Blue pain
Silver rain
Window stains
Near the wolfs bane

We are part
Of the same game
Sprouting like flowers
Numbed by desire

I felt truly
Happy
When I knew I could be heard
Even with a smile on

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

I saw a dog on the street
His kindness followed me
He never made it to my mass, quite a pity
Doesn't understand God any more than a boy on a swing
Doesn't go to school, either
All they do is preach
Teaching us how to con heaven's door
When we fail

Where will we go
I don't understand you anymore
You don't understand I am a forgotten orphan
Sometimes, you cannot hear me in the shadows of my room
Yet, the priest asks me how is my life
I cannot even pray for a better life
Kindness cannot be taught
I pray for kindness, the dog believes I deserve it

You are the sunshine
I cannot live without
Not unlike a kid
Garmented in innocence

You are the rain
I cannot live without
Quite in likeness to tears
I cannot stop from falling

You are the sunshine of my life
And my rain on a cloudy day
An essential weather report that I adore
That's why I need you more

In life's vicissitudes
I found tall trees
Revealing their age
In their wrinkles
Maybe it was just their nature
To be free
Of their roots
School of thought
Food for books
Food of thought
Schools for books
Tornadoing through the education
Of restless looks

If you write a school essay
You will earn money
If you write a short poem
You will earn a voice

I love the way
Your voice crackles
With the breaking pain
That shatters your heart
Completing you again

I love the way
Your stories sound
Like tales told from some
Fantasy I never have known
Or a poem passed down from tomes

Most of all, I love how you write so well
Even when you are hurt

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

Is it ok
To be stuck
On you
Like a petal
On a flower
Like a leaf
On a tree
Sometimes
I shudder in the
Breeze
Your lips
Weakens my knees
Your hips
Stop gravity
You are the medicine
I need
To be ok
Even when
I cannot stand
For myself
So I look
Into your eyes
And ask you
Is this the end
Or the beginning of it

Shine on you
Crazy dinosaur
Now a diamond

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

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

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

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

You are as bright as the sun
When the moon comes
You are always there
Even when you are nowhere to be seen
But, always shining your light on others
And your moonlight on me.

Born under the stars
But the stars are not quite far away
'Cause time takes the scars away

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 cannot express
What is on my mind
So it just stays silent
When it skips a heartbeat
In your beauty

It is so strange
That I find myself
Avoiding people
For the same reason
They are drawn to me
Soon, they will understand me
Realising they never knew me at all

The deepest thoughts
Made me where wonder
True reflection is hard to find

The treatise of God
Tells me if you die
I will find life
The art of alluring people lives in you
When you can't find passion
Find the kingdom in you
A deer shares the same kindred spirit as you
God tells me that our love is free
Such is the beauty of romance
That knows a cloistered heart
From an austere one
Soon I will love thee
As the sun touches Earth from afar
And the Moon feels the light vicariously
Your heart will never close
If you touch my skin and feel blood flow
As the zenith of contentment enthralls you
Let us make such pleasures anew my bride
As I find life and you find a death of worry
The treatise of God tell us
War finishes in a flurry
So it makes for no confidence on my part
To call tempests and die with a temperament
Taking a risk in the ilk of that mythological sailor
As I beseech thee to land my ship on the rocks
Soon we will shrivel and die
Such is the treatise of God
Telling us to find light
Let others do or die trying
Love is the flower said one artist
The peace is in silence said the other writer
Soon we will find the sound of silence
As we make for the poorer quarters
I will love your austerity for what it is
I need your heart for it's simplicity
Like a dove needs to fly in the pale noon

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

If you are traveling
Along the spraying waters
On the shore
You will remember the heavy rain
Fall on the ground
As the city blossoms with life
The rain freezes over
As summer ends
When winter springs out
Like a deer near a stream
Looking for Siberia
Escaping the wild tigers and foxes
Among the streets of wolves
Found and lost just as easily
When the cold ice lasts years
The bears never wake up from a slumber
Thus, dust to dust
Ashes fall down like snow
You cannot stop this blizzard from bringing bitter cold
Someday, looking for Siberia
The heart finds warmth
And makes it out of this desert
Into your arms offering wine and soup
My mind reminisces those distant cities and silent shores
Soon I will reflect on these little things
When I escape, looking for a soul in Siberia

I find a new pair of eyes
In my soul
And mind, everyday
Depends on how you look

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

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

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

Stuck in reverse
I hope to learn
Yearn for a place in this universe
Avidly evidently
Embraced
Oddly placed
Places of sunshine
The arboreal lights of night
Have something
In common
In the emotion they bring back
The place is the Universe
Quaintly made up a little isolated shack

Why do I remember
How your hair smells
Yet, forget your name
After a breakup

He loves you
You love him
You should go to him
Because opportunity doesn't come knocking
Like a door-to-door salesman

