I meant to say sorry
So long ago
I wanted to nurse my heart
I cursed my ego
And hope you can love again

I guess
You know there is
Nothing else to say
But, to say you are sorry too

Wearing red dresses and rad heels
That bring morality to
Importance of my lessons in safety

Flying paper planes
Erasure mornings on trains
This planet is on the wheels of the Solar System

Hidden by the light
Showered by the talk of sunrise
Your pages welded with mine
In this book of utopia
And ideologies inscribed in the natural order
In the new order of the natural world
The rebels of the false positives, do not understand doves fly on wings of imagination
Like imago unhindered, really
Then maybe you're blind
And you need a pill that you can't take
Or is it a seed of doubt in your own reality
The years have been absorbed into you, and your fight's over
And revelations are at an end
But, you've learned than you haven't from anything
Out of thinness, there comes some inference
Of the thoughtful thinking, you do for my sake
And I'm disillusioned by my body reliant on a couple of images
Perceptive in nature
Judged by a scion
Above the dove of my imagination
How is that possible?
Be shapeless, my friend
Be shapeless like the water that reflects
Look at the moon and stars
Concentration is emotional content
Is something worth rhyming within this concept of emotion
Can we be boring again?

I love cups of tea like twigs signing to the air. Swinging to and fro with nothing to care. I like women and wooing them with cups of tea and woollen mittens to amuse them. They ask me to hold their fingertips as they shoot moonbeams from there lips. I like cups of tea that need to be caressed by rudimentary teeth on ruby lips. I like sipping cups of tea peacefully as I shape my hands around that ceramic and dream of rivers of jade. I like dreaming of celadon too as it reminds me of the emerald ring that I bought for you. Where I proposed to you in the coffee shop. Down the hall where the best mind knew the best friend I knew I had found my worst critic. I wish love could last as much as my liking for cups of tea. I like cups of tea because I love peace as angels sing and chant cantos in some silver Oak. Where we look for spring in the perennial winter. Your arms around are like winter twigs holding leaves that may fall soon. My memories are weak and a week old. My memories are frail and untold. I love cups of tea as you can tell from my hate for coffee.

Take me home
Keep me from the
Moon
As it lays on it's *******
Amidst the stars and the mist
Covering
The Crescent smile
Hazy and fuzzy

Your ego hurt
Your vagueness
Still haunts
Somehow these lies and these shadows

Don't remind me of the darkness of dystopia
A crazy nation always to the end
Apocalyptic isn't it if had an atrophic heart
Breaking louder than bombs

The streets rife with your memories
The cars collect all your people in your life
Hijacked by the acquaintances in your life
You've lost your son

And you fell down like an empty
Empty pricked balloon
The stress haunted your dreams like tireless tension
That pulls you apart like a rubber band

At the waist with a cummerbund
Becoming the best man felt like a dream
And the girl's gone and the scheme is over
You've settled with your mind games

That you have to move on
With these right ways

If you think you have
Hurt someone
Remember, people
Never realize the difference
Those who do
Are the ones who have been heartbroken

If not for death
Life wouldn't come from within
To leave the soul
For something different

The alcohol drains into
Terse good praises, about the palpitating heart
A tense vein that is used to this intonation

It is a part of you
That was left collecting dust
On the shelves of time

I'm dancing in the moonlight
Because I'm sick of the
Summer of love

Love is so beautiful
That it can fill you
And take shape in those imperfections
But, it is also powerful like an ocean

Too powerful for a broken cup...

