I walked into the door
A writer
Came out a poet, sleeping on the side
I'd pay someone to write down my soul
Burning out, kneeling on the midnight lamp

Burning the oil, writing my life out and away
Shall I walk in again, maybe not but I walk out of life I'm ******* dead
But, the typewriter doesn't change the words
I do, forgetting half the time that the night's right
With that hourly hand, my words live when midnight strikes
Dancing in the dark like a still-born child that don't see, jiving blindly


She lays sleeping on the side, will I stay on your side unwillingly within the crowdy picture that doesn't see you either
Or imagination keeps running away, holds on to the willful calls buying the scenery in the blink of an eye looking for a good girl
He says the midnight burns you before the truth dawns over you

Shining in the crazy echoes of looking back through mirrors in the passion and love we talk about, watching our gay silence simply sitting and staring into kiosks
Lifeless staring into the distance will not get you the vision of peace, or a simple life of kissing the love of your life away

Love you better, if you could murmur a catatonic piano and write the sterling cheque for the wordsmith
I walked into the door, for the sights
As a writer, I told the poet I wait for the words alright

Burning out, kneeling over the midnight lamp waiting to live another through another marriage of words
That's when the words softly echo with the breaths feeling heavier in my blood
Asking for another book, like a divorcee likes a half-written will

The time and memories we shared
Still feeds the hungry soul
It warms the coldness inside
As your words flicker and fade

Now that you aren't here with me
The blankets, sheets, my skin
All have your scent
Water cannot wash away my sins

Dye maker, bebop can you play
Place in a playful childhood
In the silence, that's for cowboys to chase after
In their selves, critters crawl around
And I literally hate animals, women with attitudes
So, tell me Jet why do we have to observe
Sit and observe, and your nature follows them with other cheaper things
kono toko *****, modo jinkai shika deshou kanshaeimas, ke de
saisodai muri muri warui tabete kareta masen suru
kono haznan da toko kanashite taskete
nanika hontoni arigatai iku ga yorui san nukete dakke
kono toko ***** futari himtotsu iku zo setsu ou
anata wa basho e tsure kanshi mas
Good luck, with living on this lime, ******* it dry
Time is rare as the truth, it is based on good minds losing themselves

Bumping into a girl named Destiny
After stumbling on pebbles across the ocean
Left me with false notions
Of love and its nuances
I reckoned the water will always be satiny
And love is a painting
For the souls  waning
And the Sun shall always set for us
In the West
Laying slumber to the endearing scenery
Laying memories to a peaceful rest
Funnily, the tides always had an affinity
For washing away writings on the sand
Realizing now,
God didn't bring the two of us together
On this colorful land
With utmost sincerity
Towards a God named Romance

Even though Destiny
You changed places
And left me at the mercy of my fate
I know the horizon is unanchorable
Similarly, I know I shall go looking for you again
In these treacherous waters
Even during hard-hitting rain
With inchoate courage
Even when I'm somnambulant
Dying within the Earth's recesses
Within time's everlasting edifice
I shall foolishly go looking for you again
Just to erase your pain

And in my hour of demise
I won't expect you at my burial
I easily surmise

Because I hoped to grasp what was destined
For us
In the firmament
Of this exemplary universe
And as the Sun rises
During day-break
Nevertheless, the same way
And my soul will rise
Ending its indignation
Brought by You
Not being bothered by the evanescing memory of
You

I'm definitely going blind
I read the news and hear of pride
I'm proud of our undignified children
Placed in trenches, digging ditches
For the lost children

He calls us to hear the daily radio
The rest of the stories can be heard
In inscribed halls present in the colorful doors
Term ends, and a new semester begins
For the lost children

I'm definitely going blind
But, this might be the state of mind
In an educating time of hippie culture unabashed bashing each other on the whiteboards
Graffiti writes itself gracefully, subways travel like suitcases
These people don't belong here
For the lost children will never be lost again

The white flowers poured their color
Into the flowing seas
As I poured my soul endlessly
Into the streams of still water