If you write
And your heart tells
You
"No."
Then, your mind will scream
Some words that will take years
To be heard
If you feel immature
Like a monkey in an institution
Then, poetry isn't for you
If you stare at the paper
Begging for words
Looking at the whiteness stare into your soul
Making a hole in the heart
Then, it isn't worth it
People hate the truth
And poetry is the truth
If you don't have the courage to speak
Write about a suicide victim
Or peace in the war
Then, you cannot be poetic
Only love is poetic
Remember my words
Even the truth is poetic
But, if you write to get women
You are just wasting your time
Because true love needs a lot of *******
I remember when I could smell Autumn
Now that fragrance has gone away
With a woman I once loved
If you feel like me
Then write a sad poem and let your soul cry
Because no one else will

If I had time
I would take you away
Where the laughs of children
In play, fill the day
How can I have time?
If my mind tells me
I love you and want those children
To be ours
So, don't be sad
You're the best thing I've ever had

When I had butterflies in my stomach
I was sure it was made up
Like a monster in my head

When I had pixies in my hair
I was sure it was made up
Like a nightmare in bed

Now our love has turned
Moth-eaten and indigo by bruising
And I wonder if dreams ever come true

Or are they made up
Like a tapestry of insecurities
Like something I made up in my head

It was raining
Outside
Until I looked inside
Finding sunshine

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

They never
Said
Poets can't be princes
Like eggs
Can't go with noodles
Poultry was never the same

You are my friend
Maybe

Why do we cloud our eyes
As we break each plank of the wooden floor
After all the pain and lies
We nurture each other as we try
We sleep together on a bed of nails
This isn't how far we should've gone
Our Earth is burning bright
Sometimes it gets so toxic
It cannot breathe or wail
It's a lot like sleeping on a bed of nails

In climbing trees of apple
At said heights
Save yourself
Inscribing scriptures
Essence of reason
Innocence is an old picture
But, the apple has turned
Into sand, filling an hourglass
Losing time

What happens
After we stop believing in peace
Is that we lose imagination
Which is our most human facet
We lose our ability to believe
In love
If we cannot imagine a world
With no war
Which is basically run
On the fear of love
Not on any power
War is weakness

Seems that my eye
Is on you
And my heart is set on
The one from my past
Who got away
Like blood from a wound

Her hair sits
On her face
A bodice of ice
An eye of glass
Behind lurks a fire waiting
To be put out

If you could
Rid the world of greed
Would you make riches
Of the new world
If you could walk free
Rid the world of chains
Would you put people in chains
In the new world
If you could bring homes
Rid the country of homeless
Would you put people behind bars
In the old order
We are trying to break free
From the confines of words
Because we are poets
And if we have words
We wouldn't steal them
Because we are writers
Not politicians

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

You sit on the roses
I left on your sofa
Where we once kissed
I cannot determine the dreary poetry
Posies and poses were ardent
You sleep on my thighs usually
I bathe in thighs of supple sexuality
I love your hair, and the complex smell
When I smell the fragrance
The heart flutters
They used to say that desolate men need
Je te veux
I hand you nosegays
From the brick laid eyes of apartment blocks
Called windows, too open
That they let in a sporadic zephyr
The flowers, violets and red roses
Flit in the fuchsia scented wind
Flowers waltz as a goddess does
Maybe, that's why violets make you chuckle
Or maybe, I'm just lucky to loved by you

You should be mine
Don't sugarcoat
It with your female charms

I hate the situation
I hate spoken verse
And the unspoken words
Between us fools
Looking through hearts
The moon stands perfect
On this pale ice
Strumming a guitar
Produces a line of lurid
Effeminate rhyme
Just to pass the time
To go where I want to die
Just to feel alive in
Your arms where filled posh sofas carry
The cushion and comfort
The texture of a million rainy clouds
I can cry if I wish
For an evening in your apartment
Enough for rain
It will come again
I can cry if breath soon
Underwater among the promises loses meaning
Of being released for never have commited no crime
Having my life taken to freezing Siberia
Forever is a long time
For a prisoner of love
For a prisoner of war
Where everything is fairer
Than my mistress's judgement
Who lets me in to play a valiant song
As I stride through the city streets
I rise on the arches of Paris
Dreary Seine says goodbye once love lost
It was better to have loved than lost
This is the way it ought to stay
Instead of my head turned in like a signpost
Where they hang the scars of the past
Bodies, bodies, bodies
Do you know what is nothing
Have you known love
Beyond the loss of life
Pray that you lose everything
Before God showers you with everything
Leaving only, but, emptiness in life

Do you want my
Opinion
Don't change a thing

I dislike strangers
Sheltered from the truth
I cannot relate to someone who has never traded places
I feel like dying inside
Do you

If I have stranger things
In my attic
Don't ask me tell you why
Instead you shall dwell
On the road to hell
You belong to

Don't break my wall
If you can't take a brick
To your foot, as you crawl
Over the fences
That surround you

If you cannot tell me poetry
Makes you feel naked
Then, don't judge me
Instead, take my place
I don't deserve it