The war kept
Me in the ways
Of the world
The World
Kept me away
From my own
Memories
In the end
I was home
For the
Look
On my wife's unkempt face
In the 100 yard
Stare
Kept me shocked
Enough
Not ****
My cheating
Who I had learned
To love from a distance.

Crying in vain
It's a teenage flame
Never free again

I once thought you’d age like wine
At that time I knew it was going to be fine
You died
I learned that I cry
My heart went through too much wear and tear
Your life was already mine
Hoping we’ll be together again
Someday somewhere

Tied to your silken skin
I was obliged to be in sin
But you taught me love wouldn’t do me in
After I’d come back from work
We’d kiss
Always as far as I remember
Even when we were 20 years in

I remember your nervous ticks
I remember your style
As kept them within the four walls made of bricks
But towards the end you thought you’d die
If those walls would end up talking
I told you to love me and keep calm
Well those words
They felt like ice cream for the soul

Few months later we went for an outing
I thought it was safe
We went for coffee
Small steps for my only baby
But one day it happened
Something intercepted the intricate wiring of your astral body
That I had only touched once
I wouldn’t know if I had laid a finger on it twice

You felt it wasn’t worth living with your vice
Those were the old times
The conservative thoughts drove you to do the worst
Give into the nervousness
To squeeze the life out of you that was cursed

I don’t know whether you died of a weak heart or not
But I bet in your insanity you left me to rot

Sometimes in a disco
I find myself lost in the music
Immersed in the lyrics
Of the sounds
Like the wasps *******
from the nectar
Unaware of the pollen
Flower dances
In the love of creation
And nuance

It's funny
How love charms
Love is blind and also bleeds
I wanted a woman in my life
Turned out that life
Was both beautiful and difficult
When love came to town
And I was single

The sun and the moon
In the same sky, not left out
In the cold darkness

Are you the kind of person who loves romantic poetry?
Are you the kind of person who loves recessing parts of rhythmic *******?
I wondered when your question would come in the form of poetic thinking if the feeling felt off
Did the left-wing ascend your very soul, or were you intermittently aware of your mind's pleasure?
The same hand that jerks around that thought of progression?
Is this just a consideration, or I am willing to say love is timeless?
Are thoughts without ideals, or are we free from our own inhibitions?
Did the second line shock you, or we expect to question from the thoughtful viewing?
That descended into ****** thinking around some form of critical reasoning?
Then, you aren't like me

Love is great
Love is expensive
Because it isn't easy
To maintain
Like great treasure under blue depths of oceans

The cold hard floor
Is where all of us start
With no way up
We are lying in the dumps after all

Those of us who do manage
We get up, walk on
Brush the dust of our sleeves
Nursing our grazed hands, like a big cat licks it's wounds

Those who face life for the first time
Struggle to walk and stumble
Their feet go numb with every step
Because their legs, till now, were unused

Those who become used to the bottom
Take off their clothes and become naked
Again and again, showing an immaculate frame
Full of cuts and bruises because they are in love
With themselves

I love you
As much as a barrel of bread
A bushel of grapes
I love you
As much as I like talking about you
You are the car to my office
You leave my heart pounding
I love you
As much as I like that feeling
Of the visible changes
My silence speaks for itself

Heart as one, could we be honest with each other
Body as one, the body stops on free crusts of pizza
Soul as one, without pizazz telling us how to die with the triumphant
I ask you where do we add and make two?
Truth is a rudimentary thought, that lacks pretention, but, not imagination
Freedom gives us thorough doubts on war, but, brings peace to the children and rib-scares to adults
Adulation is panic in the livid dichotomy, do a little and there's entropy

I leave the crusts of the pizza, and that causes panic
Freedom of choice, kinda cheesy
Like all imaginative things, love is the flower let it grow

