I sold a book
To my poet circle
They asked it for free

Rock, moss, iron
As I roam the streets of fire lamps
Dinner, lunch, breakfast
Je ne dois pas oublier
(I must not forget)
The rivers that once converged
Like the verses of Bukowski
And Baudelaire
Which talk of the same woman
That smell of roses reminds me
And the old man understands that
She deserves to be in love
Despite it being beautiful metaphor
The same flower lady laughs boorishly
When they get the thorns
And get forlorn
The zoo, archways, beaches
These are poetic places
Until I met you
These places had a voice
Now I hear you in traces
Soon the meaning turns shallow
And I have to listen closer
To my heart to find the same song
Of rock, moss, iron
Crumbling to my touch
Exposed to the cold rain
Which I once waited for in my youth
Now too attached to your love
Rusting like iron gates

Some people may wonder the labor
That goes into being in love
Falling out of it
And in a strange way
Is like a mortal coil
That strangles me to a sudden death

I have myself, and my own poison

I loved my dreams
More than the sunshine
Kept me alive in the wake of the night
The time at the time
Of the rhyme
Without reason
Of the light of light
Reminded the glowing lamps
That floated brilliantly
In the dark sky
In the raucous surroundings
of the colonies
Be Hospitable to the dogs
Of society
Somehow the noise
Comes out sweeter
When there's less color and more smoke
And smells stronger

I'll make it through the day
Without the crutches of breathless blue skies
Waking me up every morning
Another spiral of black ink goes down the drain
Washes away traces of the strain
Maybe it is strength
Holding me together
Or it's a thread
That has grown tired and thin
Frayed and worn at the edge
With thoughts, black and blue
Auburn leaves half-torn
The trees are calm and watchful
Some beauty
In the scenery
But what do you do?
When you can feel joy dissipate
And pain take its place
Like a friend walking away
I'm cold and pale
So I look outside
From my broken windows
Not everything can be poetic
When the fangs are in
There are no blue skies
No red flowers
No jet-black nights
Saving me tonight
From collapsing
From within

Family y'know feels nice
I know this is what life
Has led up to or culminated in
A suspense thriller, a job, an income

I have let go of the fast life
Drugs, liquor, and cigarettes
And exchanged it for a slow poison
A beauty in bed, two children, groceries that last a week

Three pounds of butter in the fridge
I have kept in there, so that she burns
It slowly on the stove
Covering my pancakes with it

I feel good, I haven't felt this way
The cars, trucks, and rickshaws move
All pass my way and the stares of the nearby folk
Mix with the bedlam, I can see a lovely lady's heavy gait

It is all clear to me
That I am married to all of these things
And I cannot divorce myself from my chores
Washing dishes and cleaning the floor, a poor metaphor I know

Soon I'll go home to the countryside
Swing from a hammock in the careless breeze
Before I swing under a fan with a noose around my neck
They'll say, he died, but what a shame.

He's no man if he cannot swallow the poison
Day by day

Often, I ruminate on polaroids
These are just like poets in the studio
A lakeside and a sojourn with nature
A close inspection of polaroids and you shall see me happily waving
March comes and I by the Indian Ganges side
Wave to you
In my songs your love grows
Women in love look picture perfect
Most of the times it says "With Love" on the polaroid

My girl wanted
***** games
She got politics

My girl wanted songs
And politics
She got a guitarist from a band, instead

Protected and recyclable, like life enrapturing us in murmurs when it If I'm being sorry and being silent, maybe I'm conscious of my yearning
Risk of being a bad influence, the insurrection of goodness is that velleity towards life evaporating
Without arrogance, honesty lives and learning are passionately making out the life out to a mothball of obdurate in duress

Keeps my emotions on her
In her hair
Of her body,
Closer to her *****
Reminds me of the monsoon

The townspeople
They prayed for the
man to come off the steeple
He came down
But couldn't make pope

1You gotta lotta nerve to play it clean
You know you gotta play it real
It’s a long life and I’ve already seen
I don’t expect you to know how I feel
You’re insulting my smarts and now he’s gonna lose his spleen

