A bassist
And a guitarist
They compete over who can get drunk more
The guitarist wins
So, the bassist says
"How do we play tomorrow?"
He replies
"I beat you. I get to play. Not you."

Well, I wake up
To the morning with dogs
Around my socks
Your mom is breaking the window locks

To let out the monkey from the zoo
In the afternoon
They are replacing it with a parrot that talks

So it doesn't fly out of here too
Come into my house
Ask for a flaming hot pie
The kitchen will delight the animals
You ask,"Who else lives here too?"

Keeping my feet
In socks
Made by animals

The very thing I keep avoiding
Told me to let it happen
It is an obligation

I chose to get lost in your eyes
There was a smidgen of dust
On your nose; my heart went numb
An ocean ushered in the sun rise

But love is a two way street
I wondered what would happen today
I shared a breathless sun set over the ocean
As noon subsided, you gently held me

I watched how you stayed a second more
As you flipped through the books
For the parts of the novel that caught your eye
The storm came as the ocean roared

Yet, this is our time
Or whatever is left, I gave to you
Like a song bird, I sang to the sky
The storm doesn't care that I am lost

Whatever is left is taken by time
Your entire beauty, mind, and affection
Are all lost to the cruelty of circumstance
Yet, as an ocean carries life, you carry immense love

Let us go then, you and I
When the evening is spread out against the sky
Like a patient sky of placidity
Let us all unite, in mosque and harems
The sibilant retreats
Of restless memories of countless nights
And sawdust restaurants in truant sales motels
With a sample of seashells on the oyster shore
Of rebarbative reason
To lead you to impending death
Oh, do not ask for she is frail
Let us, make our foray

To make a brighter day
The men talk of James Baldwin and Malcolm X

What do I do these days?
As I sway in a romantic way
I hear the yellow flower turn
I listen to the woods of the swamps slightly forlorn
The staircase points downward, I am lost
When the cars wheel by the pondering eyed strangers
The shores of oceans don't have legs
A soul hollow as the kind blue flower and fruit
Blossoms in the summer-youth which rots the skin to the shin, losing it's rind

It's a surprise to see
In your ashen coil under a sycamore tree
Where you have lost your lonely virility
Where is your heart these days, my child?
Lost in the vigil of the votive offerings of sunflowers
Till the next time
We will see as the tepid wind swells and boils
The effervescent water coolly blows into my eyes
As I sway in the straits of hasty affairs filmed and tinted in romantic lies, my faithful violet

In opportunity and benefit
Honest lovers are passionate
So, they share the moonlight and stumble forth
Onto endless opportunity and mirth

Truth shows after a while, so does nature
Turns after a while, ripe and mature
Then, what once was a peaceful affair
Becomes a burden, that's your love's future

For the world is only so beautiful
That another woman will deserve your youth
And the universe will not offer the love
You thought yourself entitled to once

Find what makes you gleeful and cherish it
For the day when you no longer are rich
The shared sunset you wished for will be lost soon
And regret of waiting on the dawn will leave you

The years went by
And the letter presented itself
Among many a person
In the community
From law to the police
He or She was known as L
Exposure to the case would result in a mistrial
Case getting handed to the Kira case
Was known to have connections with Kira
Till now it's just how it is between them
Obsequious as L was to Kira as always
There were some battles that had to be won
And I guess it was an inferno of self-destruction
For the series of Death Note animes that
Presented the book to its real form
Thank god for the bars to academically write this letter.
My resignation till the very end.

It makes life easier
If you walk on the wild side
Suburban subterranean, talking about him and his mild smile
Smile, if your is aching, or you crave the doubts company, and the answering machine

Similar souls are apart
Worlds are full of words
Connecting us like glances

Antediluvian animals believe
In the ark, gripping tight to the floor
Often, getting splinters in their paws
The hooves are behooved by the floods
Befuddled by God's idea of puddles

It was a freeze-out, we reflect on our glaciers and icy rivers
Our pride was dying and lives were alight, dreams are memories without prize

Get up, Stand up
Stand up for your rights
Don't believe the hype

Is it contagious
The doc' asks me
Apparently, I was investing myself in the brunt of the
AIDS outbreak, the 90s couldn't have been shorter

You can steal someone's
Trust and love
You can never steal their words
That caresses the condensation on windows
You may not like what I look like
Tall and black
You cannot change me however
So, get busy painting me any colour you like
During our one sided conversation