If I can respect you like I love ideas
I can conceptualize my defeat
And call it a concept that converses with inner passion
And pain is just a bough of cheap existence expensive as the taste of hashish
Perhaps we could certainly make do with merit and the Ides
Come to doorstep, march on my life and knock on door
Call me up fool from a brass phone booth, matrices
Trapped in the smoked police building we were unwary of the transient redness
Of her eyes brimming with such satisfaction, the many of the few features
All of my love in multitudes, my thoughts become a bit more than I can chew
Many for the few loveless ones

They gave me a job
I wondered what my fee
Or my role was
If it was worth leaving my dears
Or holding back my tears
The thing about breaking
Is you find more love in putting together
Yourself as you cry for help
And no one hears your call or desultory philippic
A blue frock and pearl necklace
Was enough to recover from the wound
Of falling in a loveless place

Its easy to say
That's you're in love
But's its difficult
I know you have fallen
Out of it
Completely
Its the sky that
Brings us thunder
And keeps the rain
In the eye of the storm
Like a boat in
The warm waters
Those waves are
Oh, so cold
After the torrents
Of broken clouds
Make their way down
We'll sail away into
The horizon

Time's in on my side
I can't get enough of the tridents, of the hour clock
Looks like the eternity is gonna be an hour now
Holding a bellicose rain in my palms, I know it's my own tears
These tears should haven't left my side, and out of reprieve
I can't keep feeling melancholy if the heartbeat skips at the sign of heat
These warm tears have remembered many of these memories
Journal of the black book, I don't know
I'm not sure if I can judge, the marching saints either
I find my sins in a cup of silver, gold's expensive ****
Flying like a trembling feather is giving me frickin' fever
I hope someone's catches on to my predicament, quickly...
Or I'll be hanging off the minute hand, like a sledgehammer
Bring on your best chances, with the possibilities
The lack of dreams make it my reality, that this must be a happy ending
In an hour's time, I might be your man in this beastly land

I love the way you tame the lions
Train them and send them fit
For a circus performance
You seem to know all the strings
Of love and example
You teach your kids tricks of the trade
A cry for help comes from the cage
No one calls foul
No one is lovelier than thou

The love lost
Can be gained
Through friendship

What's it gonna take
To keep you alive
How much can I take
Out of this goodbye

What's it gonna take
To make fall asleep
Rest assure that
The heat's in my ear
Keeping nibbling
Baby

Let's take a little time
Before we assume what we know
And decide that what we believe
Is right

We need to read between lines
In case we need be together
In the future
When we get older

We must scale these mountains
And hold the hands of the sun
But, we can't climb
Without trusting ourselves

I would trade the world to see you smile at me. And make me laugh, and we could share the world.

The notes you write, go to fire because I can't bear to have this distance.

I hope you have a good time
Good times, never lose you to time and tide
A man standing, or woman waiting
Can we find a balance, between two of these lovechildren
Waiting on the opposites sides of the floor, nobody moves
There's a water that crashes or takes the shape of teacups

Bumping into a girl named Destiny
After stumbling on pebbles across the ocean
Left me with false notions
Of love and its nuances
I reckoned the water will always be satiny
And love is a painting
For the souls  waning
And the Sun shall always set for us
In the West
Laying slumber to the endearing scenery
Laying memories to a peaceful rest
Funnily, the tides always had an affinity
For washing away writings on the sand
Realizing now,
God didn't bring the two of us together
On this colorful land
With utmost sincerity
Towards a God named Romance

Even though Destiny
You changed places
And left me at the mercy of my fate
I know the horizon is unanchorable
Similarly, I know I shall go looking for you again
In these treacherous waters
Even during hard-hitting rain
With inchoate courage
Even when I'm somnambulant
Dying within the Earth's recesses
Within time's everlasting edifice
I shall foolishly go looking for you again
Just to erase your pain

And in my hour of demise
I won't expect you at my burial
I easily surmise

Because I hoped to grasp what was destined
For us
In the firmament
Of this exemplary universe
And as the Sun rises
During day-break
Nevertheless, the same way
And my soul will rise
Ending its indignation
Brought by You
Not being bothered by the evanescing memory of
You