The medley of the rain speaks to me
In its crystal droplets and clear pitter-patter
It tells me that she needs no another
So, I hold back my tears

I tell myself some other day
If I write and write again
About the sadness of the rain
Time will wash away her beautiful face

The flame holds to a candle
Like soil holds
Your identity in your country
Firing up your soul
Shooting beckons the onset of
Unwanted killing
Away from life's state
Faraway cries
A fatal fire that is bluer
Something solar and soulful
Stars like, the sun
Come once in a lifetime
Lightyears away
Keeping us in the dark
Of the Universe quarks
Make
Our
Path

The coldest winter is here
Flowers have wilted
Friends have been gone for years
The heart cries its silent tears

There's an escape sometimes
After all time's too quick
For me to carry the weight
I tell myself that it'll be alright

If winter's goes, can spring be far behind?

I over 10 feet of the ground
With my pride in my pocket
And my cap snapped back

The purse and lipstick
Keeps the secrets on lips
They talk of your beauty

Like a ******
Of culture
The worst dancer on the dance floor
You make me shy
I want you anyway
Getting drunk on gin
Shining on the road sign
There's a hotel with your name

I guess I'm still looking for you
Keep looking for the truth
About the skies
That bathe in the sun
Like a hot bath
In April

****'s grown
The lawn's mown
I'm still dreaming of the petrichor
After thinking about it before
Looking for other words

The streets are endless without you
There's no home to go back to
A light led me to your arms
Now it flickers, unsure of your warmth

If this is the way you want things to be
I'll be alright in a few weeks
I know you're lost to me
There's a life beyond this misery

We shared the nights under the moon
Our beauty was spent
Soon we would yearn like fools
Time burns like an essence

Like a bird, she took to the skies
She would circle the stars and skyline
But she wanted to light the fire
I wish I was alive

Art and poetry flow through her
My heart is filled forever
But there is the promise of memory
That lurks behind, to end this reverie

Then, the trees will await her return
Lush with green orchards
This bird has flown
My love wasn’t enough

Come set me in stone
Whatever you have to do
Do it alone

Search in the wind
Look at the sky
Find me again
You need to try

There's pain there
I can see it stare
Watch it, man
You don't care

You're on the other side of town
What's on your mind
Tell me about

Between the walls of sound
I can only hear
But, you can't scream
And shout

I know the pain's there
You just don't say
Watch it, man

Baby
If it's a problem, tell me
I wish I could have seen you fade.
I would move the heavens.

To have you back
I just didn't do anything about it
It was something I couldn't fix
I needed you to change

Please, stay just the same
We're on the opposite ends
Of spectrum

I might go out, clumsy as a palace on wheels
Appreciative of the placing animated expressive
Nature of your breathless, that just makes me die with a smile
Happy with his belonging, peace is his song
Dancing with the longing, the longer you wait for you dance
Dance away, without my words to guide you through cloud alphabets
Spanish palhabra, luminous limerick
Chinchin, chinchilla, minutes in Piccadilly
Square for a hamster on the turning of the changing wheels
Changing squares, and townships travel in a couple of quarrelsome
Steps of a poet, little honest about the footprints mistook for shirking persevering people

The way you laugh tonight
Is melodious as the birds singing
The way you smile tonight
Pulls me towards you like the moon to the tide

Your ways are magic in their own right
I slip into daydreams and burn in my desires

She was the fire
I was the yellow fog lining the skies

Crusting on the window of those ruby eyes
But, my heart never saw the light

Instead, I smoked away her lip-stained cigarettes
Making small banter about our ***

We could pillow talk through the night
Instead, we went ahead and brought up a child

She lit a fire in my soul
We made love, as I poked the coal

Intoxicated by
Aged, wooden feelings
Of yesterday's
Faults

I've grown to love life
A bit more, each day
When the night comes
My hold on life shall slip away

Making a good poet out of myself in a cheap apartment isn't something I have got planned for myself. Being sobered up to the reality of being an artist, I am aware that a legacy doesn't await me. Stuck in the middle of several choices, I choose the right ones. Only a calmness regarding the endearing moments of life will stay with me after I leave. People will want heartbreak and entertainment years after I'm gone. My story will not provide a catharsis or any form of solace.