You are the reason
I tie myself to the past
And never make it past today

I couldn't walk
Another step today
So I wrote this
Line by line
It gave me the strength
That I once lacked
It made me feel like
I had a voice

This mind
This body
This soul
And ah...
I forget that there's a heart

I can write better
My pen keeps my nose
To the grindstone
Sadly, the con of being blunt

Don't shed a tear for me
For I have no love
Don't cry for me again
For I have no I love yous for you
The revolution has jailed me
I am in love with the war
But I need freedom from the enemy
The enemy who will cry for me when I die
Just like the heart of the sun asks us to slave away everyday

It's a quaint feeling
Sitting by the fire
History forms underneath
Even
An oleaginous oil lamp
Dust dwells
Like brittle begonias
In the garden
Mapping
Out interests
Proof of theories
All leading to
Communicating secrets
Of enlightenment
By hiding in the light
Of the crystal clerisy
Away from the livid lies
Lividly lies
The fire and blood
That accompanied our stories
Unable to shed light on
Neo-classicism's darkest hours
Color became a question of chance
And in the end of race
There was only red

Your words are so
Beautiful yet simple
I wonder how my heart understands
That better things will surely come my way
You are the fiction that looms in romance

Repulsive words
Have been spoken
By men with broken
Hearts

Beautiful words
Have been spoken
By men with broken
Morals

One person
Tells me
It is in your heart
To find grace
Another one
Tells me
It is in your mind
To hide that face

That is when I look
To my conscience
Telling me right from right
As you can never tell
When you are denying
Everyone your best
Heaven will come to you
If you fall in line with Hell

Existence is the center
The present is the deep ocean
Where you may lose
Where you may win
It is in all of us
To be the worst
Yet, we choose our purest self
Right or wrong

I know I cannot trust the first
Be still my heart
As I do the necessary
The choice of yours
Gives my soul a voice
So, please do not do wrong
As I shan't choose to be right

It is my compassion
That stretches the imagination
If the love can grow
I will let it flower

I have lost my writings
The boat has left without me
A cloistered room aboard holds me
A prison cell is cold and lonely
Fishes swim easily
I say this is heavenly

Swans vanish into the fog
Coming out as cygnets
Like ships set out in triplets and fleets
Soon, my message will reach
Heaven!

These are two years
Behind a four by four cell
I wish we were diamonds
Hard to find
A living hell.

They searched for me
In waters of doom and turgid waves
Swallowing all the whales
I gasped for breath and prayed with each
There's no heaven.

The seas released me
Down by the starboard
A comrade of mine eats his warm bread
Fixated on stars
Heavens must need me

He may have remembered
The constellations each night
With only his eyes and no map
We are diamonds, easy to cherish
Hell, isn't it?

Water lay bare and my escape stared
My eyes felt the daring glance
Of the guards who fulminated
As I went alone with the diamonds, hard to carry
I say this is heavenly, sarcastically

I remember
The day when we became
"friends"
Now we are enemies

Making life better
Running from problems
Would make living a spoiled adventure
Running for race wars
Would make equality, a double-edged sword
Maybe, we should move forward, instead of stopping to fight
Confined by our desires, and blinded by our faith
Sordid about our affairs, short on time and breath, heavy on luck

It's a lumberjack, a lake of logs brushing up their boats
The elated minutes of meandering open poetry, open up  
Seeds like blocks, locks of stems

The bubble gum
That pops
Covers your pop art
Or the Cherry Pop
To my misconstrued virginity

On earth with the heavenly flame
Soft breeze flows like fire
Untamed as the lion's mane

Hell is a cat dragged from the pyre
Whispers follow her coat
Frozen in the orifice of the swallowed mire

All the men saddled up to vote
Feeling the blistering cold
Wishing to warm their hands and foot

The cold lets out a hellish whisper
Almost like a howl of the olden wind
Gideon rings a bell at the end of summer

We always bother
Another with our problems
Leaving them would be the best
If we could hide our sadness
As well as our secrets on our chest
We would be better

Hello, anxiety
There is a feeling of being left
In the shade
Pretending the ***** can tweet
And the birds can chirp every time
I clearly see the fear stay in my life
When it rains
The bruises that stick to me
Stones on the window and door
The chord that you struck
Broke like a thunderstruck town
Knowing other things about your presence
In my time of remembrance
I believe you are the essence
And society's listening

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

If you are universal space
Had the stones and still rocks
Float aimlessly
Like you
I'd be on the dark side of the Moon
Watching the catcher in the rye comets
Keep their light
They'd throw themselves
Upon me, floating
Ice melts away into
Into a Catch-22 light

