I met you in a summer dream
I met you in a summer place
In tomorrow's face, taking your eyes
Took your eyes from my heart, taking my arm away
Still, I don't know what to do with your heart, so I set you free
Turning you into a century

The person upstairs
Hasn't lost faith in you
He just comes downstairs
To put you on a level
You can jump from
And keeps doing that
Till you reach Heaven
That is Nirvana

I write poems
Best
Because
Nobody loves me

The years go by
The prison days stay
With your life
Like school in hind sight
Going to college
To write
Education sets you free
Like night owls
Giving exams

The mossy tiles
Keep the earthworms
Away from the sun
Aware of the sparging of seeds
Germinating out of the ground
Like sullen saplings

They said it was a category five
Thank god its roar
Turn into a category four
Laying waste to many a life
Wiping away the property
The Caribbean’s sign of liberty
From the mishap of Grenada in 1983
10 dead
They can still look ahead
But the thoughts keep going to Florida
But didn’t think Trump kept you in his thoughts did ya
Took you a while to get the evacuation through
As the political tensions grew
And Trump declared it as not good not good
The closest you can come to trifling is by saying that Irma isn’t the result of a good mood
But enough chitter chatter because there is an SOS on the rise
In such a situation climate deniers consider climate change to be the reason as their surmise
Rush Limbaugh cannot see the truth
Because his face is buried deep in the smoke that will pollute
Hurricane Irma I pray the woman in your name understands and leaves the children alone
Because there are no sins to atone for if they are orphaned and dead alone
They’ll be on the prowl for food and money and liquor and ending up appraising the days that are sunny
But funnily anyway they are because you business ******* have increased your influx of money from the disaster stricken many
Water, air trips you’ve been taking business studies from **** Cheney

Accusers write yellowed pages
Placing the hands of law
Above the human touch
Casting flaws
Aside
Life can be as such
A melodramatic tale of ******
But when it comes to yellow pages
Then most crimes stay indoors
In the life of rhymes
So when you write about ****
Don't ruin the poem
Take your time
Pen down experiences
Not the feelings
For which you are appealin'
Because the enemy will always run scot free
In a court full of friendlies
With the criminals of course
In Justice Kavanaugh

I am sick of beauty
I need you to bare
Your soul and be ugly
Without being beleaguered
So do your duty
Start looking *****
As the guys want your phone
To call their mother
Because you have the heart
Go and get the right guy
Who treats you like he treats
His mom, must be proud of you
So unfortunate, but perfect

If I could
Run from problems
I would choose to walk away

If I could
Escape from fear
I would choose to face the music

If I could
Run from problems
I would choose to face them with you

Norman grew a beard
For old times
Sake, salacious in every respect.

Some places
Are diamond
In the lightning of the storm
My boat is hijacked
God won't leave me alone
Some waves give me hard times
The hail leaves a chill in my bones
My memory is awash
By the storm that came from North

Love is an open door
As a movie once said
But, to me love can mean
Many things which are
Tossed photographs, crumpled petals, voice notes, forgotten evenings of petrichor
Sometimes it is waiting at a locked door
That you find true love
The rest that comes later
Turns to nostalgia

busy days
busy faces
Something lost between
The traces and remnants
Of yesterday

It's not a sign board that says
"Go away"
That is a mark of a silent prayer

It is the act of giving the poor a place to stay
When your pockets are empty
And you live in a house of despair

It's not tear gas on the streets
Or hostile stares to the cops
That is a mark of a silent plea

It is the act of kindness that takes heart
When the world hates you and is against you
And takes up it's arms

Singing in the dead night
Keepin the flight
Of the wasted time
Seems like the mine
Of gold
Never shines
Unless a golden raven
Flying across the red moon
Feels free across the dark blue

We shared the nights under the moon
Our beauty was spent
Soon we would yearn like fools
Time burns like an essence

Like a bird, she took to the skies
She would circle the stars and skyline
But she wanted to light the fire
I wish I was alive

Art and poetry flow through her
My heart is filled forever
But there is the promise of memory
That lurks behind, to end this reverie

Then, the trees will await her return
Lush with green orchards
This bird has flown
My love wasn’t enough

The sun is beautiful
To not care means
You simply know that

I ain't got nothing to do
On this pale afternoon
Just to sit and write you line
Maybe I'll open a cold soda
Think of memories and hold 'em
Hell, it's been a long time
I reckon you are doing well
I may not read about you
But that's alright
I suppose the way you faced me
In my bed
When I'm soulless and losing my head
I can't get next to you
I reckon you are doing well
Little homesick
But, that will pass
I reckon you are doing well
May is lonesome without you
In summer
With the whispers of love becoming unheard
Now my heart tries find you
Like the blues
Confused about what it really needs
The truth of the matter
All I need is to get to you

