Destruction
Kept me alive
In Jesus' resurrection
After Friday

It's just because
You're ****
That I can handle the ugliness

Tired of love
I want your release
Be real for once
I say whatever I want
I stick to what is store-bought
You are a cupcake
Oven-ready with same fragrance
Except it wouldn't
Be right to compare you
To custard pie
Since, they burn
If you give them too much love
You are too heavy for dessert
So I'd rather skip on the main course
And start with conversation

As the dawn lights up the room
Through dark curtains
A solitary ray peaks through
Afraid to disturb the silence

The morning is restless
Without her embrace and presence
The first sound I hear is the bird sing
Her sweet gestures still rankle this broken heart

She often brought me happiness
In my life void of affection and beauty
Her words calmed
The river of traumas

I share these songs with her
Now those memories bring me solace
When her eyes listened, lips smiled
As I pick up the broken pieces

I sped the highway and hungered for adventure
With a broken down car
I once called a floating river
Periodic clouds on the outskirts hustled and bustled

Life without music
Is just love without
The words
Or the other way around

The treatise of God
Tells me if you die
I will find life
The art of alluring people lives in you
When you can't find passion
Find the kingdom in you
A deer shares the same kindred spirit as you
God tells me that our love is free
Such is the beauty of romance
That knows a cloistered heart
From an austere one
Soon I will love thee
As the sun touches Earth from afar
And the Moon feels the light vicariously
Your heart will never close
If you touch my skin and feel blood flow
As the zenith of contentment enthralls you
Let us make such pleasures anew my bride
As I find life and you find a death of worry
The treatise of God tell us
War finishes in a flurry
So it makes for no confidence on my part
To call tempests and die with a temperament
Taking a risk in the ilk of that mythological sailor
As I beseech thee to land my ship on the rocks
Soon we will shrivel and die
Such is the treatise of God
Telling us to find light
Let others do or die trying
Love is the flower said one artist
The peace is in silence said the other writer
Soon we will find the sound of silence
As we make for the poorer quarters
I will love your austerity for what it is
I need your heart for it's simplicity
Like a dove needs to fly in the pale noon

The sequacious people
Are intellectually servile
In your loving presence
Kindness is a virtue
For the nascent soul and experienced spirit

In this institution, I was in a day of the criminal
Psychology class of some nun
I was going to go all way to salvation subliminal
But, I couldn't hold back inspiring senses
Jews were sure, I was holing the slaves.

The cloud breaks a little with a soft thud
A shower is anticipated, but the sun shines though
An effervescence flows through the river
As every bead of rain stirs the mammoth

A ice sheet piled on another melds into one
The vapors of meet the wide ether
Now the sun has turned crimson
A blizzard forms the weather

A touch of sun, a hope of a flower
Is enough to change everything
From a wintry, desolate stretch
To a island with hot, temperate hedges

First of all, I'm interested in the cold
And a state in which you're living couldn't be washed away
Like a hopeless dream, that some of us stare in hopeless exuding
Of doing what can die and that, dies because of seeking ease as it lives
Truantly yours, a trunk full of things symbolizing complicated things in a box full of simple items
Whimsical farms o' yonder, serried
Happen, a dream they happen
Rye and risen' with the clement weather
Go ahead, miss your flight
To go breezin' in some lost serene time
When you'd really smother yourself in need
If you're deeper individualism allows that breeding, just by the essential summation of communication, by all means, go ahead and seek

I met the greatest poet that ever lived
But he had no one to rhyme with
Live alone
Poem's seemingly timeless

The moon
Is just like the sun
Except it allows us to see the other stars

I never went to the horizon or the lowlands
All I know about love is Orion's bow
The introductions and serendipitous exchanges
And my favor seeking friends and foes

We welcomed the war in the confusion
On our souls with shrieks of haunting derelicts
Reminded our parents that we were wrong, whispers of the honorific Hakagawa bows
Predating the caitiffs of the pejorative context of the peace talks in the city light bowing out
Trenchantly expressing ourselves in vapid cigarillos, looking for another kick
We got kicked out of the missile nation and ended up on the radar of meritorious icicles
We smoked up the clock latching on the count of tacit reason
Blessed by reason and cursed by ignorance, wandering the blue skies in wedlock

I felt the sun rise
See it beyond the horizon
Speak to me of life
Basking in the sunshine of my tries
Hollower than the Lord's light
Hallowed be thy name
Rings inside
I scream my name
In vain
Heart is as the hand of God stays
I hope that my song plays
In the meaning of some distant way
Of travelling men

