The tree that once offered shade
Its leaves freefall my way
The winter hasn't changed itself

How can they be so free in their sway?
And my flowers linger for the canopy
Nature is mysterious in her ways

The summer's warmth is awaited patiently
Yet so is the winter cool
No leaves for cover nor forests for shelter

I have spent battling the winter blues
And the ceaseless storms
Then why must I wait for the truth

Just because I love you
Should I wait for fate to open its arms
So, you can too

For all the right reasons
I wait for you
With each season

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

The sunrise on a cold October month
Will turn invisibly bleak as it is dunned
By olden earth that once was, with no epistle
Tonight those forests will have soft vessels
Within each tattered willow, a raven no more
Amid the quaint land of the earth, without words
On the tides of cold and sullen winter
Like a raven's call that hinted the day's weather
I know not how the verges thinned
But, of the devil, my sorrow lives within
Possessed by deep knees pulled by deep sea
What once was will always be
Of a soul that was once free in the vast emptiness
Now there is a canopy, standing in its place

Potato chips, candied strawberries
All the tastes I remember
None I can afford, the memory stays

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."

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

Head on heart
Tail between his legs
Head over heels
Foot in mouth
I hope he comes back again

As heaven's angels glow with the grace of few
And our Earth basks in delight of such beauty
None would be kinder or lovelier than you
And if celestial bodies wandered free
As it would be no easy task to mourn or woe
Take respite from the desert of endless time
Be with me through beautiful cosmic shores
If you watch for the stars, I will temper tides
I will be in your sweet thoughts, soundless
As the heavens shine in otherworldly splendor
And holding us in its unseen presence
Possessed by your sadness and others'
If the stars were not so far from lovers
I would brighten in your lovely laughter

You know why it is beautiful being pretty lucky
You get to wake up next to the face that resembles the sun
Instead, your stomach cramps and you're lonely

the guy thinks he found a lost soul
when you were with him, you knew
you had Found it All

Little did you know you were
Wrong, wrong, wrong
When the phone rings, those memories came rushing

Like some old lover's kiss
And a school crush's whisper
Maybe, you made these things in your head
Like that phone call, which will take you away from
your issues

"You are beautiful" says the average kisser
"You are beautiful" says the hallow, lush whisper
"You are beautiful" says the wrong number too

I wonder if he thinks I am worth it
Is all you contemplate and constantly dissect
Like a clarinet playing notes around scales
All a derivative of one another
Producing a new melody
With every symphony
In the moment of sudden epiphany

The nights tell to close eyes
It would be good to be asleep at day
Because that’s when you think of me
And my shyness counts till ten
In conclusion, I am six seconds shy
Of romancing with the idea of you, and the seconds pass by
Spelling out “Love”
Curiously, patiently, and sequentially

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

Wake up my light
O' mighty god light my morning
Like you light up my packs like the impoverished morning
In the cool cool

Of evenings, let's fly out
Too short of words, o'er is he becoming him
Her becoming his or was she becoming her edict of nights brighter
Stars lighter up mulled

The wine I can try freely ransack and robed freeloaders get me
Blues on her bag, speak of cusp
It's almost time, to leave your satchel
That will carry my words, too soon

If love was
A feeling
Everyone would know freedom
Hate is what holds us in chains
Love holds us together
Free to spread love

Some of my women are now accidents
But the trust never dies
During the dusk
In the loitering heart there is a disease

I could not control
My hunger
My heart's gone cold
Nothing's gonna change my mind

The depth of disguises
My foolish pride will not change my life

I could not control who I am
My rights and life which is one of captivity
My life will stay the tides of ants and I'll like to keep
My ideas in the chambers of ligature marks

I am left with an anthill that never moves in the motionless fan
Applications of killing and impressive stories
All under a microscope, when will I free my mind and apply lessons

I could not control my anger
My strength and learned much will do
They can find their way to love so I don't burn

Watch my struggle
With words in this poetry and they tell me to house my mind
In crooked paragraphs and silent verses burning

I drank so much and wrote
I had to quit writing
And start fighting wild in the mildest dream of ****** freewill
Like a candle in the wind, crazily dancing like flickering imagos
It got worse when the roof leaked and the coruscating light died

I followed you down the circles
Of free skies that breath wind
A man without ambition has no wings

A bird watches the sky for a while
Then every flight she turns to the trees
She takes a breath and turns again to the sky
While she traces the ***** of the gentle breeze

She swims in the sunshine but waits for her fall
She feels the breeze but leaves at around ten
Then, she listens closely for the sound of stars
Yet the night has shivered too often

It takes all her worth to fly to her escape
She might but she is chained by her fears
She waits for another world to open its cityscapes
What would it be like to leave after all these years?

