June was standing in the middle of the crowded queue
She tucked a croissant into her mouth
Putting some sugar in her coffee
She held it in her intertwined fingers
That could clasp a vente and a job, in the beaten shade of the house
Maybe, juggle a phone call, amidst the donut aroma
Yet, she couldn't kiss someone with sugary lips, feeling shy not coy
In a coffee shop
I suppose whoever reads this
Knows deep down
Coffee shops don't sell romance to loners like her
Yet, she understands all the poetry books
Like I do, and she is the perfect girl
Who longs to be as beautiful as those females in poems
I want to tell her she is just right
Her jeans fit well
She thinks they are too tight for her lithe figure
Her shoes are too small
I like that she can compare our feet
Just like a child without insecurities
But, she is like the rain that closes down schools
The kind of storm that moves trees
Unaware of the damage she is doing to herself
And to the poet in me
Love can bring the poet out of a person, after all

In her river full of cerulean celadon, jaded and glideth by its will
Transient and scenic, it's unyielding frame is prone
To breaking hearts that are still, and memory that stills

Upon another lifetime
One before the flood
The light turned around the floating stairs
A lamp shimmered in the dim dungeon
The creature had lost it's warmth
If a prayer was said or heard
The silence would be cold
Some see light in the heart of violence
We saw it's face again
Until now, it was always buried in the hail
Life had washed away
Tolling bells and daffodils in the collonade
His paper-thin fingers wavered in the air
As the fire went before his eyes
Some say he will give us chances someday
Now the truncheon thing died
Lords and priests were assured
The wilderness wasn't what I had heard
Some days I think pensively and sulk
I cannot make amends for any love lost in time
Affection felt between us
Faded away
As memory mixed desire and pain
A breeze in a small village
I saw her hair full of maize
That peasant love from an easy place
A simple girl with promises and a gilded face
I still remember the girl
Of the north country
The grass was greener on the otherside

So eloquent
In her manner
That I would share the silence
With her

The time's tops
Olden are we
With talk of ahimsa and dreams

I look around at the benches, they are full
They ask you the same questions

Dear Father,
I haven't to talked
To you

I am looking outside
Myself
Never above or into myself

A kingdom where the robin sings
And the children play with the birds

I have one in my head
And one in my heart
I whisper a prayer for them

When I sit in front of Jesus
Who stares wistfully
I wonder if his kindness is blind

I realised
I can never sell my poems

How many pledged to give away their living
They hung him on a tree
The other day, I saw him bleeding

There was a cat for eternity
How did they get him to hang from a noose
After all, they were afraid

Death held him by the wires
Hardly satisfied, lithe
He began

Killer instinct got him by the knees
The man fell to the oceanfloor
Stealing fish from the ocean quite often

He slept with the clairvoyant Sosotris
Never selling his prophecy for yellow fog

I was avoiding
The skydivers in town
The parade fell like chutes in steel moon, tanks never passed the *****

Your hand, please
Your warm lips
Your suitcase

You shouldn't be armed
Your looks could ****
So I cannot let you leave the country

Your legs
Your eyes
Your purse

I want them shut
If opened
They will see all I do for your love

You shuffle through the streets unnoticed
Sincerely yours
I have to keep your thoughts in my pocket
Shuffling through a pocket full of things in the process of unpredictability
I mess up my numb fingers cut up by the struggle of possessions
These things need my immediate memory

I looked up at the skies
Never knowing how high it really it is when I think of people who have reached the moon
They are just lies
I’d never made to path to reach the troposphere anytime soon

Because I never realized my dreams until I noticed time really flies or could run
While I felt jealous of the spacemen who had gone past an achievable reality
So one day I brought a completely upright ladder with a fluffy cloud at the top rung to block the sun
I ventured near the majestic Everest for inspiration with amateurish alacrity

After a few rungs I realized I was missing the soil
I was living in a dream without even knowing it
I’d never known blood, sweat and toil
Well I was feeling tired by epiphanies I came across each time when on the rungs my feet fit

After a healthy amount of rungs I came under the impression that I had gone quite far up
So I looked below to see how far I had come, understanding I still couldn’t see my **** cursed cloud
But when I did I was overcome by vertigo and ran up the steps faster than a hare whilst fearing failure and making this one shot my only mess up
My entire life I had been around the wrong crowd

Thinking my progress was enough at every interval of my life but that was the dream or a holy shroud
Time to make that shroud a proper cassock for a righteous monk
Because I was on my way to some form of success I had found
But I didn’t know the nature of it because of the people I had been among and I had run amok