Probably, because my story offers cold comforts for one's drug-addled fantasy. The next time I'm in love, depression, and a mess, I will not be writing for the money. I can assure you a deep satisfaction that follows reading my work. I can promise this because I remain disenchanted with my lines.

I'm not missing her
Sad that her scent faded with the breeze
She's gone with the wind
I'm not missing a part of my soul

I'm not missing her
The blush on her rosy cheeks
Is a faded memory
I'm not missing the better half of me

I'm not missing her
But a part of me is with her
It calls to me
"Forget her."

If you don't
Plan for what you need
You won't get what you
Want

The guide
Kept me in the tracks
Of my dreams
Then I realized nightmares
Bring guides
Dreamier than
A sleeping terror
Bombs bolting
Around an
Avidly
Scary ghost story
Called life
I hid from the canonical
Influence
Of sin
Sin is dark and
A sip of the red wine
Jesus's bloodless life
Darker than rituals
Brighter than the
Faithfully ignorant
A funambulist falls
Whilst
Keeping destiny in check
Vision
Is the
Sold out
Inventory of the
Old
And new

Nobody knows what
I feel inside
Because it is a pool of memories
Too deep to swim in
Beyond consolation

Nobody knows the
Pain I deal with daily
Its like a card game I'm addicted to
And a losing one played by fools
Beyond encouragement

Nobody knows the hurt
I carry with me
Its a glass pane that has shattered
And the broken edges have carved out a piece of me
Beyond recognition

Nobody knows the regret
I pull like dead weight
Its as heavy as the sky on earth
It is always hovering over my head
Beyond reconciliation

Such is isolation
Inescapable
Complete.

I called captain Ahab
He told us to forget the whale
We told him to understand
If he was to drop the sails
Or we might as well belong in jail

The years turned to centuries
The jails were dead
As the Gods looked everywhere
They found me hidden under a chair
I said I was praying for death instead

Captain Ahab sat in the courthouse
The judge asked me why he didn't listen
I let out a laugh and said he does
They said you can't speak
You have to listen first

The streets were open
Captain Ahab sat next to me
The glass was filled too soon
The bartender said the car was here for free
He told me finish your drink, first then flee

The captain asked what was in it
It was empty
Isn't everyone full of themselves
He told me that everybody is empty
I told him because everyone acts the same, probably

I left breezin'

I used to be scared
When I heard you sing
I used to be scared
When I heard you pray
I loved you
The moment I let go of my fears

My names
Of children
Keep me from recognizing
Their pictures
I had to many of time
And toys
Kept me from
Them
Yeah,
I used to work
Work used me
To get to them
Since,
You need your family's
Support
To raise you through
Life
Racing with work
Work races you
To get up the ladders

And passages
Of timeless

I had a case of the butterflies
My girl had her summer clothes
I found her inside, wearing them
While, I robbed a liquor store
The days seemed longer
The nights grew stronger as the stars
When the rain came
We went outside to the farm
I never could believe she
Left me in the summer

The morning came again
Unafraid of heat and whispers in the air
Bringing a storm, forever
I stood against the rain, half-dead
The women passed a stare
The rain comes in, so look away
The people with their papers will miss it
I can't help it, if you need to leave again
I know it's too much to ask
The cool rain fell on a spear of summer grass

I thought our paths would cross
You were just interested in the journey
I did all I could
Now, just the love drowns my mind
Our footsteps are out of reach
So, when destiny tore us away
My love pulled me in
The cool rain will hide your tears
So, come out when you’re over me
I've been waiting ever since

The heart wants
The hand speaks
Through the middle ground
The birdie flies well tempered
Peaks

Do you care for me with all your heart
Will you hold me in your gaze
And embrace me with your warmth
Take me to the places you once left behind