You used to love being with me
Took me a lot of niches to fill you see
I turned away all other *******
To take care of all the hitches

2We’d been in love since we were seventeen
We’d shared class since we could dream
Sharing lunch in the canteen
Putting insects on your shoulders laughing when you’d scream
What went wrong and I had to start wondering where you’d been
You gotta lotta of nerve asking why
I wonder when was it a tie
I haven’t met the guy
Nor should I

3But you force me like I need to be a jealous guy
Like I still need to be your idea of a man
Forcing me till he needs to die
And then situating me hanging from ceiling fan
The last thought imagining you two sharing a whiskey in rye

I thought you’re used to loving me
But sometime I should have made it three
But it’s a marriage decree
That there should be no polygamy

4You gotta lotta nerve asking me
Why we won’t just go for a ménage-a-trois
Why couldn’t you just break up with me
Instead of waiting for me to get home and go woah
But you wanted an idea of me instead of just plain old me

Does he have abs and still love you *****
Or have a flat tummy and has to bend his knee
I don’t care if he loves you
Because he’s in trouble because it’s not a love that’s true

5You needed me
Found me funny and wanted a nuclear family
After all for just a kid we didn’t need to call his granny and granddaddy
But the dream is gone and probably leaving me
I needed us to be three

You’ve gotta lotta nerve stagnating me
Now not anymore I’ve found listless liberty
And so have you only you have got it free
And the divorce the idea of a married me

4We will never share the crimson sky
Understand the meaning of old age together
Spending dusk drinking tea
Understanding the weather
Instead of making it our small talk because it comes free

Don’t miss the idea of feeling young
When feeling old
Only when you’re with a person who has sacrificed to feel the pride of being unsung
That’s the beauty of not being bold

3You used love me when you were seventeen
Now I know the ways you found to talk to me
I was a **** and too bad now to me you were just a teen

2I want to beat that infidel
Who’ll end up just like me but instead he’ll ******

1So you gotta lotta nerve to reminisce times because I wished you would marry me so now I'll wait till I'm forty three

Living in the metropolis of tumescence of vast objectivity
Rabbles and roads and rolling ditches, some damsel being diminutive
Rambunctious raucous youths of roaring tigers in rearing farms
Raging lions in the rhapsody of bellicose bullish belligerence like diction
A corporeal of positively rhapsodic feeling ****** with George and gorges, protean germinus
The syllabi of syllogisms and schisms and oysters smitten truth and hidden haikus
Forsakes scientific fact and *****-shriveling act perniciously for thespian spring fixes
Invectives, ice, and censuring fornicate in an intermittent visceral vision of eternal springs
Of attainable wisdom willfully stirs the ***
Inferrable this clear existence in this penetrable mind can be called pleasant and puerile
Unperturbed and undulating do not work together unless zaftig and scrumptious like scones on summer sign
About your corsets strangulating and stifling your instincts' seceding their senses to the serene providence
Adumbrating the vacillating mind of a God-like might
Stagnancy stoking storied sullen somnambulant sadistically serried, Zeus caring and giving
Dreaming is a pain, dreaming is a chain
But, not in a maiden's caregiving nature
It isn't rudimentary to eat at each letter of this basal dictionary, as words expand in the context
Like the word is word, so spread it and mean it
Just like your legs, just to make sure that the words don't hurt

Keep posting poets
Keep out losers
Who think short words aren't tough
With the heartaches
Some of your soul carries
An ellipse stands beside you
Like a sun
Like the sky
WIth stars SOmetimes with Orion, Post Minor Fortuna

I'd love to let you in
You wouldn't think I was alright
When I cry on the spilled milk
My heart turns blue and eyes turn rouge
It is the happiness of my heart
That leaves me in the dark
Everything is in the wrong place
When I see things in gold and silver
As I lose the ability to recognize an unpolished diamond

Sweeps the
Dirt on his clothes
With disappointment in the heart
Coming to a broken
Home to lost souls
Looking for his mum
Stop throwing kids
On the street
Where they have no name
And no identity
Give them homes
Illegal immigrants
Somehow get trapped
In this country