You make time stop for me
Because I don't need to
Run from the past,

You are the present time and my future that has gone past
I can spend the day watching the clouds
And counting the birds like dust in an hourglass

Soon, when we are old as starry nights
We may meet soon as birds do
At the thin line of the horizon of the peach skies

A boy blurts out something
It really isn't demeaning
But it is worth contemplating
An awkward pause
Thoughts linger
Uncertain of cause
Until cold silence leaves
Bringing warmth in the beginning
And talk of love ensues
Whilst loving, I’m still charming you

The flowers shift and sway
As the sun blazes
Letting the warm breeze color this scene
With your face close to mine

Every day seems longer than the last
A violent storm carries with it the past
There's pain in my heart
That gets lost in the locks of your hair

Sycamore Trees
Savior Birds
Flutter
Over
Me
I lay on the grass
With her plucked leaf
With the Autumn breeze
In my hair

In a distant girl with a distant look
There were words that she took
For granted, and untold were some things
Stories are made of these
Suspense is made of this
Tell us a story, little girl
We want a lovely evening ruined by your charm
We don't want you hurt your heart
Laughing at our usurious ways
Adopt or reject us
You cannot live without us
And if you love it
You cannot with it
Such are the rebellious wings of birds
In flight

My life
In my words
Best spoken
In someone
Else's voice
It's love's curse

He loves you
You love him
You should go to him
Because opportunity doesn't come knocking
Like a door-to-door salesman

When the sun brings the light after dawn
Your hair billows in the yellow sunshine and pale clouds
The stars light up a yawning night hid by the moon
If your smile were not lovely, I would be led aswoon
You are the only light I see in my dreams
That arises like dulcet tones of a lark to day
And sets like the blue tide on the bay

I'll search the towns
The sun is ours
Let us live
Like these are our last hours

Everyday I relive this time
I will never feel alive
I will never give up this fight
Like these are our last hours

As we are lost in them
Your tears come falling instead
The pain just ebbs
What was love has now left

It is the bleak month of March
Colder than most
Yellow smoke comes out of the lower city
Turns the corner as I look around for apple trees in bloom
O'er by the streets the curtains hide stains
Most of us are cannot bear to stare
As we find love and loss together
No matter the cost as is always hard to bear
Love is the only innocence I fear
How much I need to be loved!
I've turned to money, ****** and mere crisis
Should I push the moment to senility
What more tools do I possess
As we bunch our posessions and indecisions
Soon we will have no choice but merely the tragedy of guilt
Many can say goodbye with poignancy
If the loss of hope is a short dance
Let the flowers bloom before they wilt demurred
Then of to dance with death is to find their rightful place
****** rosebuds gather while ye' may
In the forests of nature's blossom
Many people cannot let their fate weave
As their end nears and hope will not relieve the troubled soul
The fine things of life shall clear the clouds of doubts
Life is celebrated as their mind plunders their false notions
Window panes are shuttered and prisoners motion from inside
My mind is cluttered as it reminds itself
Don't get too clever or proud
They claim fortune favors the first
Because when the love's dead
You can hear time's winged chariot hurry near
So does the insipid illness of worry
As we wait for hope and ask love to hurry
You'll see that anger if you look close
In my eyes of insidious intent
Where civilization retreats in a lurid murmur
As the music of my mind plays and dances
I ask myself if I dare to be free
If I profess my love and take chances
Then my doubts follow
And my observations and destiny wait
At the crossroads to take a different step
My misshapen head is full of thin hair
The Ballad of The Thin Man plays
As I tap on my thighs amidst banter
They say bring his head on a platter
It's no great matter to take the poison of indignation
As the bitter matters settles with a smile and a tip of the hat
If I resign myself to the muses of my mother
And the dogma of my brother and sister makes me small
'Twixt my first novel is thrown from the shelves of the town hall
Now my hat is worn out and so is my smile

The pallid expression on her absent face
Her fair skin has lost it's marble touch
She is prudent and prurient as her gaze
There is a youthful grace that I cannot judge
Must I comprehend, this alabaster?
Should I presume, the sculptor made an erroneous smudge?
In a park of tracks and pulverized people
Their faces clutch at her words
As they are left only with the epithets and hardly any details
My landlord pleads for rent as I reach upstairs
He wonders and wants to know more
Should I reply with mumbles?
It is a festering wound at my heart's core
That coagulates at my throat as I fumble
For there is no answer
There is no question
It is just to do or die without her
All of it can coalesce
If I give in to my fiery adolescence

Stealing my heart in a conversation
His fingertips played Chopin and painted passion
Because I knew how to live!

