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Believe what you see,
Imagine what you think,
See-through anything,
Bless your neighbor and good comes to those who hail the truth
Try living with a peaceful mind and you'll understand what I mean

Imagine a world with love
Now imagine it with peace
Did you really think we were at war with ourselves?

Maybe you're thinking
You just don't know it yet
If you go looking for the best quality things
You end up looking for the lovely little things
T keep them clean
In that insecurity
Of cherishing non-entities
There are no doubts that what you did was well-deserved
But rest you haven't heard
There's a sleeping dragon in my yard
What the hell you mean you forgot it you ****** fool
If the box under the maze of fire wasn't bad enough.
Well, he just accidentally lit his focus on fire.
Was he looking through that
Purposely, if he were mature
He could perhaps, but, there's no certainty Vicious will need it.
Vicious needs focused and important Red Dragon defuncts and he's looking for these criminals for now.

In the core of the earth
Where the lumbered folk lie
The sleepless sorrows and the humble pies
Never say goodbye
They leave the lambs with a blood red stain
The dawn of the new man could sputter a semblance of poems
They work hard and keep their pay
They work hard and mark their territory
Yellow rivers follow the shores
Often where do the sheerly brilliant trouts go
Amidst the eglantine against the flow
Into the wolves lair and their red ice
Where they have just had their fill
Along the polar lake under the Godly dome

You lost me once or you've lost thrice
It makes no difference
As long as you're mine

You've held courteous glances
In your couplets
Couples swoon to and fro

Kick your shoes off
Offer me a drink dear
Bring that bottle over here

Suicide got you by
The ropes
But the noose
Was loose
Of course
You couldn't feel your feet
on the groundless floor
Flavor of the crime
Got you by surprise
Was it too horrible or bitter
For your taste
Or was the vengeance sweet
As the crystalline amphetamines
Got you in hazy thinking
And in a hurry
To **** somebody sweet
Sweetness comes to those who wait
Success is sweet
You're falling through trapdoor
Amidst the cheering crowd
Tearing apart your neck
At break neck speed
He didn't know
Law lays it's edicts
As it wipes out it's
Reprobrates
Out of their probity
Since rehabilitation is a politician's word
And law is the word
Justice took a turn for the worst
I hope your innocence
treats you right
in the letters you write
to those
closer to your
lies that have been kinda rehearsed
To hide your moniker in the times
For sons and your daughters
and brothers
Who share your remorse

Last year, I had a bottle o' dubious ***
A couple of friends and topsy-turvy musicians
Some beauteous cigarettes and women who had taken to me
I wonder how I took to the alcohol, methinks

A crowd of rushing strangers move past
And freedom is a cheap thrill amidst the noise
Tomorrow is another day and another bottle, ain't it?
I'll die an old drunkard, but the bottle shall never empty

That's the truth my friends
When you'll be old, I'll be young with my fine wine

"God will put us in the fire with a bouquet on our tomb.
I don't know about paradise, do you desire it?"

In the mirror
I see a face
With a broken heart

Fall down in my puddle of love
Child I love my life,
Pray child, can I get my ghoul back from the Tokyo, tonight’s a dream
Dreaming little ‘bout you, you know I would seen it coming
Did you see what Hades did to her with forked lighting?
Ending slowly on the second coming. They conversed with the beginning of military time.
The time left a little unresolved.
Where it falls out, I die.

Laid sprawling in the sheets
Broken and beaten like the leaves
Under the foot of a tree
I never gave up

Tied to the fences
Like a scarecrow amidst the storm
Hung like a conjured cloud
Overhead: addiction

Rehab was a broken place
I needed a place to rest
So, I slept off the drugs
And got up the next day sober

Sunshine, daisies, tulips kept waiting
Hugs, kisses, and girls were promises
I only wanted my life back
It lay behind the gate that stayed shut

Rehab was a broken place
I needed to live my life
So, I forgot the drugs
I sleep off life's problems, brighter tomorrow

Ashes fly like lonely artist within, like the fly breaking the wires Reelin' free air
Sleeping right, instead, I'm dreaming of luck on the streets
Steal your right, instead of fighting the urge to be frantic
Turn your luck into snarky medicinal
Holiday burning up in flames, laze dazed on a hunch
Arcanine, fun being confused by the empty witnesses
Abject humiliation helps scuttle the land
Rehabilitating, titillating and shards scintillating the Tiber
Mending ways, a thing of the indefinite freewill
Unified terrorists looking at there curtains and the pails
Praying for the mail to unfurl
Sleepless like a shuttle, in an electrocuted chair in a four-by-four cell without the pills and supper
Scuttle the land and the last meal ain't free, innit

Mind
You,
Keep track of me
Space
Time
You
Start
I lay the frays of the continuum
Bent by the days of laburnum
Surrounding the gardens of home
Dulcet smells
Are halfway there
Hope,
I'm halfway there
Like an electron I roam
Relying on nucleons
For my mapped momentum
Time is just a stroke of luck

