I remember
When you held
Me in your arms
And memories
Your scrumptious supper was waiting
For me even after nine months
Of strain and work
Staying inside
I felt protected
And safe too
I feel the shield around me
Every breakfast
When I share bread with you
It is your company nothing else
That takes a while to make me understand
Things wouldn't be same here
Working two jobs isn't easy
That's all I've learned to trust you with
That you were the one
That you taught me courage
When the world taught me fear

Late nights are when we think best
I ask you to be my friend, please
Stop it and fall in love with the universe
If we can give each other moonlight
Make our bodies mingle and toss
In the morning and break of dawn
In strings of fire and gold
As an asteroid breaks Earth's soul
We will walk on fiery lakes
Like meditation heals the soul
Here is our share
Of the money, that deep pockets
Can't ask for
Boundaries tell us we have constraints, as everyday people
Words penetrate us, if events deepen our soul

I sweep flys of their feet
With the hand swiftly
Swatting it on repeat

My glass heart breaks
Every time I hit rock bottom
But, my mind tells me
That what I have isn't made of some silicon crystal
I have mettle
I shall rise
So, my friends can see me run
Through the flames
My iron fist breaks through sound barriers
I am whole again
But, her heart isn't made of sterner stuff

Love strolled into
My classroom once
Except she was the student
And I was the teacher
I had a lot to learn from her
She was and is still the irascible backbencher
Lush, supple, warm lovely
Enamored me the moment
I took the lessons
Her protective brother, Life, was wary of me
And knew of love's charms and purity
That's when I remembered we are all learning
Irrespective of where we sit

We walked in the garden
Arriving at the collonade
Lemonade was served to us lovers
I had finally shared her emotion in the after hours
Such strong celestial embodiment of charm
I never had found
Or never had thought of
Since, I never have measured love
In all her sensation, endearing nature
Promises had to be kept nevertheless
It was something I had made up
I said "I love how I have lived."
And I haven't loved anyone, ever since

Don't oversell your brothers
There are no crossroads for the sold desolate angels
Only open stores looking for empty looks
Heading out with open books with sealed mouths
For an only child, really drowning in books
Judged by the book, under the covers of the nights of a starry dynamo
We are trying so hard to be rash like rooks on a chessboard
We are trying so hard to be ourselves, ram on with the pain
We are trying out our clothes, but, I feel so cold
Not knowing when we'll be born again
Sagacious beams in your alley, friendly
In the streets of New York City, I don't know what I'll find
I don't what to do today, but, search for a stranger's smile
Kindness is a gesture, I cannot compare
Beyond this world, finding that true love
Warm my holiness, find your shine or get on your knees
Under the moonlit motions often coursing the comely coves
If you don't smile, how can you cry
In mothers
There lay no crossroads
Only doubts, the road is not taken
For a starry-eyed kid in the throws of life
I'm worse for wear, ready for fears
The truth dawns on me and shines on me
On fighting streets that can't live another day without doves
Waiting for the night or wasting the shimming starlight
On waiting for the son of a town hall looking for faith
Or a place to simply stay for the boiling soup
Don't oversell your brothers
To motherless brothels and cheap ***** and vain
Waiting for the son of a town hall looking for pain instead of faith

Wait for me once again, brother in arms after the end of the world
Your eyes are so distant, my sagely thoughts are with you

You are wasting in the recess
It's not in your mind
It's in the deity's rest that sleeps in a peace meant for others
That's why you never get ahead in life

The conditions of rights of the people
Some of you like, this is on the government
Are the open signs of poverty in a country

To a soulmate.
I don't know who you are
I'm sure we would be better off
Without names and puerile suspense
I'm certain that I sing the same songs
You reverberate with me like the bath and submerged destiny
Let's hope we meet at the horizon, call it a flip of a coin
Or fate?
Love
~your other side

I know what love is
When darling buds bloom
With heaving breaths

Coffee is bittersweet
When you ignore the cubes
Meant for sugary sips for the weak

To tell one of the birds
Leaving nests
And leaving hints
For the rise of the opposite ***

In a stretch of cement highway
It is too ruinous and marked by yellow
I do hate the truth

So they tell me change the world
Let that be said by young fellows
I cannot bring happiness
To myself
Let alone a sea change

I may be walking
But my mind is on the lies
That I shall tell to myself
All love's a stage
In the sunset of blue liquour

