There's a certain power
In being happy
And content
When others around you
Just don't care
About whether you live or die

Because it shows you give a ****
About yourself

I have twitched
And bewitched
Myself into a half-man and wolf of hamstrings made of heartstrings
Tearing out of the Vitruvian circle, livin' up in the absolute progressive ellipse
Brimming without you and within you, and escape the slips
Of whips and the crimson red of the lysergic chemicals

Looking at the rain
I saw the clouds a little foggier
Must have been my glasses

Seems like yesterday
Kept my life alive
For today's journal
Entry into tomorrow
I left days to waste after each other
I guess lazing is better than imagination
Dates bring back the memories
But days remind me of familial upbringing
Breaking plates  in your home
Is like breaking your heart in your soulless
Emotion
hope your feeling well

Hello poetry
Make the cut
In a world lost in time

Anger's driving me mad
And girl's driving me mad
I guess my girl is fire
Anger is my ire

The light will still be with you
When you read into the rustling reeds
The darkness of the ocean will drown out the reflection
There are plenty of fish in the sea

The magic of thousand fires
Burns bright
In the dark
A sight for sore eyes

Sleepless as I am
The nights keep me awake
Like magnets

Whenever I read
On the road
This plays peacefully in the background

My typewriter says hello
My cup is full of water and whiskey
My life is in ruins
Thoughts for your plentiful emotions
My emotions have run dry
Like the surface of the moon
My life is in ruins again
Like the hole shaped shadows on Mars too
You're a star in desolate universe
I am in a galaxy too far away
Bit by bit I can feel your heart
I let go of my fears as I see courage in your smile
Your disarming eyes put me to rest
A typewriter by my side
Full of soaked literature
My thoughts have now gone wry and rueful
And turned into a journey

Make your life an eloquent love letter that touches hearts
Your flesh a surreal metaphor that knows a loving touch
Your blood the persistent rhyme that cradles a generation
What flows through verse after verse are your lines

Make the verse as powerful as you can in your mind
Touch it with sensation and imagination
It is your poem after all, your celebration
Pour rain on the final line with a hint of persimmon

You shall live on in the hearts of men and women
With a kind of climactic end, that makes lovers sigh
It is your lines that makes the poem a powerful autumn
And your creative struggle relevant to the current generation

Make your flesh a love poem.

You make friends
When you believe in similar ideals
But, enemies are made
When you hold them up
That's why those who something to say
Make more foes than disciples

Poised is the night
Relaxed is the sultry tide
Sun is like a speck in the sky
Moon is like a pebble on the shore
One covered by horizon
And the other blanketed by the ocean
The skyline extends and she kisses my cheek
Trees rustle in the wind
And obstinate leaves fall hastily
Her kisses mean so much
Her body lies on the water and sand
Life's always a constant rush
But, the strands of her hair envelope my face
I get lost in her scent
It smells salty and like freedom
I have to free myself from such dreams
That make me laze in the sun as I look at her auburn skin
The sea breeze touches my lips

Come and be all I need
We can start afresh with no reason to be asleep
Fish in the seas are romantic too
If your eyes are blue, they'd have green like a river in which they move
My love, can I carve you
If I were a carpenter, I would take two years on thy foot
I would mortgage my soul to be carving next to you

Reddest lips often cherry wood, deserve more than this
As love is, I know it best like my first kiss
T'was when I scuttled for enamoring bliss
Eternity to search for you to treasure the last kiss
Your statue would cast a spell on me
I would be proudest to fill the grave, however
While you humbly grace the cathedral with looks unloved
As pleasant as love is
Releasing hate from existence is as necessary
Love its genial adversary
Our daughters will tear from the bark and spread resin

A machinist
Breaking his parts
Bringing his art
In lintel print

How did you find your place
Home in this city
With so many streets
To roam

The guy does his part
In the bleeding lady
Sizes them in comeuppance

You're a builder
Here I am a stone
Add your bricks, to my destitute lady

The road was winding it was something it never had
Love like a pedestrian came across telling me to leave fads and clads of Harlem Renaissance
Clutches of the evening cars were watching the scenery like the emollient evening sanctity
Clasps of the automobiles catching the stars too lost to fall from the cliff of subliminal fantasy
Gladly, I'm clapping forward untoward tomorrow is today
The story never ends, as long as it has a road and changes like flat tires like fickle women
Bouldered on the broken arrows of Cupid's quiver, stealing a glance across her shoulder
Changing the tears into wine, changing gears from behind such is the work of backstreet bromance
Street romance is full of plastic love, polluting the heart and the road too
The road was killing me and you, like a Scotsman in his kilt singing from hailing hills elegies
Snowstorms  and memories of lonesomeness grow cold when love brings the luminous light to the numinous ones
I wake up after all these dreams are put to a conclusion with drugs
Dinner sleep comes after afternoon, noon lies with the dawn
Drugs dawn on me, and it's already dinner
I've slept in the anarchy and chaos, afraid of my own thoughts
Sleep comes like a pacing sea, which you can hear in the darling darkness
Puerile cries, mewling, and puking follows life, or it can
I'm unsure and that makes me confused with sickness