The artist mixed up in the sword of
Pieces of pied by the glacier and Pisces lend its transience
My land lies wrapping limestone
Tear dried on the artist abnegated storming in veritable riches
Eternal reflect your hope's
                                                                about to show
                                   You just told you
                                                                antecedent
Often, breaking comfortably with the atmosphere, your hope's about to show                                       some leniency
And music
questions and answers, and arguments, and transience
                                                          Angst and fascism, good and evil

In the depths of bottled oceans
Beneath the tides of scuttling waves where I find seagulls none
Where fish stride the torrential current
Reside in patience as they turret
Only to find themselves in the shelter of midnight
Oh so gay, without a reason to prise elation tonight

I suppose I should tell you
That I was normal once, now just an analogous amalgam
Saving pennies for the shelter, though I don't know
The storm is just childish rhetoric, my family's gone
Even in the cosmic feeling of perfection in my teenage days
Without food and shelter, tuning my cars and mechanizing machinery
For underwriters and slaves alike, likewise temporary jobs
Pay for the entertaining pictures on the star-lit screen and the cinematic sun strip
I am far from home, bet you expected to come back to the vapid commitments
Falsities plaguing my clear mind, infected by the disease of what's
In the name and the mindful soulful vibes, that spirit away like nameless ghosts
On a named street, with some attachments and arduous freedom taking my bags along
Like some chaperone on famous stars on the celestial sky, looking down on us
New desires keep coming with full suitcases, making my journey harder
The undulating streetlights flicker like my fate and belief in people
I want to say the nicest things to you if I could just fly
And catch on those subtleties that hover in amorous air
Cruising with the analogous amalgam is a just a beggar's dream, called niggardly
They are the preservative ideals of a society run by blacksmiths and wordsmiths
All cemented in stone like covenants and commandments, born of the time being ashore on these dreams of freedom
Knowledge is a weakness, ignorance is a brave ideal
Find your peace?
Make love, not war; love is closest to being free and peacefully easy
The feeling is easy if you can curb the warfare without contention
Or a bone resembling the argument of the flight of the centurions
The cents that are thrown like notes in the hat, make up for your sins you topical poets
Treble, bass, and middle; you are the whole music, a part of the sound of this vast splendor
Cosmically blowing up, I can't explain myself
If I imploded, I'd stay at home unbeknownst of the whole vessel
Pretending I was ready to sink with the ship, sappy
Revering all my work in a glimpse of eternity, happy
The pursuit of happiness, where do you roam on moving streets that move me to tears
~Analogous Amalgam

Binding the walled hatred
Evil doing its best concocting
Erstwhile, vivid learning
Rumi’s timely preaches are good
In a school of peaches and Doha
Within the basting of nostrums
Cautions many only there was friendship

In climbing trees of sevo
At said heights
Save yourself
Inscribing scriptures
Essence of reason
Innocence is an old picture

Island telegrams randomly shuffling in the sun
Reading between the lines of tides and stones
Time and tide wait for no one unless you're a bone
Ill or hope, you're in desperate need of a bridge
Lest you end up without a savior, Samaritan who reads your island telegrams
That I can see, or at least grab onto the ropes
Carry your clothes on your camping trip, shuffling through the zenith
Wordsmith where is your inspiration, if I taking everyone for what they're looking for
Random shuffling in the sun
Rest in peace, and ****** make-believe will all be written in a message in a bottle
Dry as the dead, and floating like the oversoul; this is my last chance at ending strong
Contained by the empty vessels that navigate the seas without captains or winds
Contending the eye in the sky, projecting some prior survival
Deceased by being stranded, so it seems that I've landed
Truncheon things and turn-tables and blunt knives are in
When will sharpies come out, to write these word down
I suppose those are written in a crimson tide, tired of recognition and fertility
I love these fertile feelings, I suppose you could curb your streets for another home
I'm leaving this humble abode too soon, you might ride on the storm
Hitchhike the galaxy, sail the seas, and explore oceans; go-ahead big life
You seem to be kind enough, to help those lost and stranded
That's what you said when you read my eyes, and read my mind
You could see me beg for better ways to express the truth through island telegrams
Like the deserted island on the sky, that knows no peak
How do I come down, from this pedestal of accepting my own destiny?
When will make me the eye in your sky?
God, when will stop leaving chances to precarious bottles talking of pernicious palpitations that tell me I'm a vagrant
In someone else's stories, the island with the nicest view
Bruised and broken, starting again with a better beginning
How is that possible, that I come back from my infantile tendencies
The trepidation stays like themes and deniers, who deny my expressions and honesty

Finally, I said
Wear a grin
The President's men
Have left
In these times
There is sin
Before the junk jangles
And the fire burns the forest
All the corruption is corrupt
And all the bankrupt are ruptured
And we are drinking alcohol
In the concrete jungle

I know I miss your heart
I miss your art
Your shapes and curves
I know these are things I miss

As the world turns round from night to day
Your memories last a century
But, there is no solace
From the moments we shared

When I know I miss your arms
I imagine those hands touch the sky
With a little skip and sigh
A lasso steals the sun and the light dies

You brighten up the midnight
Is there anything else I missed?
Yes.
You!

