If I cannot love myself
Then, I look up to the skies
And wonder how sometimes even the clouds cry
When the weather is so beautiful
Just in case a pelican moves by
Steals my quarter pounder
French Polynesia on my mind, wants me to stay here
Where skies cry and birds fly to Rio de Janeiro
But, the puddles of joy keep me here,happy and without sorrow
There is a special place for an eye of a sparrow that has fallen

Stayed rich
Strayed from righteous path
Stuck on the pavement
Digging my own ditch

In life's vicissitudes
I found tall trees
Revealing their age
In their wrinkles
Maybe it was just their nature
To be free
Of their roots
School of thought
Food for books
Food of thought
Schools for books
Tornadoing through the education
Of restless looks

People
Half of them happy
half of them are sad
I am just trying to change

I remember the day when I made circles in the air
I met a mystic of great ability, unprepared
He held faith by his side like a gold sack and stared
I never saw him disbelieving himself
Such was the conviction of this grand ghost who I delved in
Quite old, and well into his sixties and svelte
He was intrigued by my quixotic attitude and black hat
Such were the quirks that almost intertwined with his gloved fingers
As if lust would never enter my life and never genuflected to authority
Or demeaned those who authorised his beastly aura
It was pure and raw fascination for his wild and untamed penumbra
His spells hung like a shadow over his temple of flowing silver hair, tempered by discipline and old age
The clairvoyant had taught magic and plenary concepts to whoever wished an entry to the Dark Arts
To everyone who lusted for power
He simply aroused a perfect quantity of interest in me by the hour

Sun's on the rise
School buses fly
Through placid glass
A mercurial teenager
Peeks through windows

But our sun trails him
Like God guiding your
Feet in the quicksand
To guide through the horizon
You learn to understand

Ran the vintage van
Along the trees
Offroad tires
Can bring you long way
In the end
Except help you deal
With the friction in the beginning

Order and chaos can never coexist
Sin and virtue can complement one another
The textures of an old oak tree persists
Under the weather and torrential helter-skelter of the cold winter

As love is borne from a flawed heart
An eclipsed sun can darken the scarred lands
Blinding those who walk, stalk and trace out a path
For themselves toward a violet sky cowering under the far away stars

With lost children and men knowing their limits
Order and chaos can never coexist
If what persists is the shortness of time
Because time is brief, then, I know love perseveres

The probabilities
He pessimistically took my jar, left me ajar
The attentive class left us with a decent professor
Often, hiding in books, and avoiding the seasons
My heart is an apocalypse, that tells me that Hell is where I am
Thre prodigious repleting the accidental lake, the isle on the Sun
The cloudy stars, and counting of the shooting stars
And the quills bloodied by the changing trapdoor, lurking behind
The gallows pole and the halo's gone, and the named nameless
Reinventing required him to be universally concomitant
When few people have imagination, really
And relativity of the realistic destiny, and the self-conscious of distasteful poetry
You can dream and you have begun, but, boldness has the imagination befuddled
Often the will left to the imagination can cultivate a passion
And your pursuits and your perception of me might leave with the reposing soul
The deposition of which is my lover's ordeal and steadfast strength
Low on pursuits, and mild on perceiving the highs and lows

If you are convinced
A phlegmatic mosquito cannot change the world
Try clapping around them instead like chasing cars

You and my embers
And stars, seen as reasons
Of structuralism and dismembered screens
The language reads like meditation, but, the turmoil asks for liberty
Phoenix's rising outlands of different freedom and similar solidarity
Selling their dust by the pound, and becoming apparitions by the boughs

Swapping doves of their feet
And the white wings of the heat
Cannot be seen in the sunshine of a phoenix's sun

It's not that I don't
Like being myself
I just cannot see myself
Without you and I won't

The contemporary times
The early watch
On the ethics
Of society
The toughest love
The easiest to
Lose to piety
Of society
The education doesn't understand
The ill-informed citizens
Losing to conformism
Of society
The years go
With fears
Losing our innocence
The hunger for achieving
Comes from dreaming
About working
For it

Well, so you are brushing
Your teeth and chances are
You are reading this while brushing your teeth
Look in the mirror, and feel lively
Come back and read this again, with a peg

We fall, we rise
We seek shelter, bite the dust
We ride the wind, and
If we follow the tides
We could see the end of the tunnel
O' more vividly clouds
Leaving the house of prayer looking like masters of war

Prison seems warm
A place like getting stuck in a mental dream
Of a stranger with no blessed thought
You could be lost in a thought
Or been working on those instincts
We still need you
Somehow time changes how you look at the terrain trenchantly
There's no reason for changing your whereabouts
THere's no nee3d for singing songs if you have good remand
With the positive strain of force, he rests his hand
On The quill
There is an armor around him
Of rattle and pens.
A novel achievement
There is an established county
He isn't a fiction
Like this story