If you kept
Jupiter in the rings
Of space
It'll wring an asteroid belt

Throwing me and the asteroids
Of my life and my circles
That make up my friends
Rocky in the black holes
At the end of it timeless
Planets
Full of dirt
Like Earth and it's future in
a vacuous vacuum
Keeping my shores
And the dust off
My desultory
Folks
Bye poetry
Without rhyme
But with reason

In some days
Through the past
I've been writing songs
And poems
At last
There are places that I hope
To revisit
Like Hell's Kitchen
There are places
Trapped at last
Like my memories
Left in the lush trees
Undisturbed
Like rain settling like dew
On the airy
Somehow I get late in
This cold as ice land
I hope to live in Hell's Kitchen
Till my last dance

I really wish I could take
My dog out for a stroll under the celestial sky
Yet, working under a cement roof tailored to our needs
Keeps us both safe
While nature is sweating out under the sun
Due to high temperatures
When will we mix money with fun?

Life has purpose
Life has a beginning
Life has an end

Death is where everything begins
When you seek your death
You have served your purpose

Sickness is where everything
Dies and life begins
Every beginning must have an end that we can see

That's how I grew sick of living
That's how I grew closer to madness
That's how I escaped my life of blindness, by ending it

She's like the rain drops that fall in our hands
A grey eyed wolf in the cotton white skies
She looks down, out of reach

She owns the streets drenched in puddles
Reflecting the relics
Washes the sidewalks every afternoon

The flowers in her hair bloom in many hues
Like jewel mines
Which need to be searched thoroughly

She lives on a rainbow
Letting me gaze on her
Soon, the earth will be variegated, with nobody left to stare

Looking into the skies of black
We take what is clear
Seeing what we lack

A brown fog that clouds our sight
Asking for me, and a bit of you
I cannot remember what day it rained

But, when the rain comes, I find myself smiling
Cherishing her
The memories, often, coming back

Her head full of roses
I cannot touch her in the process
But, I wish her the best
Because I wish her the cities
That are empty and solitary fulfill her green mind
Moses and his pedagogue followed us
Found us in gravelly streets instead of water's long passages
Under grave skies that once danced
Now, wish they were blue-eyed like an innocent child
I would rather be under her roses
Despite, the thorns that circle into shrubs
Brushes of Van Gogh make up the pure blush
Of such roses
My lover does not compare
To such beauty
Since, such beautiful features
Belong to a person of pure intention
And fair judgement without malevolence
Where the mountain sheep reside peacefully

And will it end with the pressure to know it all
Couple receive and cops in the drug cartel
Life's tough
Touch the sky
***** the highs
And respect the lowly butchers in the neighbourhood
The loan sharks
Are superfly
With the credit
Don't deal the wrong classic case of trusting

Here I am
Urging people to stay alive
Look at me with no girlfriend
Or wife
I am a writer
In a suicidal trade
A suicidal situation
Asking men to take my free advice
To their grave

Pick out your destiny, slowly
Take your pick from open for business
And chrysanthemums that dry like the yellow times
You have with the blues, the cerulean tulips can't get enough of
Watered colors in form cumulus colors, colors of a shade
The trade-off of your polyamory and amorous exchanges, ringing like hallowed bells
Bell-shaped flowers, pick and choose your tune among the red wine-like roses
The truthful rose, in vino veritas, let me fetch another one of my flowers
In gazebo's that blossoms like composure and human nature, colored like roses, blue like a violet
Heralding the wine and decomposed soil, germinating to fructify
Tributes to your loved ones, time grows older than the powers of the words
Late-bloomers change your eternity in a palm-full of beauty
The eternity in a wildflower of the heated hours, the high life
The groups of the mirrored of the jaded transience, make it mystical as time
Lives will die with the shelves that contain stick and chains, like women
Trips and camp tents tested in the terms of the trident of Cyprus trees

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

Heroism is for the brave
Fanaticism is for the depraved
Iconoclasts of today
Are the outcasts of yesterday

Like sprightly spring and autumn's boredom
We are two lovers, different from another
Cold as cold is, the old man holds a sneeze in
With war around, vulnerable people wash their sins

