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

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

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

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

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

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 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

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?

At this present date, here and now
Setting the predicate for the future and the past
Steeples, beyond silhouette, said the townsmen, that trampled
The stairs lit up with freedom, and poetry of the old times
The positivity lit at the end of the flame tells positivity is superlative
The panorama was on fire, the apparitions of faces lifeless by their beauty
Domineering in their face, and the color of the water was bluer than boughs of the mountains
I guess some men are giants, and some are succeeding to stay tall
And keep their heads help up high, maybe, praying as they leave for paradise
Loveless and ingrates find their place in heaven
Some are lost and faithless finding their place in paradise or somewhere in that vivid concept
Keeping the literature relevant, has become one of the reasons why we understand the depth of joy
Stories should be efficiently, and they could see a hint of fur
Heard in the faces of silent persons, they could see it mindful of the suspense
What's to say and what's coming
The common saying, we could perhaps smile, or look for better
Possibly, I am migrated from the lies behind
My shelled spectacles wearing the running on the wires, on my arms
Determination in these, grams of wrath winding in surreptitious
Some people think will can worthless incoherently they can claim their futures for their own and hopeless misery
Among the citizens and gun-holes, the action-seekers snickering
I want to be part of a smaller death in society, terrorizing my neighborhood
Silently, breaking the breadths of fences and pens, into the ****** sheets of spying intelligent and honest men
I hoped to leave this island
I would get engrossed in the similarities
Snow sets upon
Lamenting our souls
In the fire, or huddled up in the avalanche again

Everything has a soul
Can fly and set sail, find its own
Wings- paper planes, plastic bags, and school skirts
Carried by the wind, dampened by fears

It is in our eyes full of tears
That they find meaning and purpose
In their flight that won't go on for years
God keeps us on our toes safe from our foes

Search your soul, linger till you grow
Old in fields of gold, rain comes so does the hope
Hostile buildings flying around the head, like buzzing bees
Criminalizing every last convict
Coining every last name in the prison register
Treason and trainwrecks have conviction in common
Break the tough chains, with tough breaks
Tinkering like thirty-years
Breeding and birth is a part of the fleeting memory, of high and dry
Try and you can quench the thirst of a couple of people at the end of the road and the rotation of crowds
Brimming with satisfaction, I can't find the child that's always dissatisfied
A bridge on time of carnage would be better than burning the commodores
****** mysteries and bebop, tell you can light your own enigma
Lady luck is fickle, she got razor-sharp claws and got 'em all
Too bad she tears up the fateful roads that are meant to cross-point like the stars on Moonlight drive
Fear in the darkness and in the loathing of Las Vegas
Leers and glances of the beatnik and bookish boys, gracing every with their masculine advances
Being bums and being contended
Pardon me, c'est la vie, cinema mon amour
The shards of saviors slashing samurai swords and serried sands
Lands, composed the Magna Carta of the time and sending off
The harakiri killed the suicide solution, the feudal times with Japan in the cherry blossom
Trees falling transient photos, stills on the artist within, touch the sword
Can't get the arrows and bows, quip, fly the mistakes by the taste of killing stakes
Bleeding soldiers, in the thousand men in gracious faceless
Read-write the scrolls that stand the test, emptiness is just a reflection of the blind
Eye to eye, blinking can't avert an artist's eyes
This is the hummingbird that hides, the cusp of time and cutting vernacular
The chirping and belonging of the terse stories of the counts and countesses of the summer loathing
Heralding the sun, and it's God in the sands of time and talk of tides
Working like the winds and winding solar clocks, and lunar dials
Tellin' and reelin' in the direction of the red skies, see where they make their mirages

I once hoped for an idea
But it would have nourished
My hunger

Food for thought
I have bled
I have the mood
To feed
I have need
In my eyes
They're standing right in front of me
They understand my reasons
It changes with a common conclusion
That humanity can be selfish
There are plenty of fish in the sea
In dread of the shark
There's riches beyond shallow sea level
That brings to level
My feelings of
Benevolent demeanour

It gives you appetite
And it keeps you in the mood
To give

You kept me out
Of the scenery
Of living
with strangers
Since I was a stranger to myself
In the garden of bougainvilleas
And Begonias
Which shouldn't have been
Together
But, my lover
You kept them at peace
With each other
Like touching the mimosa
Never felt safer

Blue is the warmest color, rushing
New people to get ready, waiting
For summer to come as a surprise no longer, lovingly
Springing sprightly calves of the lands to their feet, rejuvenating
The days of cloudiness that will end, finally
Blue arrives again out of the land, feverishly
When the eater and the eaten meet eye to eye, silently
When the poet and the audience see eye to eye, properly
Appreciating the acting and composing, rueful
Of death as they disappear into the holy skies, leaving
The colors of life, circling
Behind us an ecosystem of plants and animals
It is beautiful neither to be living nor dying
Let us go then you and I, curiously
Into the circle of life without suffering

I don't do drugs
The jukebox plays my tune
As the uncertain potheads steal my flute
The neurotic mother is still after my case
When will I get my own flower vase
My girl doesn't stay forever
My home is for the lonely wanderer
Who belongs nowhere
He just wants the money for the next day
The usurious politicians are killing me
The burning forests are dying
The government hasn't spoken
To stop me from speaking
They cut my commerce