I'm stuck
Please get me out
I like living with my sons
And daughters in magazines
Please release my terse rhimes
In the clutched dust of dusky hands
These days look like blaring dreams
I might die in the connoted fires
Looks like I'll stick myself with icicles
Ad veritas to my journey
Quote greats, and veritably drink wine
On the rose minds of hysterical naked souls' bliss
In this merriment of nubile nights existing in a tinsel town
We are dreaming up Kansas from the broken covenants
I'm stuck with bullish promises
Show me you care for my truancy and lurid face
Probably fondling your hands, and cupping steam
In your spectacles of crystal haze, limericks in your case
Studied by pianos reminiscent of sleigh bells and bobsleds
Hanging lights of ebony and ivory in the cars of piano men
Slowing dancing in the burning loops of tropical Capricorn
Morning sunrise haikus cold as November, sorta' short like Indian winters

Nowhere found
Engaged In realistic
Activity
Impoverished
By circumstance
Ploys are example
Of the politicians lies
In their whites
Uneducated
By the degree
Know idea
Of the degree of misery
Caused by greed

My lover
It's now or never
If you are a cheater

So, I ask myself
The trees cast lonely shadows
The fish stay in the seas only

So, why should I stay
If you keep leaving
Thinking next time is forever

Blue pain
Silver rain
Window stains
Near the wolfs bane

We are part
Of the same game
Sprouting like flowers
Numbed by desire

I've opened myself
To the possibility
That love exists
Yet I don't want to rock this boat
Nor awaken this sleeping giant

Literature takes a special place in the mind.
Where you can keep practicing reliving mysteries.
Celebrating adventure.
And preserve the childish imagination.

In the form of an enigma.
Where experience meets experience.
Where reality and dreams can coexist.
And there is a thin veneer that separates us all.

Opinion and fact are the same in a work of fiction.
Such is the nature of our perception.
Different from one another.
Existing in all in individual form, immersed in words.

The essence of literature is to rebuild the soul.
And tear the intellectual apart.
By introducing.
Love, peace, and spiritual communion.

In a forest of blue lakes and green shrubs
Finding a rose is simple
And we don't mind getting stung by a bee
Such is the beauty of an ecosystem that has little lilies

If you like flowers, you will love the green leaves
On the trees that are in ample amounts
As long as you don't mind getting kicked by a deer
Such is the magnificence of the rainforest

Imagine that forest offered flowers for your hair
Would you mind if she cried once in a while
As long as you don't have to wipe her tears, right?
Such is the innocence of human nature, let us appreciate it

The moles in the compound
Correspond to the number of
Particles, that counts as composition
The voles come out of the center
Digging tunnels for their escape
Particulars, that counts as composition
Of a couple of tied tenebrous lackeys in prison

I drove all the way
Out here on an empty highway

Should I keep going
Or stay with the rust-colored sky

I'm not sure
But, I sure love the horizon's shine

The eclipse on the cacti
A bit of light colors the reptile

I know behind the blue sky
There's a diamond mine

But, a bit of dust never hurt anybody
So, I stay back searching for the oasis of my life
With many miles in sight
With many miles in sight

Before I sleep.

Unwrapped box of food
Lay on the stable
Laid out carpet for your writing

She likes hugging me
She climbs me like the Eiffel tower
And saying "I love you."

This is
A poem
Now

Rest comes easy
But work comes
With a little less peace

Take a subject
And make it human
And the concept is accessible to the public
That is wisdom

Drowning like a fair Kafka in air, with some self-esteem
Writing and reflection turned out on the locks of a dead door
Creating and lending Creedence, to the top floor that reflects on the day
Veritable trust and doubts are broken, trusting that this will the day I die
Riding on a mirror reflection, collecting and toiling
Approving and oleaginous oceans, broken oil and water
Painted like the pinned skies, reds and blues are the reasons that I cannot go on
The thunder and lightning  tautological to Zeus, and the Greek hermaphrodites can take more
These virgins of blossoming breaths that burst like the fireballs of chasing the wind
Calling up and the thespians in the actor studios
And the remnants of stages, broken by the masked Venetian
Ceilings and reconnoitering the convict's dream
He lay in his bed like an insect that had learned to dream, but, learned to spread it's wing first
Breaking his boredom with some mirages and middle ages to read
Occult screams, "Eat cake!"

The gum-flavoured toy
You pop into your *****
Is the cherry you pop
While orgasming on a purple penetrable jelly

Why do I miss the chance
To be the tall among the mice among men
Among short people again and again
It's something I cannot afford
People extort from me extra privilege
On the metros and waterslides coaxing me pay more
Because I am the taller one in the army
That's why I'd rather skip out on being tall on the next date
So what to do when my crush wants a tall guy to eat cheese and wine with?
Giggle and dawdle I suppose
That's what dwarves are acclaimed for
Some dwarves are taller than lacdaiszical gnomes
That's the rule of the thumb, near the desolate ruin of moors
If I take the restroom on the left
The women make it your best chance at feeling free
When you kick down doors and backdoor men too
Soon pickaxes will be not allowed inside
Each seat is taken by the men in the restroom
Dreaming of the phone call and what it is to be bandleader