There is no heart
You just
Transcend your beliefs

Knocking you down
Brother, please
With a mallet and hammer
I do it in despair, not freedom from greed
There's a frown on your visage
On your face of wrinkles and disease
At ease, soldered soul
With my years on the sides of rivers
With handfuls of rice
People came begging
Let me tell you of a story
Allow me a spare moment of your time
With this rhyme
"A nickel for food is a dollar for two."
Came a beggar with a glistening smile
And exasperated sigh
Begging to help my family, he said
Helping the poor and feeding the needy, I said
I ignored his plea
Little did I know I was a piece of another
Person's puzzling responsibility
I offered to help the person who came across my travels
The poet who had pirated from nature
Only then I realized kindness didn't exist
And I had grown accustomed to stealing
I took glances at people in need and realize
One thing about poverty
I couldn't be that if I ever reached the vicious
The cycle of predators robbing people
In a meaning of good grief

I found love in a hopeless place
Finding stride to a worthless phrase

The difference between
Knowing and understanding
Is the apparent consequence

Trees grow vibrantly
Tied by the roots
I had an autograph
That was signed with
Your name and address
Standing right next to you
In my picture of a thousand words

Looking into the *** of literature
Eratosthenes, and getting some midnight wrong
Broken poems, killjoy, I'm in a mellow dram with my bearhugs
In the chugging lurid frescoes of the mind of a gregarious soul with lion's eyes and a wolf's soul, the warmth lit the Savannah
Seems like cold ice, thawed in the nasty weather, left with positivity
Emerson's rude bridge, on the point, on the road, *** or a livid ultimate cunning guy being the ******, kicking the dirt with the incomplete poetic lines, where souls find lost dreams on the end of passion steps, lost Conrad
Do they murmur as a poem which is one, unbeing and being
The poem reminds of a haiku
She once told you
Tea was taken black
Sweet and right, is white on the top
A soul in the heart of darkness find an accident in the heart of weakness of others, my lungs are paper trite on the road around this town
Bless the soul, it knows peace after we're long gone on the dry dirt, kicking up the darkness in dreaming of you
Fear in a handful of stardust in an ashen raging madman
If you could those poets in that lost poem

If you could read between the lines and keep the metaphors alive
Dying and slipping, sliding away away
Concordant lives of the passion of the Christmas, he lives with his Hagrid-like father
Strolling the empty nights, with the Christ in the amazing hodger,  roger in the soul love, and they share the same books
That's why they share different characters, and lines

The first family
Comes from their workshop of carpentry
The iron lady calls to her husband
Made in honor are these loaves
Of bread
A beaker of poisoned lead
You're the first love
The treasure trove of secrets
That lay foaming at the mouth
Covering the twinkle in your eyes

Swallowing the whole sun
The eyes envelope one's darkest night
The light could not be created on sallow skin
Escaping from the deity
Only an unkind look without velleity
A feature of true athletic build
A statue of such gilded nature
Where tenderness wears a crown
The sun may have no roots
Many truths can be told in those unfazed eyes
For the light shines and ripens fruits
For those with a future brighter than
The son of Zeus and Leto
Made from these pastoral tools
All of my love fails in your creation
If your ego isn't frail
All of my love passes through
And my spirit proceeds beyond thee
Here endeth the tale
As I am what I am
You are what you are
If I walk or run through life

The singed clothes
Keep the stains
In a homelier place
Close to my stars
Covered body
Of thy mother Earth
"Who's she?" said Tom, indeed
She was my birth
My rebirth
My courageous laughter
Peaceful mirth
Peace on Earth

Me shelter
My veil
These are things
put together well
Me shelves
Keeps the kettle called black
Coal fueling it's function
Apostate that I am

I'm different from the advertisements
I'm different from being able to check the diffident
I'm differently formed, coffered the affidavit
The defendant left me in a spell of the time that I had lost
Imbibing my guilt in the adequate alacrity, inevitable wasn't it
The loss of my sensible sagaciousness and I took it to curtsy for my childish grin
Smirks and lenience were standing upon at gaze, in the confused crowd
Only you, you were standing in the surface flowing with troughs of tridents of storms
Making choices beyond your gayness, and pristine condition was your choice of gentleness

Ideas are bulletproof
But prayers
Only promise God's shelter

Men are afraid of the light
When children
Are in fear of darkness

I may have brought some answers
But I haven't brought thoughts
That have the most authentic perspective

That's why for ideals for fruition
Take name
From a tree of appellation

The alligator
And I don't cross
The river together
But we lie in the same
Rolling stone
Gathering no moss

You've never given
Me reasons to stay
But, your love
Catches my eye like a star in the sky

The surprises come
When I'm lonely
Without your lovely
Face on my mind

When I look at the mirror
Your fingertips touch my softly
I wonder what touches my soul
Bringing my mind in focus

Your lovely presence
Must be a disguise

Hearing after
The seeds germinating
If you listen to these living things
The fire opens the door to fears
I've lost my steps, on the stairway of steps and falling stairs
Which one goes to life I wonder or do I have to climb
I'm lost, but, I go up falling out of the tree of life
Newton, apple?