Every face, the same as the rest
Every headline, the same as the rest
A long war wages on
Erasing any joy

It bleeds like the one in here
Cold and hostile
Every voice in the inner streets, abuzz in my ear
Every naked impulse, followed by fear

I told you the last time
I'll be out to sea
That I'm fine without you
I'm alright without the anchor of memories

And so the war wages on
I'm counting the days
An ally
Found in the light sliver of sunlight at dawn

Is followed by
A message from the wind
Read in the pages of the night
And a hurting heart has begin to see

Light follows dark
Day follows the night
Life follows Death
I've begun to believe this

When I'll be back
I don't know
To tend to the garden
That lies back at home

The war
Razes the flowers
I nurtured
When I was young

I now count the days
Till the next storm
For now
The pink skies just look perfect

Smile like the pale moon
It illuminates the night
Even better than the sun

Be an ocean of knowledge
Be calm on the surface
Create waves when a storm approaches

If someone gives in the frayed expression
Assists the homeless scrounging for more power
Add to the five bucks
Found in a beggar's tin can
Ask him, will he believe in love after all this ****
He will say, 'yes.'
Even if he doesn't know what is power

If you have a superpower
You'd see through my sadness
If you have a superpower
You'd know when I'm on the edge

Through the twisted metaphors
Can you still tell who I am?
In the broken fragments of images
Can you believe me when I try?

That's why
I'll wait for you
To see the morning roses of springtime
To witness the chorus of birds at dawn

When the night's over
You'll see I'm still there
And that's the superpower, you have
To **** the pain, everytime I'm dying a little

When the night's over
Despite your power over me
I will leave you heartbroken
And I'm sorry for that

Many find ecstasy in glasses of whiskey
Drowning their sins in gin and tonic
Dancing to the gait of cabaret dancers
Lighting a smoke, shortening the rope

A walk in the woods in the bosoms of the trees
The joyous rhythm in the tossing of flowers
God has gifted me the power
To appreciate every solitary hour

The stares of my
Right hand men
Bring me to the misnomers
That they would leave me
For leftist visions
Left for all the right reasons
My friends never abandoned
Me
They just may have joined
My enemies
Whose names I'll never forget

When the color TV shows me windy beaches
I feel the heat under my neck as a relieve
If I drive by the rail road
You'll be the one I look for
You'll be alone reading a book
As you've said goodbye for good
Praying for the sinners in a temple
Asking for love is no sin
Its just like the knife
Which tricks me into kindness
When the cover of the night cuts like welkin
The ink runs dry
Critics and crowds are so turned on
Ill and proud I might be an outlaw
Sick to the stomach
Because their sickness reaches my mind
After the hours of the *** machine in the brothel
Pays a dime for a long night
Prays for a dollar for the burning wax candle
Well its hard to find romance in this dead dream
At least we drink from the cup of life
The lawyer fights for love
And loses to crime
When the day is done
He is to tired
To break bread with his son
To angry to understand right from wrong
He's sure he loves his familial time
Prison is an after effect of suicide
If I off myself I ain't deaf
Until I am dead
And the mermaids stop singing
And bite her peach skin
I bleed a little blue and get a red pony
For a white politician
A chromebird for a millionaire
I am walking on my own two feet
Too often as people drive cars that give flight
To a series of dreams
I lose dignity for a day with my mistress

With grace she doused
Her hair in fuel
And lit the flames
As a burning carousel

What will be
Never belongs to us
So, we treat what we have
So, carefully

In this short life
Share
Your precious time with others

The silence resounds in the constant
Typing of meaning
In my meaningless existence
Apparently, madness is all I have
And sobriety is some path to reference
And that righteous thinking, and the working-class men
I represented by the exchange of roles
And the existence doesn't look the same
When you're tired
Apparently, we were both tired of the problems
That one of us underwent a sad demise
In the case of your rumination, I make some compromise