Where a perfect circle table lamp
Celebrates my fiery pork *****
Lying on the hot deserted bed overlooking me
Tells me move over in the bright morning

You are taking up light and space
Sometimes blocking the way in the diner
Getting in trouble with another waitress
Then, I sit in my chair

My girl tells me write
I delve in my delinquent mind
It begins a soliloquy
On the road, on the road far away

Meanwhile,
The skies are awake
My thoughts are asleep
They predicted a rainy day
The clouds seem too pale and white
To leak
Looks like it is gonna be sunny
Really sunny
But if i were to judge the weather
I might start by waking up a little earlier
The earlier the better
Because I have a ominous feeling that I missed the rain
I guess I'll have to check the streets
And look at the windowpanes

Why do we cloud our eyes
As we break each plank of the wooden floor
After all the pain and lies
We nurture each other as we try
We sleep together on a bed of nails
This isn't how far we should've gone
Our Earth is burning bright
Sometimes it gets so toxic
It cannot breathe or wail
It's a lot like sleeping on a bed of nails

Over by the lakeside
How the enemies pass
They claim we pass the hours
All I do is look at the last line
Is your heart made of lime or stone
All it takes is love's ignition
The car knows where it takes
Boats and boats will soon show us
Red sails aren't all crayfish dread
Like I found you embarrassed at fools
And embarrassed by wise men too
Slow down you tool
Will we fly into a honey trap
Or spread our light among the mallards
Cygnets are scared of waves
Let us take them
Over by the lakeside
Where the enemies pass
Soon the velleity of kindest folk
Will triumph over blind faith
Over by the lakeside
The lake is opaque on a transparent night
Where you can see the milky way
In the distant cosmic shores
If you stare deep into the lake
You might turn to water
As your flesh finds its virtue
And the soul is out of strife
As it is stirred with spirituality and life

My lover wants me
But, my mind
Sews up the top half of my soul
While my legs wring in agony not finding ground
In desperation, my fingers gesticulate a fustian
Protecting me from a broken heart

I sat in the ****** mystery
At the end of the book
My jaw was left wide open, sitting on the empty witnesses

I don't like honors
It just doesn't appeal to me
That such a surreal feeling of recognition
Is attributed to such intense hard work and innovation
I don't like honors
It puts on the pedestal of human achievement
Whereas, my work is meant for the few, who arrive at it
I don't like honors
It doesn't do me good to biased towards my own
Qualifications
That's why I love contributing
Because it gives me peace in this pensive mind searching for the end
Of the vast tunnel of possibilities, where questions are answered
And answered questions are an explicable form of logic
Contributing is a logician's ebullient dream
Because this hand is meant for forgiving and not taking
I guess that's why we have the sun set on a place too far
I guess that's why we have a fascination for the beautiful
Because it helps us understand ourselves better
And feel connected with our own art and creation
I don't like honors
It makes me feel like a destroyer of doubt
Rather than the creator of fascination and amazement
We have sullied the atomic bomb
Time for us to bring up our arms in rebarbative rebellion

A glass half full and half empty
Is a drink
With the philosophy
Accompanied by talking

My cup's empty
Fill it
Till it's half empty
Hidden under a pile of stars

Where it falls out, I die.
Forgiving my soul, for losing the hours to the strangeness
Here I stand taking down my nailed name, on abseiling sails
I love you all equally, when you meekly smile when you touch the sky
O’ Holy Light, do not go gentle in the good night
Time comes alive with forked lightning and dies with clicking clock of ticking time bombs

I will never be yours
You are too extraordinary
The drunken politician weeps
The saviours are fast asleep

The ocean looks just like you
You are kind
You are highly spirited
But, it doesn't matter

Because I am too ordinary
Maybe, we are opposites
But, we don't belong to one another
Without me, you are just living an ordinary life

She's blending into the crowd, struck by the stars
The crowd washed away, beating the faded memory of him
Over my already broken doors and crumpled promises, made from the remnants
Of already fighting with you when we were bound for the feeling can't leave earth with
The memories aren't the same without you

Dispatch to the brain
We're gonna hit the ******
Request for back-up, vaginal tendencies

I like how you hide the truth
When the world is full of lies
If we are stuck with him
Then why can't we better
Than he can
If they tell you your Dad went to heaven
Paradise is truly lost to veterans
Scared of moving to the other side
But, I like the waves on his little face
I can still the fear on his face
If they tell you are a coward
Tell them love is for free
But we have to sell guns
And **** people with sten guns
When we can get higher by the highway
On 60 near the tequila horizon
On a tequila sunrise
We can share kisses
But, he can keep looking for us
Under a rock where the rain stays
Under the cricket's rickety reed
Hello, love
Bye, hate
Why can't we just be ******* friends?

