I wish I could take a part
Of your mind
And make it my whole being

As your love could fill my heart
The oceans would
Find that they were empty

I wish he was softer
But he was lonelier than harsh
He went through rough roads
Yet, there remained a jewel
Or was it the morning dew
That finally fooled me too
I thought he was softer
But he was crippled inside

I imagine I was a wearier man
He made me feel comfortable
Even in his absence
I seek his cure
Is this how presence is
Or friends are like this
Either way, I wish he was softer
But, he wanted more

I wish you were near me
In ways that bring my soul
To see clearly that
It is easier than reaching the destiny
To have you close to my arms

I wish you
Were near me
To make love to me
Hear my beating heart
As often the stars twinkle above me

I wish you were near me
As close as we are to
Reaching Mars
I hope we get there together, tonight
And build civilization

This one thing
I love about you
Is easier to tell you
Then to hold the love in
Believe me, that's true
Indeed
I wish you were near me

The day was cold
As hell
It was 9 o' clock
I think
You were in your sweater
I was loaded with 3 layers
When we hugged, my insides became cold
Because I knew you got
Your love
And warmth
From someone else

When I see streets of life
In the streetlights of strife
It cuts me like a knife
To see I've much more to go
Than to grow
Realizing life works in the opposite way
At end
I find myself
Growing more
Than the work done behind
In many ways
The modern lanterns
Amidst motel lintels
Seem rather mellow
At first glance
My lady seems ravishing
But the smell of her...
I'll put my life's work
Into a concordant
The frets raise the pitch
Somehow I'm fretting
With my doubts
In life's pitch

If you believe
In yourself
Flip a coin

Stay out of jail
If it says heads
You're dead

If it says tails
You have made it
You made bail

Flip the coin again
Because the world don't give chances to cons
Jail is safe

Rights of a criminal
Is in the perception of time
Of the committed crime

Well I am severely breathless
I need to hang on tight
A poisonous headache
A strange disguise on the roadside
I have been waiting a long time
To honor your memories and taste
That's all I can do
When the chaos settles
And neurosis goes
My breath steals a heartbeat
As I skip one when you kiss me
With a jealous eye and venom
If I protest vehemently
Your thinking isn't straight when you kiss me
Giving me a pernicious disease
Called love and theft
So, deftly the envy is hidden
You seem innocent and at ease in your compliments
I wish I could lay in your ladylike arms
Such ardor comes with some suicide
I have a fleeting armor that weakens
As you wizen and shrivel with each day
The days get worldlier and the flowers wither
Maybe, bouquets aren't meant for you
Or the taste of your embrace
Is now jealous of my youth and fire
If I was any younger the days would be silent
Be quite my love
And you can hear the seconds whizz by
As you pass the dawn letting me drown
In the last skies of dazzling nights
Some men look for clarity
Some look for simplicity
I am just hanging on
With no oxygen in my throat
All I hear is the water in my lungs
The picking at my bones
As my bones rattle out of curiosity
Yearning for your flesh

Have no pillow
I take my heart in a coroner
Report
Leave my tools on the gold mine
Fools can take my fold
Sting my ray
Lark my lackey and strike my bow
I need come and take me away
Live in the east wind and lasso my west wind
Keep my odious gold here and there
Ladle on the minor Asian, and Odoriferous gold
Report
My mortared soul
Take my breath away, with lava lamps
I'm just here in the right fast lane
I need a deluge, a guy needs a space
My ghoul, my Tokyo dream, breathlag
Jetlag

White as snow
Gotta say you look a little
Fair even for War
Blitzkrieg offence rushed
like the reflection
Of your childhood in an iceman
Killed in seconds
By the hidden bombs
Semaphoring stopping projectile snowballs
Well your snowman
Got the twigs right
There's a fire burning
In the forest
Crying for your presence
But you'll never become
Because you've sold those quaint feelings
For a life of killing
I suppose the blood in the snow
Looks bloodier than the wine
Celebrating your victorious
Feeling stentorious yet
'Cause your iceman
Was never loved by me
Your fellow blue-eyed brother
But the look in your eyes
Gave away the lies
Of your innocent price
For the worst winter
Fair-Weather Friend