All the other kids with the drugged up veins
Float above the water
Race against the tides and shores

Lick the sun
Feel the heat on your tongue
And the salt in your sweat
Burned bleach skin

You're blacker than a lung
Full of smoked cigarettes
And a gun to shoot your brain
Into a mindful of dreams

The sky rumbles and thunders
A man snores on the pavement
Oh how sinister
Dogs hide in their homes afraid
The orchestra is cancelled
The crowd came to see Wagner
And two river left a swirl
The rain never stops they say
It is playing a tune
The man finally wakes up
As if he is in a free concert
Like that time in Bangladesh
When the food was cheap plates of lentils
This rain looks rare
Maybe it says something
Listen, listen closely
The crowd has left
They came to listen to the conductor
Leaving with a symphony in their hearts
And rainbow drifting above
Like an isolated cello note hovering above
The rain starts again
It is a drizzle
The man goes to sleep again

A student
A boy
In disguise
As a ploy
For prudent behaviour
How long must be long enough
With starlight in his fingers
The sorcerer said he needed magic
He wasn't magical enough
If voices rang from Heaven
Such would be his Incantations
But, the master wanted a servant
Not an apprentice

The wind pressed its ears against the window
The prisoner of the house listened intently
To the howling outside
And the wind could hear the torrent of a broken heart
Emulating every impulse

And grass would be wiped from every meadow
Leaving only dust and rocks gathered neatly
With the protests growing wild
And the fire would break out in the town square
The crowd would pulsate with repulsion for the raging bulls

The prisoner of the house would keep his teapot
Neatly beside his teacups, cured meats, and salt shakers
Meticulously tidying his room till the clothes were piled
Into a single stack of leggings, pants, and blazers
The momentum of the mobs grew louder

Each fellow entered the street
In a slew of curses, and accompanying picketing folk
They were all holding scarecrows and burning cars
The whole town was dead and the hearts were on fire
The raging fire couldn't be tamed by the cold

Those imprisoned in their house
Had never seen such a fire
But they only heard the wind with intent ears
And carried on their daily tasks in lonely homes
And the fields were empty, and the streets were in tears

Such is her fair complexion
That colored eyes fall false compare to her inner reflections
Within each wing, one lies

The world is a colored place where the monogamous mix
Where women write about colorful costals
I call it la petite mort
And men are black enslaved and powerful in the Pentacostal
Love is monochrome
That can bridge twin wings
Where one rides the ocean rides
The other covets the blue skies in moorish lassitude
Life is childlike and monochromatic
No one waits for the last
Unless they reproduce cash
When will we leave
When will we leave
****, when will we leave money behind
Forever
Such is her complexion that money quantifies it

Fire's out
In the tree covers
No goods stolen
Only shade under trees
Still financed easily
And paper's weary
Burned out
Searching for ice caps
Head is in a thunderous dream
And blankets it's sleep in the blinding breeze
Even the paintings
With colluding creativity
When polity finds it's gravity
Like mockingbirds in the trees

Years go by
By the fears
The tears
Stream
Down
The cheeks
Dried by the shears
Of the wool
Placed
Over men's eyes
Blind
To Women
I find
My demeanor
Like the creator
Of all this beauty
The painter
Sits in my manor
These are the tenebrous
Feelings
Of being pecunious
Arduously
Surreal

Silent screams and rages
verse dreams and sarcastic sages
The row believes in the youth of middle aged men
All belittle the your heart when hoping your pang fear
And spring into delirium, and bright gold
Bright light makes heat light asking for you to kneel
In red and leaves of gold, I ask for company
In dead cyka soldiers, the dead of the night
Brings out the company, where you might want a piano key
Loosened, and a guitar string, tuned and pulled

Silent svelte girls all are on the shore
As you she shifts she hasselblad fought him ****
Tea, as the ballad of the hounddog
Go the round midnight, call me after life
GO here, and come back by her fingers girls
In her life, is white, there is blyke
Everyone has a Jekkyl Hyyde
She doesnt know who he she means
After the shindig of time, singing life
Keep it in her, she rights the wall, and rides the fences
She rides the friendly horses, I know you before friends have ***
Feel my living, light my love with food of life
Make me right wrong is the rife
Kaddish sits on the wrong her
Reflection of lapas lazuli and Meer
Urst auf von bon, werst worde gert
Someone took the art killed it with joy
Someone lifted her with the ploy
**** and feet tastes summer and winter tastes like sum
Feets and passerby, touch my *** please master
grace my pallor with your heat, and gush in the blood of the great hand
Slow dots and polka dance that enrichen the glib gleam of Arriana
If friends were enemies and enemies were friends, and friends were summers
The winters would leave with the lush green forests that smell grape and touch my dots and follow my valley
On a figged donkey sorry masturbator
I want you to ride the wind, with gully
I want you rise with the wind, and touch my langstromme with lakes of stowaways
I want you to leave with the wind I feel the wish that touches your heart
I want yin and yang, not love
I want your balance, and not your senses

