to set up walls
Hoping to keep out the noise and drawl
When the dust settles and bricks crumble
They are the ones left behind in a stumble

Protecting what they own
Never knowing what it is like to share a lawn
Watching time pass by
They are always left behind like flowers that die

You can't lock your brain
So, I know I'm always on your mind
At least let me in your heart

Sitting on the pew
Praying for warmth
Soon we will lose the evil breeze
That makes us lose the trees

As the homeless die and turn blue
Waiting for the train to salvation
Nature cries if you listen closely
"Peace is the last station"

The conductor calls
All aboard on Train 6 at 6 past 6

Stuck in reality
Enslaved by a deity
I looked for a way out
From this dream of cloud that blows
Ensnared by misery
To land on the footfalls of memory
Such are the gossamer-threads
Your dress has a texture
It is a creature that has billowing motions
Like one slaved by a dream

It has been a month
It still is crazy rain
I know I will tumble down
Like a stumbling stone into grey
Rock into dust, dust into wind
The comets will fly on a lazy day

Like whirling in thunder
Into the ocean
I will never come back again
My mama said
Everything's gonna be alright
As long as you don't cry

I have no indecision
No way to keep this life
Someday I will give up my ways
And then think twice
There are stars that set
On this mystical ride of my life


The sun dies on the other side
The moon has always had a place for me
I search for the truth in misery
Looking at myself, asking me to open my eyes
I will never come back again
As long as I just stay alive

Like whirling in thunder
Into the ocean
I will never come back again
My mama said
Everything's gonna be alright
As long as you don't cry

The speaking of whispers
That simplicity of love
Is the question of eternity
Depends on whether we speak the language or not
Speak in tongues if we may
That we cannot understand
The life you give to this very day
To procreate in this universe
Gives us more to reason to cry in joy
Silently listen as I sing goodbye

Lithe in the midriff
The pithy sayings in the time
Lost by the sunflower sutra of spiritual development
The stiffness you bring makes my head spin
The rhyme of puns and the jokes you meander around
The maxims of lost dimes
The tipped waitresses
And I thought I was simply looking at a flower
Honey

Your ******* like snow apotheosize the warm sun
Your eyes flicker like a candle
Have color like dyes, my heart melts like wax
I just noticed that
Tu es mannequin?
Hey they are a bit like a blurry gelid ice cream
Have you been storing the boxes, Jimmy for the team
We are waiting for the flowers to bloom, blondie
Blues are not for show for your pretty face
Red remind him of you, roses last a date or three
What's in between is mellow and everlasting, like the first kiss
Too beautiful to picture much too effervescent to hold for the wrong woman
But, it is more than purple and yellow
It has violet though with a colorful name that is dun

Interlude
Roses are red
Violets are blue
Lavender, what can I do for you for fun
That's when I realized she escaped with him
I was left selling those flowers under the sun

Love strolled into
My classroom once
Except she was the student
And I was the teacher
I had a lot to learn from her
She was and is still the irascible backbencher
Lush, supple, warm lovely
Enamored me the moment
I took the lessons
Her protective brother, Life, was wary of me
And knew of love's charms and purity
That's when I remembered we are all learning
Irrespective of where we sit

We walked in the garden
Arriving at the collonade
Lemonade was served to us lovers
I had finally shared her emotion in the after hours
Such strong celestial embodiment of charm
I never had found
Or never had thought of
Since, I never have measured love
In all her sensation, endearing nature
Promises had to be kept nevertheless
It was something I had made up
I said "I love how I have lived."
And I haven't loved anyone, ever since

There was the flurry of ideas
Stillness in the land
Superstition held the people together
Apparently, they hated the bad luck

The strange thing
About the wind is
I know it blows
But not which way it will go
Like a sneezing man
Who loses sight of the road
With a constant cold
Hankerchief for weeping and sobbing
And digging the pygmies
On dog days and lazy nights for the old
On the March 15th, for thoughts to his mischief

The birds
Are singing
Maybe

Hey, we could be old together
If you could sleep with me on an ocean
Till I start sinking and the record stops playing
All those precious tunes, when I barely could breathe

You stay with me in my mind
None of my pictures come back in time
So I picture them, as they fade away
They skip and step away just like a rock

Though, it is really goodbye this time
I know that all those memories remain
All I am saying is that this is my final curtain call
My friends are no longer my friends, but, a distant memory

Hey, we could be old together
If you loved my havoc-ridden mouth
Or my panic-stricken heart
With all your selfless love, without misgiving