You really need a clasp
On the fair-headed looking for the essence of rain
Or you risk gasping for air
The knaidel startled me when I shared by numnahs
With the sensory deprivation that looked like the amnesiac
Running to pay the rent for my books
A young girl helped me sincerely and she was dead
In the library, who kept forgetting as they were trying to keep the books again
Curating each memory
Clasping the candle in the dark
We are finding love in the dancer of the dark
Maybe, we might want to leave the impression of dark people to a thousand stolid poles of lights bequeathed to the poor with their cold quilt

When the Lord closes
A door, he opens a window
So, that you can jump out of it

Dreams are
Made of sorrowful
Days full of promise

If I wrote my words
In blood
Would it be in vein

A woman
A thinker
An artist
All bundled up into Nirvana
We all call false on peace, and nuclear war clarions

The glass breaks in supernatural moment
The boredom turns into a simple verdict
That you get possessed by life or by the ghosts of your
Past
Learn to feel good in front of the mirror
I miss my old friends, but not how it ended
First persons that ever broke my heart
Were reluctant individuals who never for this special advice
Coming from a person with creativity
And no knowledge of making the right decision
Music is just a superpower

If you think the truth is nice
Then you might be exchanging too many
Pleasantries without even knowing it

The unnatural
Is natural too
Like a surprise hug.
"Who are you?"
"I'm a poet."
"I don't mean what you do."
"I'm a poet, I told you that already."
When he said I love you
I knew his name finally

I've got an hourglass of time
And people I've hurt
Countless as the sand in it
I've got a broken heart
Full of regret and pain
But you don't care
Once more, I stab the wound
That was once a person
A memory that I drank away
On a cold night
A memory burned out
Leaving cold ash
As countless as the sand
In my hourglass of time

Has the kindness of others
Ever helped you walk a step more
When you gasped for your last breath
As a blade came closer to your neck

When you were in the depths of vengeance
Did the inner turmoil vanish with a kiss
Or was it a breeze on a solitary evening
That made you hold back the tears

It is in the crumpled leaves beneath our feet
As countless trees die, year after year
Left barren by the fires and seasons
That give us comfort when we're alone

He never learned to accept
A cold man who lost his love
Wounded by silence, helpless by the truth

It is frightening
So, I say don't give in to the inner critic
Spend it praying tomorrow

Love can be beautiful
Accept it
The heart needs direction

The heart is foolish
It just loves
Give it a brain to rely on

What once made up the moments
That brought us so much joy
Become a blur
And no one is to blame for that

Just accept you were wrong

I just realized
And thanked God,
I wasn't the only one
Godless shores all is one
One is all

I just realized
This is broken poetry
Meant for broken hearts
Shooting out arrows, direct and steadfast

Fast life catch a fight
Laughter in the madcap, you're holding
Us hostage, to your contagious humor
Nocturne blonde, hold me in your humoring lies

The bliss of black and blonde
Choosing peace over positive thinking

There is nothing between us
Since we are
Together, forever

We lay sprawling on the chairs
The light hung from the ceiling as the stars do
Spending the night at the museum
We saw the dead and their skeletons crawl

Soon their impatient breaths turned insidious
I talk about the dead workmen with rotten breath
And the lively crows going to another country
We were stuck in the museum past sunset

Yes, we have work to do before we die
We have to tell the truth and live a lie
Stay back and earn our share
For no one else does care

If we love our life too much

The steel lights were somewhat like a diner's candle
Half lit
Warmed by the black and bliss
The blue stamps rang on the fluorescent dandelion
The blue of the moon didn't hide any of its flame and flight
Half knit
Teeming with swarms of armed forces looking for Vietnam, belligerently
The sultry forests, are we even burning trees?
What is going on?