A walk down your memory lane
I remember, you wore a checkered skirt on that night out
With your hair gingerly touching your sweater
The moon heard your starry chatter

I was captured by every fiery glance
Enamored by the look of desire
A cheerful sunrise gave me another chance
Take me to the places you once left behind

Faced by the traces of the past
TIme passes me by
The last word I heard from you
Was hello and goodbye
I wonder if acquintances were just lies
Bringing myself to terms with endearing love
You possessed me
But shoved
Kept me in the dark
While you shone in the light
Why be the queen
If you can't hug your kids tight
How about you shush and scream the pride away
The right feeling gets you to the place in your home
I can't say
I can't stay
But, I could go away
With the breath that leaves my throat dry
And entices my mind
Exhilaration is gone
The frown comes on my face
The stormy cloud rains on my mindless madness

Destruction
Kept me alive
In Jesus' resurrection
After Friday

The breathing of our bodies
I hear your skin dripping with sweat
In your whispers, I hear the clearest eddies
You seem unsteady

You write your name on my lips
The softest kisses come in spring when
The ground is wet with rain and mist
You seem ready

Slapped and rapped on the table
The wrappers of the toffees
Looked like gifts next to the rich tea party

Flowers, diaries on the shelves
I wonder if they still are worth my while
Flowers, diaries on the shelves
The leaves that have gone dry by sitting there

Crisp under my feet
Amidst the thatch and thicket of words
Overhead the images of her lurk
In the pages of my diary now begging for a lover

Flowers in the bright fluorescence of eclipses tonight
Clasping the sunset, hoping the light never dies
As aging does to a venerable man
Shall my heart be left without a captain?

The pages have dust settled in them
Much like the crusted windows of a dingy inn
I had more than a crush by my teenage years
I was a victim once, until I let go of my fears

All my life's a stage, but I've played my part
Moaning the conviction I lacked from the start
Flowers, diaries on the shelves caked in dust
All that is alive tonight is the lust

Times have changed
I'm not the same
Rivers flow deep
But there's no rain
You know my mind now
Girl, I've lived with you
But I've wanted you too
Every day for 4-3 years
I never met someone's as wonderful
As you, girl

But, before your heart was mine
I was bedazzled
For a long, long while
Nervously, I came closer
I wanted more
Because of the way *** made me feel
Being ready for you was something so unreal
Stupid, I know
But I loved you to begin with

A single aversion
To love and its chances
Shocking me and my very kind
Avoiding glances and romances

A single aversion
Touched my soul, leaving me blind
And hurt
Taking sometime till I learn more about being a lover

The soul felt it was light as bees
As it was relieved and alive
Looking into a relief of hellish rocks and whorling heights
Periodic clouds cleared the doubts as I abseiled blind

Fire that's the
The valley
Of many
years
Still a vacancy
For mornings
Signifying the courage
Of braving the cold
Sages
Sit behind
It
For pages
Making mirages
Escaping Souls,
From the gaping
Hole
Of the spiritual note
Come together
Like you and me
Believing inwardly
About our goals
I realized
My feet
Can't be on
Two lands
I can't belong to
Two countries
Oft' valleys
May merge
But one
Mountain will
Always have it's peak
Don't you think

We miss you
The morning after every day
The breakfast isn't at the table, you were a friend
A brother to me
You brought me confidence
Though you pushed me around
And away
Although thinking it was the end
If you say I'm short
How come you're tall Marco
You tell me I'm a friend, Hermanos, Spanish are thin
Although I did feel a little skinny instead
This is a poem about a brother and his fated end

Is he coming home too soon
Oh, brother, you left with no doubts
Somehow in letters, I want your hand
Too bad the other Germans they want your name
A psalm reassuring father will get better will do the deed
Indeed, you are quite sly
You died on the battlefield
Without me

And you'll be coming home too soon
As the soldiers draw out
You'll be coming home too soon
I've never had anyone quite like you in the family
We're married and mark it as the page to our dead

The melancholic grin of the old
As the cold hurts the inner soul
Crumbles the bones of the bowed legs
Aspirin, ******, and saccharin

Puncture wounds of a snake that bit you
My friend, have you lost
Your battle with the truth
Can't you face the reality of addiction

Cheers, cheers, cheers
With another beer
Look at how society leers at you
You warm-hearted tool.

