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

If dreams are made
Of many hours of sleeping
Then, why do the seconds
I spend with you, feel like hours
As I gaze upon the ceiling
Thinking about the dreams
We have shared in this hideaway
Maybe, the thought of you
Keeps me wide awake and safe

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

The dulcet tones
Of hearing
A friendly
Voice
In my difficult
Hours

The Sun keeps
The Moon from
Hiding in the dark

Is like
Keeping
Goodness
In Being Earnest

****** barons
Keeping coal
Burning them with the tools
Carrying the anvils
On their shoulders
Life just became a boulder
Bolder to be a silent slave
Than to be an outspoken fool
In the rise of evil
Ranks finding
Comfortable numbness in
Falling behind the ranks
Like a cat crossing the street
Unaware of its race,caste or creed
Black cats have a breed
Superstition doesn't rule the cat

God, you're neurotic
Your Jihad
Can't handle the stoic eroticism
Of blackened offals often bloodied, resonant with the old religion

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Stones and starstruck bones
Faltered by the winding clock
And the single thing I remember
My love for the untouched pages
Couple of snowflakes
Walk in a crowd
It's impossible to find the odd one out

The night said it's peaceful
Said the guy waiting for the sun
I'm hovering with my head about you

The nights are floating, I thrill you and wait for you
The cupped half-time shadows as the sunrays over my sunny head
Useless and lazy as summer on Mars

Rueful and lackadaisical as the cloudy stardust uncountable as the hours
The dreaming of you takes me to June too
Right now it's August inane without sane you

The night said it's peaceful, no surprise
As long as you have a starry sky over your colorful blue
Midnight hue and cry, floating in the hallucinations of the sunny sands

Theremin hypnotism on the radio, I'll tell when the smile finishes as long our prayer broke our radio
I look for you in the static underground, thinking of you as always laughing as always

Your eyes open to a soul that has been mistreated as a tubby baby born on the cygnets in clouds lintels dilapidated crows ******* Moloch
So far it is getting farther from me, closer to flying doves, crying Moloch now over the star-spangled banner

Hallow on hollow men, lady yells from the dream wagon from the musket ride out on the street
Let's shine from shame, hang your shambled daughter
The night said it's so peaceful tonight, hear the high knell from Hightower from the midnight hour

I had changed
Dawn came as the love grew kind
The dawn of time had been engraved
As things had changed

What a wonderful weekend
This is the time
To be free from departure
Even in jeopardy

Here and now, I'm home and help comes
Idiot wind on the radio enraptures
Let's be friends once more

On the train you gravitate towards this
Like holding oyster shells
On the beach looking for your children
Luck is a ticket back home

On the warmest heart there is earnestness
Come back to me for a start
On that train
Through rainy hills and broken factories

Within machine towns lost in rotting canvas
Here lies a starry dynamo
Spread out like the someone
Who waits for you in the wrong alleys

To find expression...

I'll die before I sigh
If we get everything where we grow up
And have no one to look up to
Except our needs and bleeding toes
We would fight for our right
If only we knew what we were doing for food

Take your things
Did you think you escaped from routine
The birds will still sing
And the bees will sting
You'll see when we come out
We are coming out now

Did you think changing the seasons or the scenes
You could escape the rivers of breams
Nature is playing while we are dreaming
So, we are coming out now
For a brighter green and a bluer scenery
To make better history

Talk in my sleep
Pictures on my window
Laying out on my diary, Hoben pon dai ni

If they ask for a poem
I'll send them my pen
Like they expect me to write anything
In jail
My friends think I'm failure
That's why the pen is mightier than the sword
And the pen represents a world hinged on one word
Love

You are in Dallas
Far from my attainable state
Standing on the boards playing Georgia on my mind
Your recordings of blues and merrier mood
Perfect songs on the softer mornings
I wish I was silent in the wildfire of eternity
Measuring myself with blossoming sunflowers, looking at you
With cathartic sailors saying here’s destiny looking at you
I’m at the end of thy tunnel, your heartbeat is something I don’t deserve
So I hold you in arms
Cold and lonely
In Southern Waco, this poem would have been more warm and country
Free us from this sundance, and send us on gelid Titan

That’s your temperature has color, health has none
Let’s delay our journey, and take the next train because we are certain
We have nothing, but, our love to look forward
And holding the candle in the starlight, wondering about the affliction of strains of woes
Woes of Constantinapole was a democratic wonder, and dearth color of champagne and wine
The dryness of this scarce fruit, we have the grapes of wrath among the mandrake roots that make much of time

My heart has been yanked from its place
The cold fever has turned my head into a fading disgrace
Someday, the bottled ocean shall find its heart's rest place
The paleness shall leave me
The waves will stop moving so much
I just might place the words in those holes to describe peace

I wish I could escape to forests
Live among the trees and sacred flowers
The breeze rustles through the many leaves
Searching for sunlight through the canopy

I'm still searching for clusters of the light
I miss the chatter of my people
The desolate highway, once a river
Houses clusters of streetlamps and chrome birds

Soil enriched by lichens for million eons
This place once held us for a brief moment
It is red with blood of my ancestors
Yet, they are alive in the Grand canyon

Honey I need your love
To control myself
There is no way you are going away
Against my will as you sail away
We've heard you once before
The time is lost on a Spanish ship
Never have we had a love so deep
We could lose ourselves in it

Homeboy, when will you come back
She is waiting for you
Behind the fishing boat
If you come back homeboy
She will welcome you with a kiss

The only place I can destroy
Is the courthouse
That steals hearts
And owns her art that has been sold
I truly feel all alone too
Without your permission
I cannot indulge in temptation and truth

Homeboy come back
Don't friends belong to you

The strange thing
About the wind is
I know it blows
But not which way it will go
Like a sneezing man
Who loses sight of the road
With a constant cold
Hankerchief for weeping and sobbing
And digging the pygmies
On dog days and lazy nights for the old
On the March 15th, for thoughts to his mischief

Enough of feelings
I got feelings
And had enough
Relationship break this way
When two words
When two worlds
Break apart
Three words
"I love you"

I've been meaning to say this for a long time
Second guessing my well-rehearsed lines
Taking my sweet time
Riding out the nights

When you were in my life
I had cast myself into a downward spiral
I'd fallen far enough
To contemplate my mistakes

Your beauty's inspired
My staged rhymes can't describe it
There's no better way to say this
Than with honesty

Avid, amnesty barring the line
Livid, testing my honesty
Is honesty the hardest word?