I getting for the world, ready of the droll
The time-traveling honors never flowed

The feet on your flannel and the drink's in a smiling cup
Of seminal poetry, and the frisky stations that keep your cuckoo rockin'

In my present state of mind in the frame of the dogma
The dogs of the militants and edicts of the enemy
Listing your killings like the million operations
Like a speck of dust in the billions

The thousands waste and die and roll in the deep
Making my feet crawl in underwood for the dance
In the floor of the stop and the eighteen run-outs
And drive-ins could n't the flops and shows that sheet curled

Of the bar that was dry, saying this will be the day that I bite
Look if this ***** won't feel
Like the records on the old store shelf, reading these books is like music

The feelings so unusual, and the years are so beautiful
Will you get older with the seams on your face which smile when
Being at the broken edges seems right, I just about cut enough about

How cute you look when you are mine, in this plasticine face
Pinch of dust and light as leaves and the weather
Light as a feather, the discord, and the beat goes on
On a dethrones, the kings of their station of kings so cross

Turning around a creamy ******, coming *******
With a hot fever and this unusual day will be when I die
Living beyond my dignity, and the price and the rights I print
According to my name, to fund it in vain and funnel it out
Of luck and stunted growth and the shortness has got me in the breath

I met a traveler
Form a game that can't feel
Maze lives in the belladonna leaves
Icarus turn those wings into rust, gold my ashes, my medical soul on my broken boulder
It's so tough to be a better person, like a world-less prisoner
He' my life, oh ye my breath take lazy life, got your head on a dinner on the spirited dinner
He needs a talk, for a typewriter
my life caught on to you like a pushy burrow
Childish dreams left in the grateful lackadaisical
With the bone, breaking with anticipation
,left with mad lake and the angel singer
I end a badge to marker my badge oh wise sinner
With orgiastic life, within the graces of molasses that malice
Novena, we art thou in the Garrett in the chalice
If you take me on a holiday on the sun
If you are breath, take my life away
In kindness as gesture, is frenzy and the freak that reasons
The lad that takes our pries away, and our judged prairies
The laughter takes the ostensible mad cap, in the praises of June and July, April's frugal rage and jejune nature
often the hen and the cage go away together, as we live in the setting sun of the rooster day,
We need you to fight this right, where halycon coniferous trees tease the bullish flags, in the wasted landslide
Take my breath,  toast my roses and my your tassle for my gown
And the glasses on the Mildred, chicken, toad, gully boy when we fell in love with a pastor
I search for gist
I find your head in the list
What's you number on coffee town, and the gestalt of the grocery roses
I love, I loved my hips to marry your handles
The plumber said war is hell on the falling doltish to the emanates scent with nature
I'd w03space
I want your festering war, not your love I want your litter
I want the sun, but you got the iridescent garrisoned moon in your eyes instead
I like the rain, to hide the clouds
A simple heart to warm the clouds
A thunderous clap to start the rage, Harrison the ark
The years of twenty slaves
Brought rage
Often his life will be taken, and take hath will
Portage him in leeches
Beseeches to turn into an earthworm, some parts still made
Us so ugly, but, so evil
us so beat, laughter turned endlessly ugly
Your so hello together, in the farewell of Novembers of rain, there is the year of the Marks, the coin of Allegiance
Brought down the heart of the JD Town
I really never, take the path that lead
The speak wilting flowers, friends that fall with the start of gully pads
Deli pads, that Galahad brought on boughs and stare
Here and there
Stare and stone roses, stony ******* turned to red earth
Take my rain, Singing rain burn my world's fire
My hearts bleeding to earth, but, my mind wants your flail thistle, whistle
Whistle, with the wind, resonant stars with the innocent picture