Now eight kilometers into the journey of 10 km of climbing I could barely make out the familiar snowy white
And stopped for respite to think about the purpose of all of this because I had decided on this just to learn how to work hard
I realized I don’t want to work any further and I thought I was right to seek God and reach the peak of my might
And I continued toward

I had to work quite hard to finish the journey to the cloud because I had taken too long a rest
So by the time I had reached I was sweating blood
And I was about to climb onto my beloved spacious cloud knowing I had climbed the highest
But when I was about get down the ladder fell through the cloud and I grabbed tight onto the wood already missing my cloud as I probably would

As it sped downward I realized it was going into the top of Mount Everest
And I prayed for a miracle because I wanted to meet my Lord not land on the top of some dumb mountain
But much to my chagrin I landed in the snow near an Indian flag planted by a mountaineer who had also done his best or maybe more and I realized this was just a test
In glee and forgetting my past and then reminiscing it to cherish this moment and realization I clenched a fistful of snow and raised it to the sky and I had learned that you don’t reach God by a simple stunt he has to welcome you after you’ve proved yourself through a real endurance test like drowning yourself in the golden fountain

You don’t set the goal he sets it
He uses your ideals as benchmarks
But he may not stand beside it unless you’ve known enough adversity to still manage living the rest of your life in a pile of ****
But if you still believe in living in a dream instead of dying in one you’re gonna stay stuck on Mount Everest because you’ll still have to move because of the lack of oxygen and you’re going to die and get reborn as a dog that barks

Now I had decided to block the sun how the hell do I get down this dumb mountain now

The midnight meets my memoirs
Passages of fire and ice lay strewn on the bed
Lassitude and lethargy turn to stupor
I wonder if the world will be the same
Tomorrow and tomorrow
I grow into a poor version of myself
Like a book re-read only without interest
Promises are kept and the people live half lives
Death is the only completion
That the vault of the sky offers
Even with its pale sunlight
When love was in my life
I never questioned persons
Often their intentions were true
Nothing is truer than the tacit understanding
Between us
Lost on a sea
But still the sea still takes
My sails away from the eye of hurricane
I might reach the catechism that is the horizon

,My wife
Has left me
With soup on the stove

Often, a room is so dark
That you can almost sense the light outside
Even, if there is nothing illuminating the insides
Of the mysterious belly of a cornered room

When it is light
I remember my childhood
My love with a spontaneity found in Kerouac books
If I try to relive it is already dead like a bulb that has popped

Alive all of a sudden

The smell of coffee in the rain and cluster of stars
With a sip of the morning, some sun is visible
As I read the news
I say I love you

The afternoon is identical, I know I want you
With the undulating sunlight
Sitting on the roofs of distant huts and the saddest Gods cry

I know the night is different, those spirits lift me up
When the sun is gone and my demons come alive
I think upon a star, when I need something

I wish for you in vain and think of you just the same

When I was young
The days were cold
All of the streets slept
When the sun was in

I kept working on ships
As a child, you can't buy a miracle
All of my dreams
Have set out to sea

If I was too warm
I would lend my coat
To my supercilious supervisor
Who had now grown soft and conciliatory

I slept on vacant park benches
In second hand tailoring on the weekends
When I was young
I would ride empty buses

How do we ride on the bus
I am older now
But I still don't know how
To talk to people to my advantage

You take me to your art studio after a night
Of cold coffee and cigarettes
Canvases with streaks of blue and white
A scene out of an old French flick

Below the light, exposed film, bathed in red light
You feel me over my black top, with a hungry stare
Caressing me with your eyes
My heart throbs at your slightest touch

I dare you to **** on my lips and leave me weak
My heart lurks in the shadows
And only pleasure can release me
From the chains that bind me

I want to dress for you
And sometimes
I want you to leave me breathless
As I guide your hands over me

Unbuttoning my shirt slowly
Pressing your lips against my bare *******
You pull me closer
Maybe for a kiss that lasts forever

But you let the moment linger on
Penetrating me deeply in the cold winter night
With just your warm gaze
Bringing me back to life

Something that I'd lost long ago
Now found in your comfort
I was reminded of my grace
Because you took the time to unmask me

The lipstick that matches my red shoes
The heat that rushes through my thighs
And your palm on my heart
A light blush on my tear-stained cheek

I hope there's a place for me
In your heart
Give me your cold hands, hold mine, gently
You hold my waist, twisting me

I was dancing for a moment, in the room
As you held on tight
I gasped loudly
Laughing a little too

If I wanted a hug, I imagined this
Someone beside me
With his strong arms wrapped around me
My heart pounds against my breast

I can hear a song playing on the stereo
As I pick up the only piece
Left of my soul
The strength, you gave back to me

The warmth inside burns deep like a fire
Your naked lips touch the nape of my neck
We share the pleasure and pain
And I'm not alone again

Alone again
I can't seem better
But, you won't try in vain
Alone again
Time runs quicker
But, I won't try anyway
Alone again
Have you any money
Right now?
Have you got any soul
To cash on me?

