If you write a school essay
You will earn money
If you write a short poem
You will earn a voice

My days' regards
The herbal tea sat
On the letter next to me
Decided I'd go for a stroll
In the cathedral, perchance
God and his son looking for the night
In downtown New York
My poetess friends brush up
On their English
As day touches night
And as evening dulls down
On the well remembered gaiety of memory
The autumn break with it's ruby scenery
Sitting next to the fire, I never felt colder
Those were the days when children were innocent
And now I'm the rank outsider

Piano playing
Piano man
Alone
Sexuality isn't
Breaking his back
Elton John
Is someone
Talking about you
I hoped you didn't write those songs
In the vain
They sound insane
In a conversation of two
Following music
Of life
Conforming to the norms
That bring up the lives
You hope weren't lost
As horizon lays it's curly creases
to the sunset
for those two
talking about peace
For lease
To bring an easing pain
to their love in vain
The *** they had
Resembled the sin
Of Adam and Eve
I don't whether it was underneath a tree
Or near
Allusions to
from sins freed
Called beasts
of a verdant forests
that held blood red
fruits
That held a seed
Bringing them closer to
Aestivation of life
Greed is a schematic fantastic creature
Wrath is it's ***** feature
Of a Lustful expression
Of satiated appetite
Glutton indeed
That brings sloth to the
Innocence of it's creation
However, Eve was simply envious
Of the knowledge that the snake
had in vain
Unable to share
The greed that the reptile showed
Put all the sins to shame

I guess God was proud
Of his judgement
Sitting on a cloud

This ocean is deep enough
Let's sit at sun down
I'll breathe in the salty air
You'll watch the blushing purple skies

You think you know people
But show them a moment of love
They walk away scared forever
Scarred by a stream of lovers

I reach out to your hands
Take your shirt off, holding you in mine
And open a closet of memories
I know you'll get lost without me

I'm lucky to know you so well
As I open my mouth and kiss you softly
And open my heart and let you in
Close my mind and get lost with you

No wonder I couldn't cry
My fears
Kept away the weight
Of my peers
And I would cry in anger
And have blind resentment

It is amazing how
Distance can separate two people
In heart and soul, only to heal them

Beast of the fantasy
Living with Lord OF The Rings
With the students of Lord Of The Flies
We've got books
But school's a comic...
Puzzingly
"Hello, Poetry I'll be with you for a long rhyme."

They said
It would be easy
To clean my room now

Lost in my shadows
Pulling through
Like you
My thoughts fail
And realizing
My faults later
I pull through

Violence
Starts with a brawl
Starts slow
People getting mawled
Saved by the law
In a fashionable order

Years go by
She lives under
The starry skies
The cloudless nights
Chiming with the hives
The bees and the honey
Tired of the honey
Stick to each other

Neighbourly time flies

Pass by afraid of the Hive
The queen bees
Stick to their workers
Looking to them taunting
Them to pledge
Their soul to
Construction
And contiguous noise

Pressed against the wall
The Queen
Rides the comb and
The hexagon
Keeps the Beauty
Of shapes and shades
Of the iridescent
Inured By the work
The Overworked
Kills
The
Hexagonal Ruler
Protecting
His fellow bees
And retracting
From socialist fray
He and she run
With the trade
Used run for the trade

Now brilliant silence
And only
Silence of the beasts

In a dark forest
Ending the synergy
There is only frenetic
Reverence of the fastidious fleas

Reference to The Title

Decisions appear colored
When you're on the wrong side
Of the race

Jumping over fences
Is easier
When you're trespassing

As I struck fiery bows
My motorcycle went on
Off on the road
With the red crows

I carried a child on my shoulder
The people asked who is he
He is young and I'm wise
So, who am I if not innocent?

I whacked the crows with a tire iron
I was tied to the mud
As I let down the child
The red crows flew over yonder

I flipped a coin to decide
As it spun like a wheel
I decided run rhymes with what's done
And so I decided to go forward

I fear
White ghosts
They haunt me like black people

There's a fire raging inside
That ravages the memories of my life
I save my sorrows
And hold my fears close

As the rain pours tonight
A hurt heart forgets its desires
Every moment seems longer
Than the stars that glimmer

Sent me to a town
Where the houses are close
And the hearts closer
One day an arson came
Set both on fire