I ask myself
Is there more that meets the eye
In the pursuit of happiness
Do I cry
If I am glad
Or I am rife with sadness that rings in my temple
Like a block of ice broken against a hammer
The deeper I get
The colder and harder it is
So, I say is there more than that meets the eye
It is all a figment of the ember of your imagination
Melting the ice into a trickling stop

My masks keep falling
Fate keeps spinning
I see my memory will fail
I'm sure my heart feels the same

My lips keep pursing
Destiny keeps playing
From the beginning
I'm sure my heart doesn't feel the same

We are both unsure
Love comes and goes
Looking for a lover
Watch over us God

Her honesty
And it's still sweet
With a little brutality
One cannot hate the truth
When it comes from those truthful lips
And lying eyes
With a seductive smile
There is nothing I wanna change
About her
Only that I loved her

Hey, lover
I know you don't want to be my flower
I wish I could see you bloom like a princess
My mistress, I escape my fears and favors
You do that everyday in the form of a metaphor
Called love for money and ***

Hey, babe
The skies may not be blue in the evening
We can be together like Heracles and Megara
These are two truths I cannot stage
Because the skies don't live a lie
I cannot change the outcome of books

You said that's the truth and found love
We were supposed to fight the world
Instead, you left the dogs in Hell
You insisted that they would find Heaven
The hell hounds chase me like a charm and contain my mind's pleasures

I miss the way the room lit up
When your eyes glanced mine
And you'd blush a little
And smile a bit

I still remember how you
Told me your hands were small
As an excuse to hold mine
And I could tell it felt right

If I trace back time
And do it all again
I'd make more memories
That could save me tonight

My note is a little too late
Because my heart died yesterday
When I couldn't feel the arms
From which bled my wrists, wrestling with death

Wide open eyes
As my tears drained my life

The breezing wind touches the flowers
That's why I look at the sky
So, that I can breathe in the aroma of floral spirals
In a box full bees and flowers
There resides a pollinating bud
Blouse stripped open, like a buzz bee

How can you not
Be romantic about friends
You love one
You lose them all

I have seven lives
I have seven days
How many of them will I use

You make the rains come
Once a upon time you were water to me
Shapeless and essential
Now you just bring tears
My heartbreaker

Love is blind
But it has the determination to
Pull someone close to you

It’s over bank robber
Your lyrics are there
Left on this parchment right here
You writing tomes seems unfair

Dugging down the basement
Finding another excuse
From this harassment
To parental ostentation
And leaders to ****** road-side cheaters

Nooo the lyrics are permanently damaged
They really can’t be fixed
Due to sub-standard homework ticks
Leading me to lose my patience
Over false appreciation
Of my kitsch

Took me a while to really understand
My childhood and becoming a dude
To get really good
To finally understand why you brood
You know success gets you ahead
Now you’ve left me for the dead

Nooo get set get wet
Get the typewriter checked
After all the things you’ve said
I feel like my lines were only meant for ****

Nooow I’ve finally got something
Too get a groove on
Using a dude
Might sound a bit crude
You better get a move on

Time to learn some honesty
I better get out of my fantasy
That you aren’t my competition
You are my only enemy

I know what
Your girlfriends
Call me
They phone me
Each in every way
While you ghost me everyday
They could kick me
Because I'm not six feet ten
But, you like lanky men
They tower over you
While I stood by you
Through thick and thin
I can't stand losing us
To those losers
You chose me over them
Right?

When you laugh
I laugh gladly
If you cry
I cry quite a bit
When you left me
I didn't know whether to
Laugh or cry

Where did you go my blue eyed sky
Where are you my round faced world
Where is the worshipper of the Sun
Do they still listen
When the forests are rich and deep
Where hope is simple
So, I believe everyday
I can do something differently
This man prophesizes futures
And my mother still saves my soul
I saw a man's patience die
As his loved one sped away
From the window of his house
I still love you, he said
As he has aged
The meaning of his words has aged
The essence has stayed the same
A frown should make no difference
Pity, he has no one to share his mortal heart
That died with an utter scream
In a gutter where no one sees
Reprieve didn't save this alcoholic
Only the choices left
Were what he got
His options were short
He has no power over himself
Where are you my blue-eyed sky
Where are you my round faced world
Where are the worshipped ones
Who stood and listened to the sermon?