The pill of reality
Is bitter
So, don't cry over spilled milk

Keeping my sheets neatly folded
Near my bedside

My bedside
Stashed with sheets of washed up people

My sheets laundered to perfection
To hide the bleeding soul

The bleeding soul takes the pinot purple by surprise
With burgundy like a great wine

Sheets of *** come up in the touched texture
Of festive fruity notes of the earthen healing of brown silken sheets

Where his wine-like aroma lies
An where my innocence dies in mature mauve

I can take the bullets and the bombs
But, I can't recommend bombshells
Leaving like slugs

A poem is a pious expression
Of someone who looks into your
Dubiousness and objectivity, like Ayn Rand books
The perfect pedant would read it to you like book titles, for untitled readers with framed wallflowers, like a dying sun

The more I follow
The less I lead myself
Unable to follow

Life lessons
Given
In the art of living
Never taken
For granted

Little angel set in gilded marble
With your steel eyes and silken laid out
Stone body and sculpted dreamy mouth

And steel smile and iridescent grin
Steel wing end my life that shines like death in my eyes
Cut my time like erudition like a war in creation

A fire used to dance, now taking a vacation
I am in a distant dream looking for salvation
In rented apartments and stolen cigarettes and smoky billowing clouds of marijuana smoking silently
A cracked hip is worth a broken whip, this is no joke

There is a place in my heart
It is where the ocean is still
For a second of love
There's an everlasting fire

Of desire and knowledge
Wanting more, you set my mind aflame
Laying waste to my restraint
Dousing my defenses in pain

You changed me in a million ways
Moments at your feet felt rare
I wish I could care for your presence
Your smile encapsulates your essence

After you left, I'd hold on to our confidences
And sing a song
Hum your words, lose track, and move on
I was lost in the wilderness

You left behind a kinder person
And forgot to take the piece you left
A place in my heart
Never forgets

Before perfidy of rhyme wears out
Quit blaming your governments
Get them weary with a shout

Watch as the wind blows
Keeping the weather
Making the starting of conversation
And the flow change
Little by little
The flowers
Bloom
In the time of life

Some kind of lord
I listen to your song
Never ignoring that darkest
Nation pushes
Head up high, it's in my best interest
Cursing the affair, far away in dove on the festival
Pity is what you call it, we can make this love
Held up, what does it dramatically make out of dandelion
That carries on a bridge of wind and science
Midnight comes on, along with on the bridge where I'm waiting in the dramatic place
Inn of your soul, the kitchen of photos, freed of the soul, soul, and pictures make it, what we take from it we give
Fluorescent pen, lend your statement on the festering war that doth speaks on the will of thy light
Lifeless, on the dresses on the forked thunderous clap
In a look of waiting in the placid, let it grow like the sunflower set on the dalliance

I had a feeling
We should be together
You're curious
But I cannot show my face
I am stranger here too

It has been 3 years
Since we've been as poor
As the rich and greedy
In this place too
I keep your dreams safe

We are astronauts
Who will make it to space
If Earth becomes empty
Or I can't touch your skin
Anymore

Men covered in cardboards
Cars that have fog lights
Burning most of the fuel
Left for the world
May be how we share disease

Before your feet turn cold
We can make love
As long as we don't cough
And grow old together
Or have a Corona during sobriety

The boy with the soulless eyes
Never dies
Even if he tries
Finding fresh air
In a blue cambric
Made by nuns in their tunics
Is a fickle thing
You're the soul of the occult, they said giggling

He: so do you want to go out?
She: does that mean dinner or bed
He: maybe, you aren't that pretty
She: so, I guess bed.

Hey darling
Look at those cubicles
Of couples staring
Into each other's eyes
Without a care

Hey duckling
You keep pouting
And crying
What's gonna take from me
To keep those tears from rushing

You'll live for
Many years
In broken heart's core
Gosh, what an ache

Hey darling
Lemme brush that hair
Lemme cut a piece of it
Play with it on your fair skin

“Well, the Francium is resonant with the cell rejuvenation heuristics.”
"So, go to Pluto. Where do I find the little kid? After since I got to you. The dog."
"Spike, Faye's not welcome. Leave her out of this business."
"We made it clear, but, no parting ways unless we find the guy who erased her memories."
"Yeah, maybe you could contact her. But, let's keep it straight."
"Fade into the television; before the victory is yours. Television is on an old couple of people who have coffee and beans; saying them both remind me of all the people I owed at the hot-dog store we just passed by."
"Might be a good idea, right?"
"You think so?"
"Yeah."
"What about Faye and the little kid."
"One of the most annoying kids. He'll find us if we surface on this awful map of nowhere."
"Well, we are on Jupiter. Everywhere is nowhere here."
"You've been here a while."
"The days get longer, each time."