Carolyn the running cockamie scheme artist
Solipsisms of many states of mind, amond the Carolina chicks creasing
Her hair with the railing house on two wheels, ******* out at the dream
Take my heart touch my word in the valleys
Come to me int the video of California and fornication of *****
Graphs of the blue freedom in freeform China girls and diamond underwear for Liberace
Love this race and rain down on my period of prison deeper
Deeper than the veins that had a voice and now drowned in the dregs of pulmonary drugs
Criminate and Fred astute as always, stepping into the dancing stage of starlight many states responded to the report
Meteors sighted in the iceberg, shooting stars cut out of the gradients of crashing sights anyone would see it
Deepening with many, strangle love strangling few surrealists staunch and gaunt
Like Picasso’s restrictive operatic art, singing the boxer
Rolling the ounces, counting the punches, taking it in his stares
Exercised in the truncheon things called trunks on this rhapsodic love
Cusp of time exonerated my thorny humor, I didn’t deserve a heartbeat that skipped like a stuck tapedeck
We got Japan on ice on record, drugged the secret service
Remanded the weapons of reclusive people perishing silently

The cries are on the lips of the rumble falling from the sky, thunderstorms delight

Looking through the rain
I saw the skies cloudier
Rather than grey
Guess I was wearing sunglasses

You are the clouds that I can't touch
When I feel down
A rainy day reminds me
The sun isn't in your eyes

Some people have ideas
Other people just have an idea of it

The coldness of the pouring rain
After a day spent sleeping on the benches
A smile that rises like a tide from a calm sea
Once you let go

These scenes woven together
By intimacy
Made beautiful by your hands
And destroyed by mine

The moon smiles when you look
And it hasn't been the same
Once I called out your name
From the nook of my heart

The undulation of the circus
Respiratory laughter and the accord is sewn
In his hair and half time is gone for the darker time
In this waning swan song
Now a life beyond his obsoleteness and her own, are we really perceiving their problems as a whole
As our own judgments cloud our derisive destination, leaving us on the road
We keep hating ourselves for the wrong reasons, are never truly free
The wars are never stalled and rebarbative delayed right after
The inclination we have towards our civilized sleep becomes rather rapid fleeting like an ephemeral glance
Retire and find what you admire, in this vastness of metaphorical life, and swim?
Where everyone loses meaning after, they are put out to work?
Are we relying on ourselves or letting ourselves go?
It's the thought that counts and the kind gestures will never stop
Just go and get anything you can set your mind to
Don't stop, till the fight is done
Don't fight, if you cannot stop all those thoughts
Simply wishful that they were words rather than feelings?
You probably feel like the rest of us, in this vast world of life and wilderness
Wildlife is something that resides in us, binding us in the starry stuff
Redacting everything believes in is the first step to a mind held without indescribable fear
Rain song wash away my tears
Like you wash away the levees that are holding back your freedom

Stars on the bright sky
Midnight starry light
Come out of the cloudless child
Round moon change us today
A new day of the year of the tiger
Scarred skies taking down falling mandrake cries
Rooted in lonesome stargazers gallant souls
Looking at the stars makes realize how I'm small
I am small after all, never in my wildest dreams
Did I try to count the stars in the sky
I just waited to catch them instead

Catch a falling star
And never let it fade away

The harder it becomes to let go
Shake and shiver
Every time you think of her
It is a cure

You know she's carved a part of you
In her heart too
But she'll kiss it away
On a lonesome rainy dawn

It's cloud's shapes
I am looking at
But, I cannot find you at all
Around where the path curves
Right along a garden
How sad love is
Yet, so out of reach
In this world
Of swirling daisies
And friendly flowers
Why is a rose so red
Why is the sky so white

The downpour rocks the forest gently
Trees cast under the spell of the howling wind
Almost asleep as the golden leaves shudder in silence
As a wolf calls out in the distance

The freshwater lilies fall into a reverie
As the raindrops splash and spray on the streams
Playing their enchanting melody
Slowly rocking the rested bream

On days when I'm tired and frayed
I think upon the song of the rain
Helpless the storm inside
I find solace as time passes by

April is the dullest month, in the crowded soil
And the frowning sky, emptiness resides
In May, June, and July; as rainy time walks by

Sleeping women wake up
It's a nightmare that I see them around me
A bizarre sensation
That you should lie next to me
Such are the words that fall in place

The swarming bullet ant
Learned the subtle of not giving a ****
But, they sting like bees, and can't fly
Like freaking grammar nazis