Let the sun embrace the heart's darkness
As the cars move past the journey of your life
You hear every bump of the road and feel every turn
As the light shines through

When the Sun shows up
Its light drives straight to my heart
And twists and turns of life
Will never drive us apart

I reason with myself
That's the problem
Lies in seldom myself
I hate to admit it
The coruscating fire rests there
I say it's probably changing the world
I reason with myself
That being a problem
Lies in my half-measures
Never completely admitting
It's probably changing the world

The ghost slurred
Without shape
Black ghosts do lie in the shade

In this sensual beauty
Of revelry in the bedsheets
We touch the bridges of our nose
Within the tensions, we burst forth into the forlorn festering
Of our souls, to close to connect, civilized with each other
Maybe, the sensitivity keeps us together
The masculinity telling of how you're mine
Our legs intertwined in sublimity
No wonder, I'm weak at the knees
The weeks have gone by without another loving mind
Craving for you seems just right inside
The same face produces the expressions
I fell out of love with, and the exhaustion can be liberating
The sensual beauty tells me
It takes one to know one
In the deepest desires, I do want you to come back
While my other alter ego sexualizes the image
Of your oppression and looking for more chemistry
Seems so wrong, and I'm out of time
Culpable, but, I got you out my mind
I want you just the way you are
Perverted, displeased, angry
The propositions got me so far
And I still say, it takes one to know one
Why do we keep wiping the tears?
To keep those fears away from reality?
Maybe, we can try new positions that hurt more than they pained
This distinction is getting me on
Busted by the very thing that turned me on
Well, it takes one to know one
You catch me at my every plothole
You know like it apoplectically
As I'm yours, in the best of temper
I love your soul, with a temperament so wrong
I love your body, with a permanence so right
It takes one to know one
Someday, I'll love every part of you
And all these illusions can intoxicate my conscious mind
Yet, I want you to stay with me in the moonlight
The ******* that felt tight, loosened up at the right touch
Swell up at the sudden death of a relationship
That's how I break up with someone
It takes one to know one, to understand a compelling story

If you forget it
There is no was
It is the same old love
Unchanged

It's actually pretty intense
You aren't watching the sun
You are looking at the world
Spin and unwhirl
Hurling itself to coalesce
With the night breeze
Squaring itself on the hot shore

The day ending at the sultry note
Of different beginnings
Each dawn
Day into dusk
Evening into night
The cycles move by blue beachfronts

Every sunset

The truth is fire
The lies and water burn out my ire
You say things that aren't forgettable
The untruths I forget
As you look so cute
Being uncouth and all
My dead legs were fit in ripped denim
The pockets were hanging out
I said we should hang out
You lit a smoke and lay yet again
As I prowled that face of yours
It is so fair and truthful at first
I realize that lies aren't bad
The truth is just ugly
As it takes us all and engulfs
I didn't want yours
Neither do I care
About "true love"
I know it "waits"

When I had butterflies in my stomach
I was sure it was made up
Like a monster in my head

When I had pixies in my hair
I was sure it was made up
Like a nightmare in bed

Now our love has turned
Moth-eaten and indigo by bruising
And I wonder if dreams ever come true

Or are they made up
Like a tapestry of insecurities
Like something I made up in my head

There's a dryness in my throat
When I think of you
My heart speaks out in quick pulses
Its just that the pain dulls it

Hear my breath get faster
As a calmness washes over me
You've got my knees weak
At the slightest teasing whisper

This longing has taken its toll now
And the poet inside has turned into a court jester
Keeping the humor alive
Stoking the fire, hopelessly

This begging has gone on too long now
I need you in my arms more than my heart does

The words of your love
Fly away like doves
I doubt the universe
Will write a book and demonstrate circles
You laugh like circling butterflies
When the sun goes down
Your laughter is the only miracle
In the night, you sleep and demons depart
As the angels remind you, "I want you a lot."
And remember my dreams
Where I synced with yours'
Your nature is like an azure stream flowing through my dark forest

Your dreams were mine
It had fairies and paternal Gods
A touch of starlight was the magic
The rainbows made circles
I was in love with a dream
When we were over
I realized I never had a lover
You had just wasted my time