You're the face of right and wrong
And I can't live without you
Hoping to identify with own sense of morality

Do what you want to do
I wish you rested in spring's adventure
Mayflowers move across St. Louis
And Missouri has the same heat
I never change if I remember these things
At the end of the world I go away
If I don't stay and the Sun revolves
The Earth sits as the wars have their attention
We ignore our Mother and so do the followers of religion
If we knew that true love was not wrong
We would be true to ourselves
Why do I tip the balance
When I grow older and older
As the rivers carry the bold fishes
Who may live longer than they swim
How long will we **** the seas
And the rivers will never see an ocean
How long will the trees make paper
And no longer strange scented silhouttes
In the ground of beautiful Earth
That my parents taught me to appreciate
Corporations confined me to the deracination
Of thou tempests that flow through placid skies
Where arboreal forests touch
Till they can no longer set foot on Earth again

Walk this way
Take it from the river down in the east
A place down the west
Taking the troubles of my mind
Johnny has gone south
With his guitar in the wind
The hearing's tomorrow Summer
Where's the bride
She's in court for the hearing
It's Bonnie And Clyde
And the sea of dreams
Turning upside down
There representation of something unique
A pleasant hook
Of reality
There is a pressure to create
And develop the time, I **** and feel
I know and breathe
Among Murderers And COnvicts
As one person among the dead
As many in dread
As many dread my exorcism
The hollow breaths
The ghastly sharp sensations
The terrible tools of simpletons
These ghosts just sift through your river Styx
Like me

Please please me
Stay as the waves steer away
The oceans turn to the horizon
Even God says that water isn't infinite
It is the beautiful iridescent nature of such epicure
Isn't it wonderful
That I can look at you
And say please please me
You need not remember
Just follow the shoreline
Where the boat rests on calmness
As a soothing sifting of sands speak to us

Pleasure in poetry
After the ax hits
tree
There's no life
For this tree
In this monotony

Cigarettes and alcohol
Have become the simple pleasures
Of a time of complications
A lady hawk that flies like butterflies
Keeps some food in your sock
Eat some bread and spread the joy
Interest yourself in the possibilities
Think about the probabilities
Intentions can be validated in gestures
But, there is no reprieve from the guilt
These are guilty pleasures, that started as simply regret
These are simple pleasures, that are beguiling and freeing
The innocence of children in a park of moving swings and birds

The rain came down, and washed my cigarettes and stole my inaugurated abode
Hatcheting and brushing the hedges of my meadows
I'm in the lord's spirit

Finding silence in an unending peaceful voice
Desire and volition
Saltation is just a leap of faith for the miserable

Pretention is just the walk of noblemen with promiscuous women
Cigarettes, alcohol and steaks, I'm sure my appetite is tended
My hunger, ravenous, is just an obvious statement

I cannot talk through necessitous circumstance
Be a part of avian species part of the congregation
Derelict, stolid plights of valetudinarian do not amuse you, they incite your fear of ambition

Intelligence without ambition is a bird without wings, cut them for size

You seem like poetry
I can call you nice things
And whisper for more
Whisk the rhyme
The lines
Explain the meaning
Of the score
Of the musicality

I'm glad you erased
My poems from your mind
They weren't comfortable anyway

I have so many words to say
But my mind is constantly
Averting a crisis daily
It is in a state of flux that I can't explain

As I scratch and scrape for the emotions
My heart cannot tell its difficult story
But my poetry goes through the motions
It searches for words, that I write spontaneously

Writers are the purveyors
Of their souls
Understanding their colors
Working by the working week
Governed by the hour hands
Watching
For juicy content
Claiming the fruits of their deeds

The great thing about poetry
Is its simplicity
The more you write
The better it gets

Sometimes
We don't have anything to say
For that there is silence

Poetry is what fills that void
Replacing it with a love for words
As esoteric time passes

War torn
Subjectively
Pages torn
Scribbled
To make an esoteric poem
i'm yours
Poetry

What hides behind her smile
That helps that cheer
Keeps me beguiled
The blue of the sky
Shows me when the crimson
IN the first
winter
Wintry; comes the snow
Keeping the flakes, how I don't
Know
Learning through Persian
Thoughts express words
I can't comprehend
Till the end

She had kissed me days ago
After school
Now a memory
On a warm afternoon

I have books filled with her
Verse after verse
In search for the truth
She's poetry in motion

Lies seem sweeter
When I look into those eyes
That hide the love
Inside