In a quaint place
Far from home
There stays
Old man
Older than the town
He's a hermit
He's an apostate of a society
He doesn't follow
Following trends
Isn't his thang
Now there are people
Who suppose society is well knit
With the government keeping
them in sullied security
Saving a couple of dimes
for the summer
Hoping to enjoy winter
in the southern hemisphere
Candles dripping wax
I guess the fire's out
Holding belief
In his hands
It's the water
Or Wine in a glass
Of sunshine
Of God's son
You seen faces
and lives
But still believe life's
Is a stream falling
From a stormy mountain
That brings you
To the icy wind
That called strife
Hey! Ce'est la vie
That's life

In every waking moment, I seek the wretched past
Sleeping and dreaming seem to be a blur
I want an escape from the chaos of my mind
But let me tell you a rhyme nonetheless

The shadows of the incoming evening cool the forest
Like lights glinting through the trees in Ranthambore
Hunters with their rifles and bruises
Have the tiger in their sights, I am silenced with the muzzle

Like the blind, we tracked our way
I am free knowing this day
We followed the jackals and nilgai, out we went
I am veering at every shot, alive, as the raven quiver

Now my lips are shaking and trembling
My heart rushes with its warmth slowly ebbing away
It pumps dreams into my bloodstream, raising itself
Until I am shattered, scrounging for the illusory past

I am filled with regret, maybe I am unable to express
If you read this through and through
You know the power of hunger and desperation
Let's just say I played the cards just like you

I am grateful that I took it easy on myself
Life and sleep seem to be a blur
In a land where the people are blind
I am glad I can see now, where I went wrong

My mind has closed in itself
I know I will miss my Ranthambore
My childhood will miss the search
I will miss it all but I am glad I lived through it all

I wonder what this lady's
Likes
On the Inside
To match the sunrise
The very match to the disco lights
Keeping the legs of the table-top
Looking naked in a
Dressing gown
Keeping the lights
A lot of lights
For a town
Inside her palms
On her *******
As she falls from my eyes
In the love underneath
In keeping with the people
listening

If we as human beings are meant to bring reason
Bring water out of stone
Create fame from fortune
Then, what comes next
Probably, the study of relevant subjects
That entice us, but, what do we crave
Many of us wonder, if we want a happy ending
Honestly, we want to have an ending
The story should end, even if it not be remembered
In that sense, we are truly capable of reasoning
As reasoning requires to reject the praise and goodwill of others
For a purposeful end
If we shall truly reason, we cannot let our beliefs sway
Let alone be moved by the storm of emotion or doubt
If our mind is a sail boat, let it find it's way
On a vast ocean of rationalism
However, we will always question our own self
Seldom, trusting the route
If trusting the wind
Is faith
Reason is having trust
In your sails, as the wind may come to a calm halt someday
That is God's will, perhaps.

There is a bird
On my window
Without a song
The room is dead
It has been for long
A furlong farther
You will find a raven
Her claws and feather
Are made of fear and loathing
Soon she shall look
The other way
When the sun sets
The dead will wake up
The dead

You can sit with me
I see it in your eyes
That you need me
There is a secret garden you hide
In those vibes, you send me
When I pick that flower from your heart sign

I'm the worst poet alive
If I were to write you something, I'd spend not hours but days
Even years
Struggling with the right words
Investing my body and soul into each and every verse
I'd tell myself after 5 minutes of writing
"I need a break, this isn't working out."
After every fleeting emotion was carefully gift wrapped
Between those immortal lines and thoughtful metaphors
I'd spend a few more days questioning myself
Thinking I don't deserve you
You'd tell me "It's alright. If you want to let it go, you can."
I'd tell myself, this isn't real and its different this time

I'm truly the worst poet alive
Because no matter what I say or write
I can't make you stay

Across the swimming
Sea food
Sushi (so she)
Lives

Trying to perceive the dissonance
I changed paths
Walked and treaded, went looking for the mendacious among the  
Well read, there lay somnambulant desires
Was time and space, I could not face the present summer months seem longer
The billowing nimbuses turned into the peach clouds meant to be there
Sadness washes over your face like acid and acrid Pink Floyd
The painkillers just wash down your sink with the medication
The window of torture in the soul's window
Call it watching the smokescreen with scion meant watching
The sunrise
The same reminiscent pain comes to haunt you again
They're watching and praying
I hope you find your wealth in good luck, but good wealth in bad luck
But, you can't be rich and pretend to not talk about it
Go ahead then let's talk about it