I am a man
I want the world
I am a man
I want the riches
I am a man, after all

I want the knowledge of Earth
Without the riches of a world, I am without women
I want the knowledge of habitat and enrichment

But, I'm poor because of my intellect that has no goddess
For that, I need a woman

I am the rock
That will stop
From rolling into the sea
As the sea gathers moss
Turns emerald green
Like eyes of an exotic cat
Or the leaves of the African jungle
Will hold me in the palm of God
I am the rock that will
Not roll into the sea
Because I am different
Since, I am result
Of coincidence
Resilience and patience
I have everything
That a rock has
Except for a good shore
Which lets me be
Instead of carrying me away
I don't mind the sea
I don't mind the moon
Or the horizon
I don't mind tourists
I just have fallen out of love
With lovers and nostalgia
I just don't want to land up in a hotel
Where they tap the phones
To hear in on the calls of lovers
And congressmen will certainly
Want a beautiful stone like me
For their mantle
However, I am not free
Like a dreamer
Whom you can throw by just
Picking on them
I write the news
And someday I will be the front page headlines
That says,"A rock in the congressman's shoe."
I can really shake things up, without moving
Of course

I was dancing in the bar
Where love was the drug
I was soon dancing among the common people
Stepping into the shoes of glasses
Shots for flaming heads for friday nights
Crazy nights could come with the gay fights

I was dancing in the bar
Falling into the glasses and laissez faire
Breaking the coffee in the corner
Creating riffs, and shaking hips
I was dancing in a lesbian bar
Critics were not in the ******* kunstelromm
I was reading books, and apparently working overtime

They say tomoboys read books
If I don’t do it right, I can be wrong

Within the love life
The killer trapdoors lie
Trust the spirit
おく に ひと
いちのおわあり ひとりでしゅ
なんだ こと だ

High profile society
Keeps me in the fray
Of living with
the making of time
A simple prayer
As cool as the game gets
Trying my moves in every way
I guessed my hopes
For life
Are icily broken in the fire
That burns

If I’m
Dreaming of you
Everyday
Actively

Rushing through the days, tomorrow anew
Your voice never falters, just reading
Through newspapers too

Your constant digging at my emotions
Searchin' for an underlying problem
The nights are the same, we laugh again?

Sleepless, on the extremes of the bed
On the opposites ends of the world
The curtains kiss the wind, why don't we?

Do you remember?
We once smoked a spliff
On the terrace, fantasizing
Barely thinking about the world

And life came crashing down
And a phantasmagoria of colors
Became a black and white picture
That I shared with myself from then on

All that was left was my sobriety
A lemonade, coffee, and bitter orange peel
You, instead, had bitten into a meringue of stimulants
By then, you had left the world for some solace

The way we look at each other
The road is home to strangers
Lights flicker together like a scripted picture
There's no danger of losing me, forever

The purple leaves flutter
As our hear beats palpitate
As if recognizing an unknown color
In sensual bliss our lips quiver

If you are a desolate landscape
Where a highway runs free
I'd love you still and know all your curves
As riders on a storm do on immaculate forests of azure

I could tell you
How the rain feels
When it falls on my face
So, I show you a rainbow

I don't think
I could tell you
How much the stars shine
When they fall through the universal periphery
So, I make a wish for you

I could tell you
How much your kisses mean to me
When we are far apart
Because, you know I'm glad you're with me

You and your basket of oranges
As you walk the fields of trees
Make my juices turn sour
As your heart pulsates in and out
Your face turns another color
As you look into the sweet roses
If they smell pretty
They make you look it to
You have it all and are no fool
You hide behind your copy of Fountainhead
With towers tumbling over your gaze
The orange suns in your eyes
I don't want your taste
I want your teardrops
Had you wanted it all
At least you'd have the fruits of labor

Your love comes
And goes
We sit in the park
Your eyes move instead
Sordid love affair indeed
Blue oceans could be deeper
Than what we have
My arms are coiled
Around your carry-ons
You are the least of my fears
Friends come and go
Your love
Comes and goes
It means so much to me
To know which side I'm on
If I'm a t-shirt in your closet
Or a picture on your mantle
Don't think me unkind
It burns a hole in my heart
I've only been chasing the sun
When grudges ties me up
And you escape from me
I scream,"Why don't you need me?"
Pool tables lay at my acquisition
I am not sure you need my imposition
I need you in the wrong position
I scream,"Why don't you need me?"
It is a false notion
You just want me to hate you
I guess that's what I need from you
So, meaningless yet true
Like your blood, and November

You touch me
I don’t respond
I have fallen out of the idea of love
Please don’t touch me anyway
Just don’t forget about us

Like rainbow meant for us
I sit still when see those

I am colorful now

Your arms
Can carry the sun

The sunshine is on your shoulders
Because the light overflows

If you only looked at me
You could make me happy with a hug

If nobody rose to expectations
People would stop to look
If nobody had belief
People would stop being realistic
If nobody cared about you
Nobody would
Neither you