The silken cradle of emotional feelings
A simple sympathy for someone who is need
There is no excusing a person for the wrong reasons
You are in a prurient fantasy where love's not real
If you make feelings complex
The world could be a whole lot better
Frisky as the jints in the town
I lived without an uncle
I lived without a crunch of jungles and the sound of grunge hood
The 90s were hell I know it's rough for you kid
But's this place is no scenario for resting your case
Before the jury
Onto the Yeats, you've read in college
Your deductions on Eisenhower are great
But, how do you do with a good drink with Pablo Picasso?
Emily Dickinson and Robert Frost
Great couple
Of Poets
If you wanna talk poets you can message, somehow you don't m3essage any more and the scene's that you attend in the conclusion fo friendly engagements.
Dates you've canceled, I mean
There's a need for a strong person in your life
Your windshield is full of roadkill
There's a chance you may be in love with someone mediocre
Advocating a peaceful cause changing life around here
But, youd don't want to feel that necessary in someone else's poetry
Don't include real people in your poetry, it makes things rather judgemental in retrospect
Liven up the iridescent and scintillating scenes for you loonies in a bunch
Your devoted garbed personage gravitating to your draconian, crepuscular visage
It's an interesting dark interpretation with fifty shades darker
People looking for the loyal crowd of highways where people roam
Not just highways and you realize that in this hitchhiker's galaxy you can't find someone to find the cliches to share
Add that to your Instagram account. Be a lot more resilient when you are writing poetry.
Take into the account of how much advice you would take.
You improve your narrative.
"No tips, Faye."- Jet

These are the words keep me alive
Life keeps me in stirring poverty that cripples
Like a ballerina twisting and turning on her toes
Toes hurting by all the dancing and walking
Walking didn’t feel any slower
Waking up didn’t feel any different
Turning didn't make me feel prettier

The museum call for people
And the extinct relics remind me
Falling in meditated love and religious respect
Sacrosanct people are extinct
Like the blessings of good thoughts
We are in a museum of dinosaurs and understanding people

There was a heart
That needed aid
Kings love the queens, the sad end for him
He died with a frowning crown

The earth is quenched
The idea is to get
Love drenched

Plays are good acting
It's just the bridge
Where moonlight suffices

Prison keeps us away from family
Family keeps us from prison
Love keeps us in prison and away from family
Because we do some crazy stuff when we are in love

Why throw away yourself at another woman's arms
Peaches and cream and the passion and hardly writing
There's be no doubt y'all
A praise a worshipping phase of welling tears
And the years for your enemies making the time for your equals
Keep the pressure under the pager
Turn it on
Keep out of the park
It can't be found
Got personal
Took you out
Had pencil shades of your portrait
The hive the imagination of an old man
How's Dad and what's answer
Are gonna stay, play the same game
Home alone and never coming out
Staying at your place your T-shirt
Not taking a chance, it's too cold outside and
This is getting kinda cheesy

The sketches of you
Summer and stone cold like a buttercup under the weather
With the freaks and the underwriters and the scammers from the IRS
And terrifying nice try
There is a frozen expression
With the impression and the same way I was made for your pulse and energy
The rhyme and the distractions
Are pooling in the effect
With the range of motion foreign
There was a place I could stay and go to
They told to stay in the visions
They felt bad about us
And tell us to behave ourselves
And get better
From the start
The yellow cased window and the blue shirt
Made a green signal
Don't explore the art of the deal
The people ready to bawl at the sight
Of violence
There's no effort and no love
A couple of paintings of sadness

I live to sail
On the shores
Everywhere
In this simple rhyme
I cannot say
The sails on a ship
Are taking me somewhere
The probe will tell me today
My dreams are for today

The problem I have often
Faced lies within the layers
Of the imagination
All I have to do is imagine
They aren't there and they
Vanish