We miss you
The morning after every day
The breakfast isn't at the table, you were a friend
A brother to me
You brought me confidence
Though you pushed me around
And away
Although thinking it was the end
If you say I'm short
How come you're tall Marco
You tell me I'm a friend, Hermanos, Spanish are thin
Although I did feel a little skinny instead
This is a poem about a brother and his fated end

Is he coming home too soon
Oh, brother, you left with no doubts
Somehow in letters, I want your hand
Too bad the other Germans they want your name
A psalm reassuring father will get better will do the deed
Indeed, you are quite sly
You died on the battlefield
Without me

And you'll be coming home too soon
As the soldiers draw out
You'll be coming home too soon
I've never had anyone quite like you in the family
We're married and mark it as the page to our dead

There is a continuity
In this curated knowledge we have
Make the right conclusions
Live numbered days
Live long enough to make sense of the universe
The stars are what we strive for
Black holes or this definitive knowledge
Celestial order where there are both motions
And duality, where do we find the end of these processes
To the third stone from the Sun
Many of the phenomena that exist in this expanding astute universe
Will make your wildest imaginations seem tame

In the middle of the night Mary called me
She told me something scary
She told me children were crying on the telly
I switched the ***** on and saw them happy as they can be
I asked what was happening and why
She told me when the President says good bye
To the military literally
This I didn’t believe really
I told her if I feel teased
Then you aren’t one of the saints Mary
And Jesus is a member of Judas Priest
She told me to be wary of my tongue
And dismissed my humour as rogue
I told her with her predictions you’re gonna land on the cover of Vogue
Making yourself obsure and vague in your rage
This isn’t the age
Takes a real calling
Shines like the crystal chandelier on the ceiling
You might think you’re healing
But to me you’re just appealing
What about the programmes that are getting repealed
I gonna get your glass onion peeled
And your dreams sealed in
To keep the world screaming from sin
But you should have reserved the musical act
For a redact of your Biblical tact
The Rolling Stones have lost their sheen
And Pop made Lennon pretty mean
You’re old and ironically it’ll take you time to understand what you’ve seen
And how the relationship between God and Jesus had been
Because the humans suffer war
From religion and logic kept afar
Time has found a way heal
But you have help find a way to stop the rogue wheel
Of cruelty and vain realty
To save us from the Bible’s promise of eternity
Because you and me believe in reality
What will happen will happen
As ties deepen
As the tears keep seeping
Through the walls keeping us interminably apart
So please let the dying ideals peacefully depart
And keep away the evil respite
And help us unite

Caramel cupcake
Made in salted ovens
For the black and sweet

Your coat of cupboards, armchairs
Roccoco and coquettish cupping the wrong coup
We could be disguised as bloodstreams

                                                                       left some streams, to come upon some this up

I will turn your
Destiny into plaster
When you find
Your servant is your master
You will be sculpted
By my hands and fingers
Painted lips of murmurs
The silence is almost colorful
Surely you will be a statue
A cruel work in a kind world
Made of alabaster
Wrapped around my finger

I walk through the Savannah
I've learned to crawl
To hunt and at my prey I gnaw

My stomach's bursting with 20 kilos
My thirst is quenched with 5 gallons of water
My fate away from nature's gallows

But when I think of you
My mouth gets back its piquant affinity as if I can still eat
My throat gets dry because of your charms and heat

Your love brings a sense of emptiness
And your *** brings back the youthful craziness

Going against the flow of information
I found
More knowledge about my formation

Ghostwriters live with through the past
Times in crisis
You can rely on a shoe
A horse, where you lay your berries and doubts
With a capacity
Where do you go with fruits of a French painting
In a stolen
Forged solution
You're trapped
But you can get out there is a fine line of apocryphal doubt
But, with the setee straightened out
With the bow tie kept in your box
With no bone or war buckled on shoulders
There would be no narrative
An opportunity to get enraptured by the essence of something personal
With an ego is as dissociated
With a fresh feeling in blue tweaks of watered bushes
In the cold roses and the peaches
In the present day
Of the sycophant
The colourful mind
With a road behind him to keep enchanted
By its presence
With the years behind
The longest conversation I had with myself
I just thought someone read and knows
The end