I am honest
I have keep to
Telling myself
Since I am the loneliest
Honest

You broke my
Heart
Left me
Without a name
And a home
Thank you
For being
Honest
At least

Breaking the day
Comes the wake
Darling if you may
I tried to take
My time from your despair
"Morning"

The rain can't be felt
The pain strangely dwells
Tonight in the meadow
I will be all alone and shrouded
Near the cloudiness on my window

Her beautiful curls fall down
When the red ribbons are pulled from the tips
The story is hanging from a thread
Like her shoes tipping from her toes
When we call it quits

Till I leave from the front door
Her heart is open
So is her world for a moment
Her body is not a wonderland
It's a weapon and I am not that strong

How do owls stay awake at night
Because they have beautiful
Quills
For flight
Where do owls stay
In the burrows
Sleeping in the wrong tomorrows

Ash and dust settled in the desert
The feeling of raindrops felt long lost
There is a change taking place in the minds
Of people who have been accustomed to mirages
Dying in the long lost sands of time
Drying by the souls of robberies that could have been better handled
I thought the heart was meant to be stolen
Instead, I lost ******* heart when I saw further ahead
In the balance of the drops of rain that brought the smell of direction
In the right place, at the right time
I walked into God's shadow

She adorns the day
She strides through lampshade
Like moonlight walked in during the dawn
She wears the beauty of thousand oceans
In her eyes I have to find the depths of such solace
Such is the stillness
If one can be so dark at night and bright in the day
She is the invisible immaculate conception
Called love at first sight
She just might exist

Love broke apart
My hope
Against hate
And love and hate parted ways
Where a symbol of hope
Symbolized the crossroads
Of the tresses of the birch trees
Hope was an instance of jamais vu
'Cause you came across it too
And I found some metal
In my nerve
It was shrapnel
Of the war-torn soul
And the poison
Of someone's else war pride
And hope was symbol of peculiar
Coincidence
Incidentally
Hope came running
Because hope came to watch
Where I was turning

With a different kind of color
Her roses are a blur in the road to heaven
In the desert, she is my water
When I'm stuck in the middle of the Seine
Often wondering where the sky goes
When we are looking at the moon
And time flies with places to move to
I can always count on you
To accept my roses, hopelessly
In love with your hands
As well your lips which sign some sort of
Affection for my roses
Such are the rosy cheeks, that my bouquet
Seems futile indeed

The rain brings back clear memories in clear waters
Or in the form of massive storms that power through
Sometime when the rain's gone and we need no shelter
I'd be with you

There's too much rain now and grey clouds
I keep reminiscing the words spoken and the silent vow
There won't be a tomorrow and a sun on the horizon
But there will be hearts broken and the sun will come out

That's the truth

I smile with the knife under the shroud
Colors of red remind us of when lust was addicted to novelty
I should have never loved instead

Sometimes,
The monsters under our bed
Live inside our head

Sometimes,
Ghosts and ghouls cannot be seen
Because they chose not to see the living

That is the horror of life

I want to melt into
A beautiful place
Where nature burns
And the water cools the trees
Like the wind hastens a candle to a halt
The fire burns in your legs
A numbness in my fingers
Stops me as I press my ears
Against the wall
I want to melt into
Your bedroom and hide under the covers
That covers your *******
And protects your virginity
Eroding rocks turn to desert sand
Weather touches your neck
My lips thirst for some cool breeze
A zephyr climbs through your heights
Like a deafening silence washes on a battlefield
The desert is hotter than the sun

You wrote in a page of my notebook
My personal diary
A collection of memories, thoughts, and outpouring
I've written many more pages since then

Even filled a notebook or two
Look at how far I've come

The love you give is indeed bright
The sun thou est speak tonight
Cusps of the moon had a velleity towards illumination
Saying, c'est la vie, that's life
Of the boughs of beauty simply unbroken
By words of another world unspoken
The light of a thousand years
Brighten my sunshine morning that evokes the dawn
The darndest thing I remember is the moonlight
Of a thousand silver foxes approaching
In this folklore, we call eternal love

To concoct a poem
You need the sanguine of an infant
And the sweat of an adult
Good luck finding these

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

Birds don't fly
They dodge
Blocks of unseen wind

Torrid fascination with the sullen
Sullen, being pejorative, is a need for the passionate
My life and my pursuits are the reason for my sullied imagination

I care about the future
All barricaded by levees
When the river breaks them down
Soon I will reflect on my mistakes

I see a moon on the horizon
The tide is up
The stars and storms want freedom
Just like I do

I see the top of trees
The skies are cloudy
The leaves are turning hectic red
Just like the rivers in my head

I said I care about the future
But, who really stops?
Worrying.

Sections of books
The rustling of papers
Sections of society still flip through reality

The difference
Between you and me
I still love you
Even if you don't
Love yourself

A lion's pride
A lioness' prize
Everyone hunts for pride
What are you gonna do?