Peace is always, innocent picture is peace
The protest march laughs at the approval of consolation
Is your name a falling star,
is your mandrake root cat, hot innit roof your name in fallacy, and I can't have your name.
But, I want your toys in the yard.
Maya, In a torn nation good clothes are laying baby's than a cold lie in the heart of darkness.
If you leave your **** on, I want you to leave your hat hanging.
****

Fear washed away like a man
Like bread among the ghettos, ***** for the well-read
Dulcet tones ring for sinners washing their dilemmas
Fortified war?
War is born of trauma, challenged by hope

Somehow I remember
I tried to place
My weight on my friends
Kept them in the embers
Rather than the flames
Of cheer and camaraderie

That kept the revolution alive
The reggae fellas and the tanks alike
Following the beat
With the rhythm of a nation
And the hymn of a weekend's peace

A peaceful sleep on Sunday
'Cause we Christian still got school
Yo!

have any nice ideas
For our worker's in the ditch
Digging
Filling it's height
With the turmoil
Soil breaks his shoveling plight
I hope he makes through the stitch of time
Looks like he might make it through
I hope the lamp's giving you light
And oil's in the keeping
With your sight

The rebellious who molds with the trial of the represented class
Objection, I declare war in the crazed afternoon
Of understanding other's objections flashing presenting the case to the public enemy

The pact kept me
In the de facto love
In the de jure soul
In an inured state of penury

With my alluring hours with time, cut into and wrapped with vinyl vicious trimmings mummified in your dreams in the cool of the evening
Blithe, and I can’t speak it’s spooky iron fields cremated likes similar to telex and shout-outs from isthmuses, semaphoring to-and-fro
Keeps me company, with punctual accusations

Lights out at 7:09
At the right time
I come to you in many rhymes
Depends on how you look at your wine
As it's aged into
Skip into morning 7:09
The repose of yesterday's intoxication
Is in the form of a knife
And within those 12 hours, my doors were latched tight
My covers weren't warm, they were alright
The shoved cloth, that arrested the hands that were already tied
I died of medical causes, or maybe, I became blind
I'm haunted by the very thing that helps me sleep at night

I could call ghosts
Closer, yearning for youth
If they were afraid of affection
Machiavelli
Hey, they couldn't feel our love
For Raphael too
They couldn't paint white on our faces
Pale as the moonlight
Fearful of the darkness
In case it overshadows the sun
In the blindness
Which is a touch truant
Incurring divinity
Keeps us from our stars
And luck keeps us in ours
Luck, Celestial
Flows through the solar system

It's scalding
Souped up in a hanging *** in some far off veranda
Overseeing the noisy place it was an experiment
Arriving at the ruckus, the stranger looked at me
Spit at the ground, dusk's dustiness rose
Petrichor in my pin-up poster of India never seemed this incredibly serene
Leveling the looks with mine, the chaotic nostalgia reminded
Mirages in the air spoke beyond illusions that were an object of rumination
Arriving at the same destination in my book store, the freedom was real
The era was good, but, the biryani seemed tasteless
The bibulous raucous youth all gathered for the food
Majorities didn't like a big difference to us
We were ill-represented in the World too, and other similar instances
We'll not find a more familiar land where we can progress
Rejecting accusations and present in the excess of this universe
Freedom seems like too much responsibility

You left my heart naked
What the hell do I do?
It was stupid, I stopped loving you

My ghosts stopped chasing
They kept haunting your memory
It was stupid, I stopped loving you

You left my heart broken
Where do I go?
It was lovely, now you love someone

It has never been harder
To look as easy as a summer breeze
I stopped loving those things too

You hurt my joy
Took my sleep
Left a boy with no pride

I have nothing to love about you
What do I do?

Brushing and grazing the bullet
Right across the innocent face
Of the specious creature in the spirit
Of the hunt
The sensible choice is leaving the immortal race
Of humanity
Tough choices and taking me back by the Haze
Of my old memories that keep telling us that move forward

The responsibility lies in the lazy
The wise lie among the senile
Cut off the entire pie
The sliced ear of the broken beggar
Simple alliteration told you that it was ******
So simple but so **** rare.