Flowers in the spring
Jumping
Is an action
Of my mind's scene
Beauty is subjective
In the beginning
Not when it's love at first sight
In the brightest day
And the darkest nights
Shared in the evenings
Understood
That it's for each other
That love brings you
Hither
To angel's without feather
But love's a surrealistic pillow
As the romance billows
The moon above
The sky
Shone
From above
A heaven's godsend
A love i can't afford
Regarding which I can pretend
Understood that this is the end
To a journey longer
Than the peripatetic
feeling
A feeling stays
After the path comes to close
So I guess we end with roses
On the casket
But I'd rather be buried next to you
Rather than be alone
And alive
In all the same
Either way
Alone the crosswinds

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

A man makes a dying wish
A girl breaks his promises
Hours pass us by, so does life

The candidate carries his stamped papers
And is mistaken for a beggar by the commissioner
He's lost but found

The train of life reaches a close
And the stories keep losing their prose
You will meet someone

The curse will be on those who fear death by fire
Forget the goal, let it come when it will
Tell them what you saw was beautiful

The sun is beautiful
If you hear the
The whisper of the wind
With it.
Such are memories
That remind me
Of the heartache.
An old clock
Brings me no peace
As it clicks like the years
As they pass by.

There is a rounder
Sun that settles
When the flowers are blooming
Sure that the earth is revolving
But, I will say the prudence
That makes your beauty
Is beyond love

Sometimes I will sit
Under the clouds
That shift and make shapes
Surreal and unreal
But, my heart will always
Know that it belongs to you
Under a rainbow, always

When the moon
Hides behind the purview
Of the darkest sky
The sun is waiting to come out
And the moon loves break through
My heart will know peace
Everyday if you are with me always

Sometimes I know
In the world
As long as
I can cope with your head
If you are in love with me
A struggle becomes a juggle
I giggle and cry when I am with you, always

I love her
She's wonderful
Shhe's prurient
And she'[s emollient
And truant when in the ood
Pervasive in her affection
Affectionate in her affliction
She stayed with me through her dying days
Lifeless breaths
But she got to thee
With a sense of sanguinity

A boy went to the bazaar
He wrote more books in his time
Out of the life in the supermarket, grocery stowaway
All I do is for the free tickets
All I do it is for the theory of selling said relativity
He is a shadow of the gilded soul
A boy went to the erroneous place, in the bazaar of crimson tides, undead living
Dog day again, afternoon buying free feed for the plants
Without, stains of seeds and rain tearing on the some seedless, we would have germinating roots
And the bedrock of my life is eroding
Or was once, a bed for others, and the Freudian lyric pome berry

I'm flossing to save lives
Keeping myself
From the dentist, and the amalgam of codeine and cogent care, morphin' in my seat

I know I think things the wrong way
But, I don't want to be right
Just like the fire that burns bright
I want to be lost in your eyes

The far away stars are dead
From your love
I get no comfort
But, here I want you once again

If I am lost in your memory
I am found in your touch
You're only human
After all, as dead as a calm lake

I need to be alive
In your arms
But, your embrace
Takes away my smile, leaving only pain

Having a way of life
Explained to you
Is like wearing socks in your idol's shoes

Let us say
As love is mysterious this way
Because I want you to stay

No courage to finish the sentence

It is common
For people to listen tostories
Witty tylenol and beef cakes and swords won’t
Cut it brutes, and acts of morality in temparate whimsical talk of polished skulls
We hung the brute with the pigeon hole and steel wing
Dragonfly city cupping the deleterious eyes of compound soybeans and fermented liquor
Looking amber like fossilized time

On The Blazing Bus
The Oranges have a deeper blue
Republicans
For Us
Than the what we've read in the news
The smoke
That billows
Swallows
The education that
You could've sold
Rising with the use
Drowning in the fumes

Hey, can we talk
I get anxious
You are my source of remedy
I am hooked on to you
Like once everyday
I am needing you
Like twice for a weekend
So my Monday are artful
And Sundays paint the sadness
My days are losing colors each Friday
Saturdays move by on islands
Without smilingly or lively holidays
Hey can we speak to ourselves
Or do we need a break
Can you stay or does
The phone seek any use
Maybe, we could talk uselessly
Over poetry and power of penned words
Summing our daily grievances
On social media’s phone
Hanging up the calls
Rather than allowing bluer atlases to chart our conversations