To disappear
Into thin air
One has to remind themselves
Of the frenzy of fustian-clad prisoners
Who sail through years
Who will find traces
Of pale clouds
Through the wrought iron gates
Of freedom
All they think
And feel
Is the sun will come out
Of it's slumber
As the wind begins to howl
Tomorrow will bring tomorrow
Nowadays the bleakness
Calls to me and scowls
At our situation
There shall be no brighter day
Today is our last one
You must change your life
Or disappear into thin air
Like a kite
That doesn't feel the pull
Of the Earth and the seas
You must learn to leave behind things
As cannonballs leave behind broken houses
And broken families
You must change your life
Whether in isolation
Or love and forgiveness
As I hold my chest

Soldiers come marching in
If they ask for God
I show them my documents
Soon I know I will have no home
Soldiers come marching in
To find their home in the pavement
The years may be easier
If it was tough for the ones
Dreaming of war in Trenton
Often Philly will **** you
If you take two on the river
The soldiers grappled with my hands
My arms were removed and numb
So, they put a rifle on my shoulders
Lumberjacks had paved the way
The soldiers kept marching on
Sullying the forests and horses trampled the dead grass
Blood flowing across the white ****** snow
Years can go by with any smiles
Since, the soldiers can keep marching on
Never knowing when the war will end
Never knowing when they will see their loved
Halos of old memories still hang over their heads
You can see it in their eyes that are dead
As they try to save all the children
Some of them shoot them down
Like mockingbirds instead

Pleasure and pain
Are two sides of the same coin
One needs the other
To bring you wealth and happiness
Yet, when you are nearby
I feel neither
Just a longing
Hurting me
Like sticks entangled
In a thick forest
Unable to get out
Of the darkness
It is your smile
That all the pain seems
Worth that small pleasure
Of life

The fallen circumstances
Chuisang was just a word
That I found out of circumspect learning
Of the Chinese language
Then, I called it love

It is the healed scars
That shine through a sad heart
Time heals all who dream for a better life
If only the sadness evaporates
Then the scars forgotten bring back what we lost
Shining brighter

Willows may hide behind the shadows
Stuffed together, leaning against the window
When the sun dies, they curl inside the dark
Never to be found again in the song of the rain

The rivers may pour with youth and exuberance
That darling bud that resists the morning light
Just like a little bluebird that prefers the cage
And the heart that prefers the chase

The sky may break as they soar higher
Higher in the azure skies without respite
And it will: tirelessly following Death
Where the light plays and the shadows rest

Sometimes the thousand books lay asleep
The lamp shines their light on them
As if an old man is reading
That's just a justification for living

Endless possibilities arise when there is mindfulness
There is a sense of calm to defeat the usurious
And pleasure forms the thin veneer of love
When will we come of out of the silhouettes

The fire that rests in your electric body
I have never seen it
I have only heard
But, I know I want it to take me

I know that I have a tomb in me
Without promise of eternity
To keep in my doubts
Of whether you love me or not

I believe the beauteous places we visit
They belong in palaces in our imagination
I know my love is real, but yours is not
I'm coming out of the dark into your arms

Am I moving forward,
Or going backwards,
Either way, it feels like I'm running away

Fluffy behemoths, flying monkeys
Make my day
When I'm an empty soul
Sitting in spirited away train
When I enter the destination
At night
I find myself
More in touch
Than the fun-loving fish
That make up the probability sea
Pooling in my resources
For a nice bath
Reminds me I should have been
A clean soul
Long before
The onset of service technology

The rising tide of dreams
And the pyramid of schemes
There's a false bottom in each feeling
That's called sleepwalking
Apparently, happens to those who lie awake
Thinking about their stake
In their profitable lives
You're bound to get caught
After all, lady luck is fickle

The whales
Flow under
The underbelly
Just caring for the
Sun and their
Air of peace