Passed partied lucky
Big and my best day
Blushed the blue heart, and turned red like the dusky sky

If I know it is love
They hide under my bed

Until the end of time, I want you asleep

They hide under my bed
Why would I **** anyone, if I hate waking up
I want to **** those souls
Who are lost love in the foggy dust where starshine
Them monsters hide in my darkness
Cometh the dark of ephemeral gaze
Knowledge, cometh hath endless will
They hide under my bed

I want to **** them, with an arm that holds gold
But, doesn't lose the riches to ones who slave
With open arms, they held me in lads of maggie's farm
When the arms shut, the part of books was lost where we were
I wish we were younger

Love is as it merits
With open daydreams, I need you ready for the hostel
When the arms dry, the water gushes through valleys as gelid ice T
The fearful night that
I want your understanding, not your patience
Write your heart on parchment, and gray days left the blue skies
In the fair lovely heather, feather, come hither and gather
Lift my soul, and my soul is hopeful
That someday that you will be my real name, God
God, I don't know if I know love or this earth

Hope is a dangerous thing
Dangerous minds need true faces and true crime
Present, here and now, here and jaguar
I love your soul, I love you maybe
If I know what free will is, take my heart on the urn
Turn my soul into ashen dust, fear my hands of gray dry dusk
With laconic faces, and pure hearts
When I left you I left with dreams
When I left you I left with dreamy people
When I left you I left with my greater gin

You taught me how drink
I used to drink water
And now I drink lassoes in the skies

You teach me how to fall into puddles of love
Caged and a page from my book, here and there is now
Pray tell me, what is happening to you daughter
Do you have a prodigal son?

You taught me how to drink wails
You taught me how to look into the sea
Of lost soul? In a farewell for twisted souls
Please keep me home, or keep me safe from tomes
Please keep us together when we are part of the lads that fight for madness
As the center pop, the stages stars into
Realized crowded women, and unrealized men
Who watch the movie for the lanes.

Squeeze yourself
Just a pinch
If you can, you can dream on

The girl I liked
Wasn't all I thought
She wasn't made of cloud
But, at least I could touch her
She wasn't as beautiful as the rain
Yet, she nourished my soul
But, such doesn't exist in real life
Unless you leave Instagram
And look hard enough

Looking
Through the
Door
To the Outdoors

Much to the chagrin
Of the wives and girlfriends
My drunk friend in the inn

She wakes up early
As I pass by the hall
Curled up tightly
In her sheets

It's warm outside
She doesn't leave her bed
For it is cold
Inside

The first occurrence of warm diplomacy
Of a presidentially concurrent ceremony of icy handshakes
Was the inauguration of Robert Frost's poetic recitation of a lukewarm reception, but, boisterous rationale
Among the black people, were some on the sidelines
And some white people were freed at last
By threat of a less-traversed path that brought them ostensible freedom
The positive outlook of a friendly face in the midst of this diverging wood
Made the travel worth the entry in my journal
So, did Robert Frost put fire to my soul
The medley of this luck is simply the fire to my icy rubber soles
That tread upon palliating poor relations and the force of nature wasn't inconsequential

Cupid's arrow doesn't miss
Nobody sees, the naked lady woven
In the kiss, of jealousy and envy
Unable to make out the two, but, arrows
Make the difference, and silence the soul
There are only love and unchanging affection, steadfast

Cupid come down from your throne
Look at the weapons you've left weeping
Crying gentle tears, and ten-year-old boy fortified by the challenge
Mortified by the lack of reckoners, apple's lying cut in two
Waiting for the plastic love to cover the ****** up

These people meet so effortlessly
When will I make contact
With somebody
The universe sends signs
I am the only one it denies
Now I have an opportunity
To bring my ideas to light
How will I leave the dark
I need a place in this city

Red sight and blind meteors in the soundless night
The chance is in our blood and the choice in our dream
Wake up if you're dreaming, and the turgid life in your sender's message
Wake up if you're sleeping, and the tumultuous light in your receiver's sights
Everything is not in chance and choice, and I've learned this by making bad decisions and opportune times in lucid dreams
I'm falling, and the fall releases me
And I can finally stand
Catch a fire
The truth won't stand for your laziness
And the statistics don't show happy people
Your lies can follow the inveigled arguments
But, you'll never catch feelings if statistics are just a number