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 nightmare
If you walk among oceans, day arising
If you can hear the slow, powerful verse
You will see that life's waters made slow, silent
With these small slumbers, the heart that listens
If I am striding, through love's blissful glisten
No great matter, more than possessed suns
Breathless across eloquent skies, golden
Like a bird unchanged, by the deep serene
Finding my love's hue, in lost marines of blue

Toasted nuts, marshmallows roasted and half-eaten
Half-smoked cigarettes, edges of burnt letters
All notions romantic are consumed by fire
The embers of a fireplace have enveloped it

Yet, the sweetness of your lips
Alerts my innermost desires
Every time- like sunsets in a solitary sky
Your light luminesces the cold caves of time

The ones whose opportunities
Are waived
The train of thought
Keeps them well cared
For as they fight for a way

Anyone can save the day
And all shall rise at the night
On the other side of the world

Oppai tashite kuremas kudasai itte kure wa
Sono dashita teme nani itteru kure ko no imasu
The freedom of the dovideja, and the femme frames of the mirror
Of the Tarkovsky and glass notes of wave cuts, remember

I wonder what're the riches doing
Are the benefited away from the mud
Keeping the poor hands off the clay
As the hard work suggests you can be moulded
By the very substance, you try to command
I suppose as a house you an occupation
Of giving us shelter from the storm
Wasting the worker's man in the toil and work
The workingman's dead and he keeps wanting more
Earning a couple of bucks, to hold a shack full of comforts
Of the simple life that provides
Without salvation
I think you'd dead
Come here before you get better with the days
Come here, she said I'll give you shelter from the storm

A flower that thrives in the shade
Will never wither
When winter comes
And the sun goes down

Learn to find happiness
In yourself
Even those who are by your side now
May fall away through no fault of their own

Be strong not because the world expects it
But because you have to survive
For better or worse
May these words serve you great comfort

Look at the skies
As I say the last goodbye
Before you leave me
Will you tell me how you feel

Don't leave me broken
Tell me you'll love me again
For this moment
Take me in your arms

Can I hold you once more
In the rain that pours
Tell me you'll see me again
Is this how things should end?

Before you leave me
Will you tell me how you feel

Sometimes I wonder where are you
Your sliver of light still shines an approval
Was that the mirage or a road to paradise
The love shines on

The road was winding it was something it never had
Love like a pedestrian came across telling me to leave fads and clads of Harlem Renaissance
Clutches of the evening cars were watching the scenery like the emollient evening sanctity
Clasps of the automobiles catching the stars too lost to fall from the cliff of subliminal fantasy
Gladly, I'm clapping forward untoward tomorrow is today
The story never ends, as long as it has a road and changes like flat tires like fickle women
Bouldered on the broken arrows of Cupid's quiver, stealing a glance across her shoulder
Changing the tears into wine, changing gears from behind such is the work of backstreet bromance
Street romance is full of plastic love, polluting the heart and the road too
The road was killing me and you, like a Scotsman in his kilt singing from hailing hills elegies
Snowstorms  and memories of lonesomeness grow cold when love brings the luminous light to the numinous ones
I wake up after all these dreams are put to a conclusion with drugs
Dinner sleep comes after afternoon, noon lies with the dawn
Drugs dawn on me, and it's already dinner
I've slept in the anarchy and chaos, afraid of my own thoughts
Sleep comes like a pacing sea, which you can hear in the darling darkness
Puerile cries, mewling, and puking follows life, or it can
I'm unsure and that makes me confused with sickness

A boy blurts out something
It really isn't demeaning
But it is worth contemplating
An awkward pause
Thoughts linger
Uncertain of cause
Until cold silence leaves
Bringing warmth in the beginning
And talk of love ensues
Whilst loving, I’m still charming you