An emotional wreckage
She brushes her beautiful hair over her ear
Frantic talking ensues in movement of careless hands and lips
All the world is a stage
And world merely a din and a prayer to your quips
Walking in the night of starry ammunition
She is the green light of Auroras
She is my life without contrition
Engrained with intellect she does not please
At least she is not distant darkness
That ensnares purple hearts in entirety
And dwells on love's flaws
She appreciates the imperfections
Therefore she is royal beauty by law
Like the numinous clouds
So far from sad skies with herons
If I fainted from the height of love
She'd enshroud me in her passion with poetic precision
It is in good fashion not precociousness
Volute waters swirl like bokeh
Offering a sacred picture of voluptuousness
Where she semaphores to her inveigled face
An emotional river of gold
She is one who needs to be dredged for industrial progress
Without question or answer such is her worth
It is a shared with the paupers scuttling nearby
Abstracted eyes study mademoiselles
With glühwein and drunk glaucous cocktails
In panem et circenses
Where we share bread we need romance
Such is her glad fairness of my mistress

The skill of a writer, his abilities
Are found in how well he can show and tell
The sun shining through the canopy
In a rare sea cone, the wind nestling

The immensity of the broken heart
Can only be found in his ruby redness
And the frigidity of his thorny stem
With a delicate rose covered in rain

I often found shortness of sluttish time
Can be felt in my restless, urgent lines
Moving beyond foolish rhymes with strict meter
Preserved in every cup of similes and minutes

Myself present in every metaphor
The hours may pass without a word for her

The traffic says go ahead often storms stop us instead
Think twice it's alright, or stare ahead confused
Talk about the streets, the steel house is holding me
Born on the motion, running with the fumes
Holding the gun, you're on the other end of the muzzle with a point of view
A poignant beer can be barreling in the storm, hopeless timbre in the soul made of metal and cradling civilization
We are made of flesh and bones, not bones made by working-class men working their solitary days
Clutching spades and digging quarries night night
The talk of streets and the stares are coming my way, and I can carry the weight
He's short
He's my brother
On the cover of a Panama canal
Virile and vivacious, flow out of the other side of America
Kid, change my mind
Before we move apart because o'

Frail people struggle
Burdened by insecurity
They decide on their paradise
Which side of the bed
Should they wake up to much sadness
Everyday is a struggle for me too
Living or dead in essence
I am like a lost sailor
Who wakes up to the moon
And sleeps in the day or afternoon
Sleep comes when it comes
When it is of the essence

With their pups and kittens
In boring cardboard boxes
An orphanage
Runs in the deserts
Amnesty
Creates hopes through
Providing food
To well-watered flowers
Children just keep blooming
Beautifully

In this dead place
Where the corners of the world
On a little earth
Down where the souls are free

The ghosts flee and escape
I see the pain
I see the wind cast a spell

When you sing, the waves meet
The skies find their way again
To the moon and back

Another way, your hands touch mine
When we are worlds apart
I know that we were blind
From the start

I am half
Of what I was
But, what counts
Is I live life to the fullest.

People watched
As girls jumped from
Bridges
To their death
The ones who waited on
The porch
Were the ones who found love
Then died with old love

Here I am alone again
In my bedroom with the ceiling lights
Flickering in the rain and thunder
Your phone call is the only thing
That keeps me awake
Away from a handful of pills
We had our fair share of pain
I know I'm weak, but the high
Is all I can get
You're the only thing
That's in my way
To a peaceful eternal sleep
That thought keeps me awake
'Cause you're beautiful
And the sun looks wonderful
In your black hair

Remember the time
When the girls looked at you
Now they don't do they?
You've probably changed
But to me you haven't
Only the women you set your eyes on keep changing
Sincerely if you keep gawking
You won't get anyone closer
Or get them talking
Settle down if you really crave desirability

Get a job and earn the big bucks
Or find a girl and let her make you feel like you are the best

You and your dreams
Are mine, when I think
About you, I can think about your
Dreams that are dusty in the elk streets
Conspicuous drenched lens, upon the free highway
The way of the street, dim lights, and summed up insomnia
Somnabulance is the way of killing your sleep
Or yourself, o' me and the lines of morose

As I sketch your face in grains of loose sand
The waves crash and the ocean sighs
The skies call out to me in the chatter of stars
I hear your name tonight

The mystical song of the thunder plays
A magical flute serenades me tonight
My heart dances in step with the waves
Yet, I hear your name tonight

After countless days spent
A handful of stars aligned for you and I
I've waited all my life for this moment
It's past midnight, are you mine?

In the language of the universe
The depths of the deepest rivers
I collected a handful of memories
And threw them into eternity

The days spent in vain
And full of pain
After the rain touches the trees
Are you still there?

If I call out your name
It feels as if I hearing it
For the first time
Because the heart doesn't know

That I've found the one