Proceeding talents
Natural and gold nags
With our auriferous desire

College's out
School for summer
Train your dragon
In the learned down out from the Compton
Play the whips and chains of excitement
Cognized by the frenzied sight
The best grab on the weapon
And handle of the automatic
Send half of it
Never lay on the better half
With dull knife
Looking like Steven Seagal
Retired
Lifeless
And Sen and dead
What to dread about and the jello on my cell sandwich
With the glue in the prison
The criminals on top of me
With the inmates got me out of no more
WIth hallow of God's Plan and **** as surviving
Out of this follow
I don't follow
Change in the unchanged evidence
The lawyer never get out of this crime no more
You could get me a better sentence
Than guilty
You could give me a better sentence than not guilty
With the easy esoterism
And friendly people broke beg with shoplifters
Nearby by the bikini bike clad drinking Alabama queen
Keen and Ken got close to Barbie
Nearer than the relations to that girl
Shack as hell and clothes look Nice
Stomped out of the bet
Running on the track keeps them
Out of the dropping beats down on the loop rack
Cassette holder, scene and action

Love will come into your life
As sure as the stars in the night sky
Just don't become crestfallen
When you lose sight of them at dawn
A tomorrow of promise is better than a commitment
At times

I suppose she
Took that compliment
Or turned it bare like
A barren forest in autumn
Or a deciduous tree in spring's calling
Anyway, she is all I have
Like leaves in Maples
Yellow, gold, brown
As the possums that scurry
In a grave hurry

points keep me
In the lines
Of fire
Debate and
War
Altogether

Weighing my decisions
By my possessions
Coming to conclusions
About my pursuits
Of happiness

Hey! Play it really low
War in control, when we were young
And now we are old, the chrome guns
Are the same as the charming wine of the nuns
The metaphysics of the majestic soul
Is just an entitlement, it's strong in this one
She says "I deserve this." unable to hide her inadequacies
And reservations about presidential fools, like the rogue agents
Like me and fela grupi, till the clocks run out
The guns come out in the Brixton Sun
Time for gun control, like the paper planes
That fly like the paper dreams
The taste of thin rhymes that you had your singles on
Singularity, I interest your plural discretionary warning
I have been given many caveats by the ladies at the Taco Bell
The eatery still welcomes the immigrants, like the American Government
I felt better about changing my mind, regarding the tall sights
And the people digging ditches and splitting the bleeding cigarettes and marijuana bills

Love is meant for me and you
Time won't wait for you
Tha's what I keep in my heart

There are memories clawing at me
The walls have marks on them as well
The streets are as empty as December skies
Now, it seems the orange clouds won't show a silver line

I wander through the breeze effortlessly
Pondering on how the winds blew
I had the best of times and worst of them just as easily
The skies will be blue someday, not now

When we no longer care for ourselves
Like a twig that hangs from a tree
The parched crevices of a forest
Yearn for youthful streams

Much like how your young face
That bears a semblance of hope
Wrinkled by the lost fire of the past
I know an ember lurks in your wooden heart

When streams run through the forest
Youth returns losing it's maturity and ambition
Ceaselessly it claws at my walls
And those orange clouds are the ebbing slowly

You are a psychdelic dream
That runs love streams dry straws
Yet, I feel thirsty from all the work
When I wake up from you in the morning
You tell me to say so many things
Been there done that too soon
You heal a little too quick
You mean a little bit
I don't believe it really
Why should I believe myself *******
Let it start from when the Titanic sank
I remembered how you bellowed in agony
I remember
I remember
In the end, you wanted my money
We always told each other
We would never leave the fire burn out
When the fire burnt out
You wanted my coke
Bit by bit you wanted soap
When you became petrol king
Liquorice diva
A ****** with a heart of gold
A drug like love

Sarcastic waves
Flow
From the hands' rings
Four dungeons
Of heaven
How do the hells
Call out
From below
WOw
Well
She stair through
Winding routes
of the dungeons
Shelf broke from the hinges

She breaks the kitchen!
With a language
I cannot yield in her stitchin'
The Voodoo doll
Pinning it to his need

Magazine's made
By the Time's
machine

Beauty is beyond me
It's in trees
And the streams
That flow by
Nearly all time
telling things
I have in my life
Nature flows like water
In a cup
For the trees to breathe
And ripen their fruits
Boughs breaking
Fruits falling with their leaves
As the bat leaves
For a better place to see