Life is an empty dream
Libraries are in an empty slumber
The plumber doesn't hear
The sky falls and rain pours
I know I sleep best with you

You are my friend
Maybe

Can you call me
At least attach yourself
To the phone
Till you hear me
Breathe my thoughts
And live by my words
While I recede on the phone with a stranger
Arrange my life
As I grow deranged with my progress
My head bursts like a comfortable sofa
With an equally livid old ******
Sitting on it and laughing about galaxies
Wishing the science worked and the acid killed him
Haha

Our love should be heard
From rooftops
From clouds
As day passes
This love will stay
Like the sun the next day
But, with you
I see no tomorrows
Only a promise of better things
Such promises are meant to be broken
And I am destined for sorrows

Race is
Try to be a
Black in
A white farm
And there'll be
Chaos
In America's arms
Burning shelters
Of the past
Broken down
Futures on the pavement
Dreams of a
place in heaven
Segregated
In School
Welcomed
In Sunday School
Just to understand
Tools that Jesus
Gives us
To build a home
Later
Well
They understood
As activists
Of the social
Order
That bringing
Equality
Was to tough
And staying apart
Was the rule
Finding love
In another
Person's face
Never seemed
So much more beautiful

For the inception of great things
We must face our mortality
If we love ourselves too much
That is what is called a lapse of reason

I never had smelled the star clustered air
Strange as it was that I thought of love
Following the breeze as the volumes of violets decrease
There is so much beauty in the unseen

Often it breaks my heart
As my river will not stop flowing
Until the rain of consciousness does not drizzle
The influx of such poetic lines can only be Heaven

It takes ten seconds to remember ten years
Nothing is really worth reminiscing
It is what it is today that makes me yearn yesterdays
When I wrote my first poem thinking it was my last

I wish that freshness stays
Nothing is permanent
Merriment of youth
Salvation of meek

Ideas such as these kept my poems alive
It is the joy of being appreciation
That teaches me how to create a poem everytime
There are no borders or barricades to thinking for people

Let us heal
Convalesce
Forget our sorrows
And hide tomorrow

Let us merge
Instead of uniting
As foreign souls
And hide tomorrow

Let us strike fear
Instead of scarring each other
And vanquish hatred
And hide tomorrow

Let us be kind
Instead of unfeeling
And feel love for others
And hide tomorrow

Let us bury our loved ones
Instead of their memories
And listen to our heart
And hide yesterday's regrets
No more hiding for us

In a quaint place
Far from home
There stays
Old man
Older than the town
He's a hermit
He's an apostate of a society
He doesn't follow
Following trends
Isn't his thang
Now there are people
Who suppose society is well knit
With the government keeping
them in sullied security
Saving a couple of dimes
for the summer
Hoping to enjoy winter
in the southern hemisphere
Candles dripping wax
I guess the fire's out
Holding belief
In his hands
It's the water
Or Wine in a glass
Of sunshine
Of God's son
You seen faces
and lives
But still believe life's
Is a stream falling
From a stormy mountain
That brings you
To the icy wind
That called strife
Hey! Ce'est la vie
That's life

The night is bright
As the day exists before
The dawn breaks our hearts
At least the night doesn't remind me
Of you anymore

I will not hurt you
If you break down
Like the dawn
If tears like morning hue
Cover the skies in blue
If what was once skin turns violet
I will not hurt you
Let your colours fill your eyes
If you are crying out loud
Let me see your soul
Is it bleached like clouds?
Or deep like a valley
My heart is shallow
Like a pond
You swim like a fish
I will not hurt you
My love cannot save you
Or destroy you
The water just wanders

I am not sad
I am just giving up hope
For the hollow people

Can you leave
I ask tonight
You cascade the thousand seas
As the stars and the moon pull the war to a close
The gold is closer

Look down upon us
I choose my constellation
I choose your starlit dinner date
If crime doubles

Like a protest
True yet hidden
As everything falls to ****
A childhood trouble

Inspire us, to heal this mother's wounds
An ending is a **** truce
While Aaron sits down with
Dinner that is cold and a job that is tepid

The war ends with his services

If you look at me
With those loving
Eyes, look away please

It is when
We do not understand something
We cease to question it
Thus, turning to assumption
A child, although
In doubt
Will seek an answer
Sometimes such answers
Quieten the madness of our heart
Which is still a child finding its own genius
Sleeping in the chaos