I kept looking for you in the people, helplessly
Hoping this clear night could have just a little less empty
Life had other plans set aside for you and me
I dreamed of having kids and something more for free

I'm selling souls by the quick dime for a moment of paradise
You're selling prescriptions for people in a convincing disguise
Trying to pay for my vices, I'm not the only one
Can you picture this and I've got it all done

Mondays were the best days
Tuesdays and Wednesdays passed away in the worst way
We could spend Thursday night, instead we'd lose sight of Sunday
I wonder how we even made it this far into the night

Those colored dreams turned into nightmares
And troubled time conjured up more pain, hopelessly ensnared
I wish I could brought it in with my hard-earned pay
To the table, but we spent it on cheap stuff anyway

I wonder how you're gonna resist this
If I leave, you won't even follow me
To the depths of hell, can you picture this
Now we need a fix for this oxygen crisis
In a quarantine that has got us all feeling useless

The world is an oyster
They say
But it could change
An oyster
In the ancient aquatic
Abyss

I have written papers
I had read rhymes
I have read essays
And I have read the Times

You know what hurts
When you move on
And the moments were so short
That they aren't worth remembering

But, the feelings leave a bitter after taste
When my heart wants to rejoice
You're a footnote stuck on my chest
Reminding me that I have a voice

I am glad this pain
Moves me to become
A better person as an ocean will get warmer after rain
Like the sun settles on my shoulders after a cold shower

I wash my pain in the reign of yesterday

The seconds hand snaps and clicks
In the art studio
Dawn comes upon the cold horizon
With a solitary lamp shining at five in the morning

Shaking off the darkness and all the gloom of yesterday
Under the blushing sun, the green of grass
As the traces of the past fade into oblivion
The nocturnal birds wince at the sunrise

With splotches of paint upon a cream canvas
Crafting silent trees laced with rusted leaves, gently
A northern wind bends the fluttering flowers
A flurry of raindrops smudged with my brush

When the morning is in full bloom
Bringing with it sunlight and courage
The dew drops glimmer on the spears of grass
As the warm wind wakes the morning doves

All of nature alive, almost in prayer
The music flows through the air
Even when I cannot face another day
A beautiful sunrise always takes my breath away

In a place
Away from rurality
I found the urban upbringing
That left me lost in the city
In a place by the hills
I can still see the county
Like my painted past

I don't know why the garden behind a lulled neighbourhood
Reminds me of the forgiving past
When, I jotted my thoughts from the start
As a pale boy

Understanding the road of violence taken
Many ideals ceased to exist until poetry came
Maybe, because of white privilege
But, the Bible is all we had for freedom

Now that black lives matter, thorns stub your head
As the nail impairs the prolonged hammer
We write for a culled audience
Dealing with prejudice, with our hands tied

Things are not black and white anymore than before
It is my duty to see the color
Life is more than warm and white color
Like blooming flowers grasping their innocence

Life is a beautiful wonderment
It isn't born of acceptance
A dirge-like procession always carries on
Yet, indelible writings are on the wall

Complacent about our pallor with weighed shoulders
Transparent about our complaints of penury, livid about promised lands
Arid vicissitudes pilfering bandits casting and ostracized folk-rock
Pallid coffers in the kiosk hanging out in teddy bear streets mourning the death of drugs
Stentorian blogging along with the fustilug with crushing self-doubt in the war on welcoming namesake
Transparently opaque about my doubts in my angry fix putting me to repose, bit by bit
War is peace

As clouds swirl overhead
The streets free, as wandering harlots move
Hazel meets the brown in looks that forbid
Ecstasy comes from love is ordained and true

Apollo and angels casting their arrows
He bites his lip, as she leaves him again
Pressing his cheek against the antiquated columns
Feeling the cold, as the heart loses love

Untouched by rain under the lacquearia
Night and day, in the secret Eden
In the bushes of honeysuckle, hidden
But as he waits, time finds someone
Ready for love, again and again

Sometimes
The panic
Is more dangerous
Than the pandemic

Cutting the trees
The leaves fall
Rather instantaneously
Not from the branches
But from the roots

Like a cracking piece of terracotta sculpted by fingertips
Her wrinkled hands were woven with his spirit

Instagram sculptor by day
Poetess by night

An activist
Shapeless, without fault, clothed in independence

Never accepted by they/their parents

The only difference
Between easy and difficult
Is the element of joy