I hope to see, her walk against the breeze one day
As the leaves fall and circle to hit the streets
She circles the orange trees tonight in a sway
She doesn't see me but I am glad to see she is free

A balloon, the only thing
That flies without
Being misconstrued

He and I were talking
We were listeners
For a short time, paralyzed by fear

Eugenides
Tell us some history
Or eat your food carefully

No answer
I switched that switch off
Take it back
It was years ago, and we were free

It sometimes impossible
To listen to good stories
Without laughing at the good parts
That’s why I laugh at my life

I dream of wandering
Grab me by the mind
Dream of my body and imprint my soul
Apart from the lingering flickering light
Of the moonlit sonatas and sunny winters, among chartreuse ruins
Pale as the moonlight and deafening thunder-like overtures of Beethoven's oeuvre
I dearly love your indecision about the disease and minor achievements
Minor and major Fortuna, and capricious discombobulating spirits of the wild, that I can affix
My mind on the twinkling stars and flickering lights
A thousand lives later, I might remember looking down on yonder

Je t'aime
C'est la vie
Your words are just lies
If our hearts hear different
Emotions
And feelings are a whirpool
That take me in
C'est bon
That's right
Let me calm down the storm
Soon I found you lost
Je ne sais pas
I don't know
Unless you have my book of love
Lost as rhyme
Time was tossed
J'apprends le francais
You try learning my name
Tu comment t'appele
Let me ask you to come to après evenings
Encourage me

I need love
Like I need the wind
But, if I ask for a breeze
It may never come
Instead it will bring a storm with it
A storm of words
A sword of art
An apple of lust
These are all I need
But they may never come
Just like love
I never know it's source

A woman so tired, so fearful of
Leaking water flats, and tireless nights
Still, my pieces of music do not interest her
She can think for herself like chemistry in a beaker
Kings in open battlefields handling a hundred men
Queens at palaces handling a hundred mistresses
My pecker hangs in the wind like a red hot chili peppermint
Tirades and waves of relief wash over me and in my mind

Why don't you hold my hand
Be my friend
Instead of my lover
We can be flowers
Who never touch each other
But, share beauty
Of spring's unseen presence
As well as the same soil

You asked
And asked
Where was the candle
In the dark and the utter delight
Of enjoying jazz and some fancy veal
To share the weal and woe of our life
Grand is a big word
You asked
And asked
Then, turned to look at the past
Shall we be friends?

When the waters of life are choppy
God saved you from the storm
When times are smooth sailing
God gave you friends

I need you
But you say
Too late
I guess that's true

The saddest part about caring
Is when the other person doesn't
Understand why they make you happy

Would you push me away?
If I wanted to be friends with you
Or would you pull me in too close?
With your pop music
Your favourite vinyl records
Now all lay broken
I still wanna be your best friend
Witless pet shop toys lay strewn about
The Pet Shop Boys are dead now
Now your world is burning
I still wanna catch you in those flames
Would you push me away?
If I wanted to be friends with you
Or would you pull me in too close?

Well, you come in your cream Cadillac
In the alley of cool cats
Pretty pal pay up for your loud mouth
Your rich clothes make no sense anymore
I don't know what you want from the scores
If it's the talk
Really, don't come ******* to me no mo'
You ain't calling the shots these days
Oh yell from the thunderdome

Well, then you didn't have be so frigid back then
Like the drinks in your white limousine
You're swaying down the street
With your pale blue eyes
Well, you're rolling in the deep
Praying for a new disguise

The stars wanted to take me
The night sky wanted to cover me in black
The grass wanted to absorb me
The clouds wanted to rain on me
Why couldn't it be in your nature
To accept me for what I lack

I have waited
Waited for someone
Is it the same date
Often, you may cascade unknown
It is all in your waiting
The clouds are full and wilting
You cannot clutch them
They escape like tilting dark sky
Well, that's an anachronism
You cannot change everything
If you think you have control over the present
It is better forgetting the past
Without a sense of authority or freedom
You may be a preacher
You will never be reliable
Or as certain as time
Or the verisimilitude of rhyme
Realize, that poetry is just romance
It is the people at the front of line
Who get what they want
The others wait for their chance

Cutting my life shorter than I can relate
Without adding my life to a leaden girl
To the road of life that carries her weight
Caught by the cut shores that make the islands
Look placid and righteous like snow stealing my friends for snowmen
Jewels in the eye of the sky, and there’s something in the news
There is the news, and I read it too in the snowflakes currently flying out
I take me time with both, and cause I unwind unabated
From the blue of the dazed clouds sleeping in curl
That make me seem shorter in this vast space turn in and out
Finding it’s true humility, if I could just keep quiet about it
They say heaven can wait, and hell draws the drapes

In my life
Trenchant
Tests and timbre
Keeps me in harmony
With life's haste
Apps of my phone
Smarter than
Me in keeping
with
My heartbeat