A candle burning bright
In the forest of the night
Seemingly wild
The Waxing Moon

the eyes of my loved ones
looked through me
Whilst they died
Understanding my life
In there last testimony
Then I realized
Life can be broken
By three words
"I love you"

I was locked in emotion
In chains
We were trapped
In the same prison
You set me free
It was nice
As long as I liked you
You betrayed me
Guilt stated
For innocent murders
Who had me floored
If I am with you
One could have asked
Who died first
Now I am set free

A world without words
A dream without focus
I might change my mind
If I wanted the problems of maintaining my sane sister
Called a metaphorical music
That keeps my muse on my mind
And my mind on my muse

Our words are ours, think upon what we can share
If you love yourself, then don't hurt others
Free them from the guarded heart
It opens their beautiful mind to reason

An angel in disguise
Is no better
Than a devil in disguise
They are fettered

I need a friend on the midnight radio
Who hears me cry
Giving me himself in low hushes
Making love to me in breathless talk

An angel in disguise
Is no better
Than a devil in disguise
They both pretend to love you

Whimsical ballerina
Has me on her noose
It's a dreamy day for dancing
After all, I don't listen to dead music

Or the same tunes
That my disguised angel
Flies to and stalls her flight too
On a sparkling oceans and sand dunes

Took a break from work,
Decide to write a poem
And I thought of you...
In blankets,
LOoking for a song,

You're living in a fascinating world
Where the languages are different
But the people are selfish and
Lost at sea
Torn apart at the seams

The poem's page is torn into pieces
The message is still on the phone
As a text
I have 12 minutes
Before I take you to pieces
Look at your ashes
They all burn to seamless
Floating on the breeze
Dusty windows at the yellow dawn
Of green day
Of ******'s release

Its the lack of a sound
Of my throbbing heart
Enough of this pretending
Stealing doesn't come close to the damage you've done

This is the closest I've come
To being free from the shackles
Of your control
So let me go, I'll carry my words elsewhere

Let me drown into a sea of endless dreams
Where you can hear the whispers of circling waves
And the reddest sunlight bedazzles your mind
In the lilac clouds of the northern sky

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

I dim the lights of rooms with guarantee
A mirror appearing false I see myself
Old and an antediluvian me
Flattened I traveled on
Desolate, dead I on the desperate shore
Only showing a fragment of what I lived

"The role of an artist is not to look away." A famous quote by Japanese director, Akira Kurosawa is a study into the human side of photographers or film technicians and the generic "role of an artist." We should not be ignorant and therefore, careless, to things that might not concern us. Being insightful and thorough is the route to perfect your art.

Angel
I know your name not your song
From every corner of a room
Maybe you will see the light in the dark
I might be wrong

Between us there is no talk
A full circle and the endless sea
A moon meant for us
On empty streets, you fly or glide
I know not where our lonely skies touch

Angel, seemingly lost
The earth is for us and our purpose
Emboldened, you cross water and land
Wondering where it all ends
It is all embodied by silence

If I live to die
I shall cry till my heart faints
In bets, I found lust behind that vain lady
She says does the moon shine like my charming face

Sun burns bright or does gold turn to diamond rust
Tigers tread on such an ablation
Soon a dull ache will turn into a whisper
Hear that Eli Eli Sabbachtani cry in my sea of change

Strangers with electric fur and wires
It has been years since I heard you
Most prey whisk away from my thin hands
She says,"Je suis trop peur pour toi." with some concern

Live or die
Apples fall from trees, they rot
Spring season reminds us things, we slept
Winter, that once was a warm shelter now shivers and wilts

The night sky holds
Dead stars without letting out a tear
With the moon shining upon the darkness
Can I be the one who holds you in your pain?

Ironically, every guy I go out with
Represents him
Unfortunately, poetry doesn't flow in that irony

Child in me wants to go home
The older self feels the light got a little colder
The hellos and good days follow like cold imagination
The twilight of a new moon renders me a little messier
Bellowing, bewitched and I get older and become a denier
The cause of the sunny dream and they say I am stranger following pied pipers
I'm a stranger in another man's eyes and living behind stronger illusions and desires
It's easier to reread a book when you know it's ending and the solution
It's easier to look at the wanderer's eyes, pointing a gun to the helm
And tell him to look at the vagrant skies with some gumption
Migrating, and the fighting spirit sits sojourned within the threat of danger
July and June, and I and the dolphins washed away on the foamy shore
Like divine retribution, that burned upon touching the sun
The shore ended where the sea opened up and the wings welded
The watered wilting rushed down the turbulent tempests, begging for merit
Flying away as one, wanting more