The end is the beginning when the fire comes out of the blessed wind
The end is near, the tin can man fires the black and blue
The middleman has her hips in the red roses and the masks, and so Im here to **** you
In my whips and my black college wants your education
Education is near, and you are far and tresses of your hair
Egregious error, was to frame you and keep you in my heart
When I couldn't see the picture
Innocence is a true picture
I want you, I want you love me
I want gush virgins and rush astral stars that hearts cant keep
I want the rushed visions that allotropes the love keeps me lively
Me and Ann lively

If I could send an empty
Page, I would have to recall
Your life
It could appear on numerous leaflets
Like sun shade comely as none at all
Money banks and padlocks on her Hessian father's door
I escaped from his house to reach your doorstep
Only to leave with mobs
That's why my life is life to no one liberty at all
Living nor dead, I saw into the heart of the light
I had heart none, no words spoke
Before my mouth opened
With kisses you came into my life, and the crowd
Rabble roused
I don't want to be aroused without freedom to live for

Since when I was a kid
I never minded your hand in mine
Because no one had held me that tightly

Is it only I that sits alone
Waiting for the coming of the next bus
On a desolate stretch of road with no one
Among us, with only my thoughts to keep
Me company

Is it only my life that serves as a reminder
That I am truly at peace when I have no one
Beside me, in my arms, to talk to at
Midnight under the blankets at 3 am
In a haze of agony and bitterness

Maybe, it is only me
And I am with myself knowingly
Waiting for the road to end, and the bus will never
Arrive for a bystander like me, but the doors
Of a better life are open to the man looking for acceptance

I'm God's lonely man. And I need redemption.

The time that moves past
Future comes into focus
Memories are all I have
To remind me of the present

A burnt letter crackles
Inside it turns into blazing blackness
Perdition resembles the edges
The fire engorges the pages

I remember how the lassitude was
When I was young and full of worth
Law and order was never the same
The older I got the more I forgot

That time can be expressive
It is like a beautiful lady
That slips through your fingers
Even when it is as clear as water

Cars going through the streets
Running over the bridges
Taking turn to carry
Harsh feelings
Towards loved ones
In a funeral hearse
Like tombstone about to broken
Like a tone of grievance hinted
Right about the things about to be spoken

Bleeding God's light
Crucified during dark times
Bloodless red wine

I am Jesus
One with the world
Seeking kindness in every soul

Bread for the old
I bled for the blind faith
Three nails for Jesus of Nazareth

Follow me near
The Sun
Down the valley
Where sheep roam free

I am God's son, arose

My dad was
Always smart
But, never privileged
It was riches
He looked after
But, he took to educating
His son

When his wanted son asked for
"A guitar?"
He asked
"Does it make you rich."
The son replied
"No."
"But it makes my mother happy."
"It's bigger than you," he said
"How will I buy this?"
So my mother bought it
At his request
I play a song for him every now and then
Because that makes him happy
While my guitar gently weeps every time
I play for my mom
She loves every bit of me

Cezanne and Paul
Gauguin Lay in the same
Realm As Art's Avalanche

I will tell myself, in mutters
My prayers matter
Soon, my higher power shall sail away into a sawdust motel
Like a message in a bottle

This world is made of winners and losers
I have told myself I can't win
Yet, I always win because without winners
There are unrequited lovers

I tell myself that the leaves will stay on trees
When it is Autumn, I am proven wrong about my chances
I am an unrequited lover
I search for love in sawdust motels

The years pass by
You stay the same
In my heart

I can't think anymore
I don't want to spend my words
I love writing your face
In a prose of roses for your heart

Under the heat of the sun
I love drawing my hands
On the silhouette of your face
I presume how your hair floats

I can't keep writing
I need you beside me
So the bed leaves an impression
The weight of expectation dies on me

I can't live without inspiration
I need your words and admiration
Not my images of love
I am left with ashes of lust

Instead of making love to you
I make poetry out of you

You think heaven's fire
If you left
The funeral pyre, in one piece of stone

When a kid
Hoping for the height to touch the clouds
When a teenager
Hoping for just the sun's warmth amidst crowds
When an adult
Hoping for time at home makes your family proud
When an old venerable person
You realize you are
Too old to touch clouds
Until knowledge tells you that that desire lies in foggy mornings
Too old to look for sunshine
Until experience tells you there is nothing more beautiful than the sunset
Too old to keep your family intact
Until wisdom tells you each person goes their own way
When in death
Hoping to reach Heaven laying behind some star
In space, away from this Earthen abode