Tragedy strikes the day
The dawn of an era awaits
But a rosebud's about to blossom
However, it shies away
Even at the light of day

Smile again
Fluttering on leaves
Fluttering through the breeze
Leaves are often withered
Giving home to birds of the same feather
Flocking together

Everyone is groovin'
Keepin' alive
Keeping fear out of sight

What's a bird that doesn't have boots
Looks like a flamingo that flocks
And keeps it's feet up
What's a clock that doesn't tick
That radio can't relate too
That's we look for Radio Free Europe and daylight savings
What's the paper without a President
Counting days when he leaves, ticking time bombs
The bombs' without a clock
Hey Bob meet Charlie
Meet Tango and cash in your walkie-talkies
Cute meet between people who think, it takes two to tango
What's an avian bird that doesn't congregate
A gourmet meal
What's an eagle without the snake's shadow
A prey to the Sun and Moon, the nocturnal death
The snake sleeps with his head in the bagging
The sagging berry that doesn't taste sweet
What's a bird without wings
Is the imagination of the intelligent intellectuals
Looking for talent among ambitious, some have mirages of migration
What's the boot without the footer
A shorter foot, with a missing boot of homeless beggar
What's a barber without a cut
A devil's haircut for the witty purging fearful man
In loathful Vegas lost in its insipid disease
Trees and the malls, the Palio that looks the same as the Patio
Sounds like Caesar's Palace in a word salad
What's rubber with a tip
Some pocket full of things
A change of style, and wallet of wads of cash
Paying for the dinner and the present commitments with the lady in the bleeding ceiling
What about the lights, the gumboots shine in these muddy fishnets

You came with the wind
So fast
The words were slower

Wrapped my gift
My mind's going adrift
Rapped on the door
Forgot to stub my cigarette
It's my in-laws home
I'm quite the idiot

It's dinner
Light's are turned down
Dimmer
Mmm
Dinner

So guess what?

What?

My crush texted me
"I've been thinking about hanging out, a lot."
Out of the blue
Without hint or clue

Then what did you say, girl!

Lemme, lemme finish first
So I reply, I haven't in a while
But, since it might be friendly not a flirt
So why not comply

Why not indeed, good on you
Then what

So he says well
I had to go buy some things for mother's party
We can perhaps catch a movie
Instead

I thought splendid
So asked him when will mother buy the return presents

Then?

She's coming with us to the date
And he didn't ask her to leave us 'lone, for ****'s sake

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

Wonderful
A piece of paradise
Window sill plants

I broke my toilet
And my narrative
Humor was profound like the war

You hold hair
Gracefully, educating
My promise to be positive too, hugging my head

Bluer waters
Landscaped greenery
Greenery catches you by the blues
And it shore waves at you

Hail the laborers at the mill, hail the jokers with witless tastes
I ain't going to work on any ordinary farm, of the ordinance and well-ordained
They sabotaged lifts and all walked but nothing was gained
They huffed and puffed and blew themselves to absurdity
They planned and plotted only to see boredom engulf the crowd
Ne'er to do the foot-slog, ours is to laugh at the Wigan pier
What is idle rest, I laid my hay long ago and made my peace
With the catatonic curses, and scatological invective

If the mill laborers know what I know
They will see wasters working hard to make more waste
For theirs is to work and fret, berate each other and work
From birth till death to ghosts already remembered
Above the antique mantel
An educated mind would entertain the thought of numinous reminiscing
An excellent habit, to focus at the elephant that cumbered the room
The dearth feeling that was filled with scarcity, memoirs lay strewn

Like the law and edicts, that flustered the mind
Clinton and his economics liberalized my mind, but, piqued the market
I read these in papers of the age of dying punk, and gregarious bylines
Witty writers pen their names in bold, on pen and paper meant for the literate
A kind spirit lies in the artist within
Reminders and unneutered plants are willfully disregarded, with the milk untouched
Spiritualism is stolen from my doorstep, sold to ragamuffins and rapscallions

Exchanged for the dream of more reading, with an understanding of the antiquated climate
Dostoyevsky, a small-time Russian who stole the hearts of many, living by his word
Told us of crime and punishment, with a large intelligence and deep heart
The darker the night brighter the stars
In the empty sky, I offered my confusion
Failure is not our punishment for laziness, its other people’s success
It’s our hunger that floats on the surface of other’s hatred, more like oil and water
Russia was a bed of gelid ice, unable to tell the approximated difference
I make approximated decisions with calculated assumptions, and all my dreams turn to ashes
Years past, and this knowledge brought me peace in my last try at catching the sky
Catching falling stars, and preserving nature
Some poets of the fall, prefer the winds of change instead of sprig icicles of spring lust

You are the music
Of my life
That's why I turn you on
Just like the radio
Free as a bird
It must be stifling
In that cage
Sitting alone next to the window
And daydreaming
When you should be speaking like a child