Transcending music with an arrow
He left me with quivering lips
Saying, this too shall pass

He stole what was mine
No despair anymore
Now I tell you, my bemusement

Should I continue the story
A broken soul- here's the great matter
I have no visitors in old age, a venerable maiden

Love has a time and place
Better to dream on the streets
Than to think upon the stars

I will stalk the high road, alone
Not take the youthful bend of woods
Through the looped ends of hills, stalking fortune
I shall watch the empty, mournful horizon
Life is but an empty nightmare
If you walk among oceans, day arising
If you can hear the slow, powerful verse
You will see that life's waters made slow, silent
With these small slumbers, the heart that listens
If I am striding, through love's blissful glisten
No great matter, more than possessed suns
Breathless across eloquent skies, golden
Like a bird unchanged, by the deep serene
Finding my love's hue, in lost marines of blue

Stuck in reverse
I hope to learn
Yearn for a place in this universe
Avidly evidently
Embraced
Oddly placed
Places of sunshine
The arboreal lights of night
Have something
In common
In the emotion they bring back
The place is the Universe
Quaintly made up a little isolated shack

Sending the love forward
Paying it back, in the
The way the socialism asked for a corporal
She loved him with a love untoward, that came from America
You can either hurt yourself or burn yourself, find fault with it
But, you will always learn from it, in the bebop that doesn't stop the motion of food and clothes in songs about buildings
Boy's with sobbing looks held by kiosks sending the semaphoring forward, with hope in we weren't going pop our madness during our cherry red wine sedation, holding up ******* and
A flag

Head on babe
Slowing my wait
Over to my place
How's the journey
I'm in a coffee house
Looking at the scenery
Of couples
Looking at each other eyes
Feels nice

You keep me company
When I'm asleep
In the morning
You give me reason
To laugh
When I'm yawning
You finish my sentences
When my thoughts become
Noisy

When life turns to dust
You're the rain that brings it up

The cold air
Blows through my
My love for the
Throne
Subject to exile
By the dishonest heir
Just tarry a while
And I'll find another
Minority in
Pejorative terms
Of Separating
Love
With Isolation

Some girls tie their hair
Others let it float over their shoulder
I love them all just the same
But, when you open yours
I fall in love again
The hours and hours spin, spin around

Give me your everything
When you love me
I know that smile is brighter than the sun
But, we're so far
That I haven't seen the light in a long time
You're all I've got in the endless dark

I love my wife
That's what I keep
Telling my girlfriend

Class of people
Freed by the chains of enemies
Burdened by the trust of friendship
There is no trusting a category of classless people
Real advice, listen to yourself
Because you are responsible for yourself
Not accountable to others
You have your life
She said
You have hobbies
She said
You don't have me
She said
You can't love someone else
She loved saying
But she never learned to say
Three words correctly

Fish aren't meant too climb
Monkeys aren't meant to swim
You read the first line right

The changing of your calculations
Wheeling with my emotions

The flowers are tired tonight
Breathless as the air around
A mix of moon dust and star light
A lunar eclipse comes out

The stars evade the clouds
With a sky so silent, I hear moonbeams
The wind beckons to the distant hounds
"It is his last night, run free."

Let's accept this moment
Where is the harmony
In those free from inner torment?
It is rare to be without fragility

As I shed my frayed clothes
My nature is laid naked for thy senses
I accept the highs and lows
Knowing the depths of my resilience