If you can dance
Let it come naturally
Just like kindness and love
Comes from the heart
So when you feel happy or affection
Share it with the world for a start
Dance on the streets of affliction and greed
Leave the sidewalks under the soles of your barefeet
That shall make all the difference
Between dreams and reality
If you need a reason to be passionate about being
BE YOURSELF

What are we if time cannot be measured other than by infinitesimally iridescent radiation be irrelevant?
As the people say we are bound just by the petulance of common life, and should not pursue higher ideals other than a plea for justice
Respect is earned by faithful people looking the dirt kicked in their face
It is better to be torturous to oneself than to seek logic for loving their flaws
Men judge more by the passage of hand by someone noble than impoverished farsightedness of a person with Dutch courage and Machiavellian results
You fall in a pretending game, and you find pretentious faces looking back at you
Wealth brings a drink, and drink if you must to lose yourself in poetry
For beatniks it became drugs, and the rashness brought them fame with a little spark of madness
I guess some of us are mad about the lunacy of this lacuna of neoteric tendencies
It could be art if you are obtuse enough to look beyond how modern politics has shaped the nature of stability
If you could be satisfied with the way you are going
Then, you might be on your way to the other end of the world
Where the political institutions are well-affirmed by their legislative decisions
While we look at hate has evolved, some of the proctors of hate of infecting our ideas beyond your comprehensive yet my colored knowledge of hatred is best shown in freedom in mindless
Yet, there is so much sadness on this planet in color
Paradise might as well be a dichotomy between photosensitivity
Like a motion picture where the title actually seems unctuous
With high octane, some poems do tend to get their questions well ordained
All of this is in my prior assessment

The king of pain
Fool in the rain
King of the hill
You burn like the chiming
In your sunny haiku
As Sunday turns into a weekly hiatus
Three word poem when will
You say love's the answer to your lonely
Forgotten weekend among the elk
As you ilk through forests dark and steep
The queen of bees could sting
The butterflies in your stomach
Laugh at the flowers in her hair
You have had her in a look
What it took was a bit of jewels
King of pain, now a fool in the rain
Suffers a broken heart like the others
A fool likes you too
You should marry her and find her
Instead of being stubborn

Life is a series of events
As sure as the sky is scattered light
The sketches of a landscape
May depict such beauty as Godly
This is what it is to be breathing
We are breathing
As sure as the seas have salt in them
When we stand on a coastline
We can feel the air rush
As blood travels the roads of corpuscles
The salt in the air
The salinity
Oh, how I long for thee
You are love
As sure as I am dreaming
About being free in the salty breeze

Rushing with the piece
Resting with the ease, of the meals
Hunger of the daydreams, and elation
Rush of blood to the body
Rushing into ravines into the edifice
Friable spice and the ravines, protean about my description
Repetition of the surreptitious, debate preaching
Pecunious, fidelity and high on life lying on my own
Each to his, one for his own, stress about the abortive
Imitative, about love being his stressful, hurtful for her
Free, and then shielding myself about it, hurting her
With defenses, maybe, going to cry broken fears through the ticking time

Our inner demons hide behind
The cracks that face forward
Seasoned by dungeons and darkness
They fill in the holes and cover up the crevices

Soon, my soul will be completely shattered
As your powerful glare becomes the last water drop
This ocean can take
And when the vessel of emotion breaks, it breaks

A butterfly flutters
Through the breeze
The wind healing its broken wings

Kirja parantaa
Kielletty mies ein mutti n
hyva prinsinn lääkehoito kirjoitti

My words
Your lips
Linger on mutually
So good our free boys are
I still wonder where the youngest kid is
Looking at you, pricelessly
God bless the child
God bless the children

Sweet kisses on a summer eve
It's too romantic
I can hardly breathe
Kiss me on the cheek
And I'll return it with just a peck
This Universe is meant for us
And we're just a fleck