A snowflake sits on the roof, melting overhead
The sun shimmering, as cleansing as an ablution
Underneath two crystal gazers cover the grass
Warmth to warmth, ashen leaves and stalk

Thistle to thicket, the birch covers the sun, a gas giant
Her eyes encompass all as eagles perched atop everyone
Grey with age, blue, gelid like ice, looking for some silver
The mountains echo her eternal reflection that disturb the conifers

Abstaining not rejecting, my love's memoir regarding my primrose bouquet
Soul or soulless, my garden will grow grey
Flesh or fleshless, my heavy heart everytime shall know flight
I know I cannot reminisce her face without unrest
As I shall finally know neither arrest nor movement like the solace of rain
In the jet black night my body writhes in pain

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

There was this lawyer
Who kept his cases
In his case file
In which the victim
Died, he would burn them
When the judge asked for prima facie evidence
He would ask for an extension
Since, the family was too distraught
To trust anyone
So the courts threw the case out in an evidentiary hearing
Due to the pending paperwork
Many people died as far I recall
But not many saw justice, sadly
Only when they found the lawyer burning the papers
Did they realize they had a serial offender
But, courts don't press charges for dubious cases
When the judges heard of the lawyer
They observed strictness in the courtroom
The lawyer had basically burned the evidence
Which was the dead corpus, the case had died with the body

she was sharper
than she was honored
than she was thy daughter
Thankfully she didn't cut my life's gun
Knockin' on heaven's door, shot in the dark
Smile in the dark
I see you shoot starbeams at my just wind
I see you shoot lasers into my wet eyes
I part at the seams, and the child washes over me
I perfect thy lifeless body in the icicle of the gauged mines
Put my hand on my hand, and touch the lantern
Torch the lantern, if it burns we have passion...
You have depths without measure
Compare thee with a sonnet
Mortgage thy will
Hope is a ligature mark
Wanted to assure the world that i live on a road that goes a gas station
Here goes, want a ice or water
Do you want frozen or cold
On my hand
What does a toad and frog
Have in common
Uncommon hops
What does a lantern and torch
What does a lat and flat
What does a latitude have with a flat dude?
Hey flat top come over
Gator shirt eat my ****
Handless sleeves fill
Lark my looks
Here are my hooks
I'm in the middle of a song
I'm in the pestering skirmishes of war
So, keep walking and hang on
Keep running and walk on
Keep lifeless day dreams to help you eat
Keep your land and my feet together, you brilliant write
Keep your lassoes on my feet, and my last soul

If I'm a dreamer, I want another one
But, she is a dreamer that never wakes up
Did that summer put a fire in your auburn soul
Did that winter push the last of icy cycling through the rainforest, do you need a vacation
Do you need a meditated latitude
Do you need a lamp?
What do you have?
What do you have?

Here we are, and here we go
Is that all there is to stationing our last minds on our last guys
I love you and love you, but the there are there and that
It's just moving around, and no substrata
No stance on substitute for a witty existence

*******, I'll **** you now
*******, I'll **** your mouth

Find my life in your passages

Ignoring the human race
I sat next to a camp fire
These things kept me alive
In case
Somehow company came
Along came company
A deer, a leopard, a lion
And made life bear-able in
A cold forest, under the pine tree
Where cooking a meal for the night
Was the necessity
I expound,
With company
It seemed like
Just staying awake
For others
Was the point
Of this ebullient dream
Incase prey forgets predator
And prey forgets the ways of nature
And in case prey forgets nature
I'd be there to save deer
From a metaphorical leopard
In case a lion intrudes in the forest
Whilst crossing a stream or a lake
I could be there to
Make it feel welcome
Because lions
Leopards
Don't belong together
But bemusing it is,
That deer and man can share fire
Together
Forever
Amidst owls
Because owls hover and deer run
Man and predator learned to hunt
Now people  just hover in planes and luxury
Unknowing of wild life
Ignorant of the hidden scenery

It is knowledge
That you seek
When you hide