The days go by
When I do not stop
A single second to think about
The last time we met
In July

So that once we
Reverse
Time
Time is on our side

I know the trees provide the shade
I know that the birds leave their cage
Her memory is like the warmth of the sun
A look from her I can only crave

She offered me a cup of tea on a cold day
I know the liquid is meant to quench my thirst
I know love is the medicine
For the hunger that shall never fade

Get out of my inorganic hand
Get on with your organic life
I can't keep holding on to your tears and talent for eclipses
Ambition and dreams
Wild living and dull death has strayed from its highways
We are holding on to your distant dream oh loved ones
Unknown thoughts linger and follow you in the machine heart on wheels

Twisted at the seams
Are frills of her gowns
Keeping apart the reams
And papers that are seemingly pronounced
Are the times that are shifting
With each installation of a new
program
But somehow
I cannot have a woman
Who takes to equality
Like the change in ideals
Closer to the heels
Of drinkers
And bellied-bikers
Seemingly hooked to the
Vapid *****
Of the bar scene
Usually, I find myself
Talking to strangers
Irrespective
Of their faces
I take their number
Not judging the *** off ways
Realizing oft'
The womanhood
In the sultriness
Of the womanly

Is it ok
To be stuck
On you
Like a petal
On a flower
Like a leaf
On a tree
Sometimes
I shudder in the
Breeze
Your lips
Weakens my knees
Your hips
Stop gravity
You are the medicine
I need
To be ok
Even when
I cannot stand
For myself
So I look
Into your eyes
And ask you
Is this the end
Or the beginning of it

Master Of
Baroque
Penniless
Architecture
The stones of walls
Compliment the gems
Of darling
Buds
That looks like curves
Of orchestrated opaque
Translucent Textures
Marble is beautiful
Even in it's
Clearness
But the
Human
Loves
Marbles mildly
Wet amidst cells of
Cream colored columns

When hope stirs your soul
Keeping writing the words
In that turbulence
That makes your acquaintances
Bearable
And your friends
Closer, cuddling next you
And the best friends
Sit next to you and
Talk about you
Memories
Slip under the skin
Like musical sheets full of
Musical scales
With a key
You can play the melody

The future cannot be decided
In countless days, I have never met anyone
With the ability to predict what love brings
Yet, when I hear the music of life
And the melody of nature
I seem to know harmony, beforehand
That is why the Earth circles the Sun forever
And without music, life would be a mistake
On this blue planet with a panoramic view of the sky
I cannot help recalling the etude of being with you
As I measure my life out in spoonfuls of sugar
With tea and biscuits, all taken black and sweet

The leaves are playing
This autumn
My heart plays a tune
It's you

Light's left the darkness
Leaving only brightness
Like a candle in the wind

I wait for his immediate return
He sleeps all the time
I crash into his ****** mystery

You and I must go
The time can stay
Blossoming like a wildflower, in the month of aged wine and May
Eternity in an hour, if you may
Treading a path of tears, the midterm naysayer appears in the scintillating imago
The condition of the human, ich mir kind spirit closes on the broken girl
People don't play with knives, they toy around the possibilities of ******
Toys of the occult and ocular visionary, a legionary in the reprise
My soul has lost its appetite, but, has a pang of hunger in someone's demise

I seek comfort
In my regular life
From memories so alive

Places that seem
Nostalgic in your head
Still exist

I bring the cabs on sunny shores
And hail the Gods
When they bring rain
For us flowers on the streets
Waiting to blossom with love
When I saw your heart full and arms fulfilling
My silence was the spoken litany of a dying hatred
Tu prends l'taxi
You still take the yellow car back home
I hope you carry our memories in a movie theatre too
Memories are all I have of these days
Better aren't they now, without you?
Comment aller vous?

She was a beautiful girl
With britches on her knee
And stitches that cut face deep
When we turned highways
We found our reflection
Of true visage in the car mirrors
And death in the rear view
Life flashed in front our eyes
Clothes didn't matter
Verbatim, I could recite her favourite poem
That was true beauty
The ephemeral nature of memories
And people too
Memories are all that live

The way you laugh tonight
Is melodious as the birds singing
The way you smile tonight
Pulls me towards you like the moon to the tide

Your ways are magic in their own right
I slip into daydreams and burn in my desires

My words died soon
With the clouds of doubt and foggy memory
In it submerged was a polished car
I kicked the tire as I wallowed in the mire again