This is the story of a message in a bottle
It was quite the large bottle
That told stories of seafarer journeys
That ended with tempests and surprise
The container couldn't float and what was inside of it
Contained and imprisoned by a prisoner's dream
A ship map in the form of footsteps
Bottles traveling many miles
Only bring for further development
I wasn't sure when being stranded on that island
Was the rescue being charted out by anyone who saw a bottle
Capsizing in the middle of the ocean blue

When you're sad or upset
And the world seems to be against you
Think of yourself first
Remember that you are better than you think you are

If you are down and reeling in the pain
And nobody seems to care
Think of those who do
Remember you mean much more to them than you do to you

Remember,
How your words were short
Raw and immersed in emotion
If you cannot bring that

It is okay
Remember,
Those words were short
Because you said something worthwhile

Before even knowing it.

Stuck in the past
Love music with all my honesty
As much as I love the freedom

Strolling inside cafes
Made me reminisce the
Slow walk I had kept
While treading the balancing rope
Between the relationships and friendships
Taking cup of tea and a snack
Made the place lighten up
But the warmth go away
I felt I was born once again
Away from sadness
Unperturbed by obligation
Of keeping madness at bay
Until I had nothing left to say
To my mend my ways

Love finding that I love talking to you
I am all over it
I suppose
A treasure trove, a confusing cornucopia
Ordinary life can be quite easy
Unless you're trying to better, for somebody else
It's very feeling that keeps you awake
When you should be asleep, with someone else
On your arm and ear to ear, the fan stirs the hairs lightly
Your arduous glances show some dizziness, maybe I'm just livid
But, I remember vividly that you were characteristical about ***
Quite a character, you were an affair, not a friendship
Not a rendering resident in my empty mind
Why goest in thy shiny car, without the single time in the night?

It's a better
To have a jazz cat
Follow you to A flat
I got so drunk and wrote
That I had to quit writing
And I had to become a conman and drunkard
Now, I'm not sure which one I do better
What does it mean?

I have sleepless nights, just like you
And I have basic empathy

A person who repents
Holds too many regrets
Has a small heart unable to express himself
In chaos
Some of us find a road of valor instead
Of opposition to our expression
We seek to be ignorant
When we should be brave
We hate cowards
When we fear that our heart
Cannot accept everyone
We could at least
Work on our fears
And help others understand the courage
The will is inherent and if we understand the risks
We could have substance in this chaotic world order
Some of us never return from our journeys
Some of us never wish to either
That is the story of faults and flaws
We get hindered by plotting out holes in each other
Pushing one another in the game of life
We should have counted the cowards instead of the *******

Someone following me around

I could've made a song
I could've related to
I could've posted
So I broke mid-song
However, tropics kept in the longing
Of song
Of a trending poem
Of synesthesia
Surreal praising
A beautiful feeling
Surreal Slogans
I'm a surrealist in vain
I guess people make good
Audience,
Yes,
This is slam
****!

So you choose this cafe
Of all places to state
Your reason
For existing
For being my delight with caffeine
Sweet

My heart is extinguished
By the cool sun that rains
Like blues and blue skies
It's just I have changed
Not the skies, they are the same

Stood up by her date
She was inside crying in men's washroom at around midnight
She was lush and plump ready for cable TV
Or a night out in blue jeans or white pants to hide bare buttocks on unknown alleys
Play and pause as the law stood by on gender roles
She was to be mine only
She shared the restroom blues with blue eye Vera Lynn
As she wailed during her weekend in the boy's washroom and had him later
Maybe men's clothes have some plus points such as lose underwear
Which she would wear after a night in my Paris
Last I saw her, was in her happiest haze
I'll smile on this dead planet just for these stories where jealous hearts sing equity
My heart will smile too like I heard moanin' Jack Daniels and overleaped
I'll please and release myself
Or must I be shackled and bound by general propriety
Look at the one who handles the loom with unseen unction
Pray observe the ones who do less than brew tea for parties and let dogs out for a walk
She liked my simple things and I liked that
My love story ended when here it began for her once more

We need blue ice
And air
Your hair takes
My breTH AWAY

When you fall asleep you leave
Me in bed like a ******

But, you waking up always drags out that champion
Hey, your thoughts might like the breeze
But, trust my gut?
If you read me you might never leave me
I have my head about, in this land of dreams
Why do you have to make it here?
When, do you have to make it here?
What, is a question of substance, but, not now
Just let your passions follow you cinderella

Perhaps a stone throw away
Are our children
In Old age

A voice
An echo
Of a distant past

Is there a right or wrong
Being on the phone
Start with the front
I got the white breath
I am dragon
A flow my anger
THeir's the heat and rile
Of the toil in the Earth soil
Of the old beans
And the land of where Pharaoh died
Is it the Sphinx
Or the answer to the rebellion of questionable reason
Moreover heavy in the afternoon
Look after my old baby mama
It's my mountain dog
I got one from my old hub in the neighborhood
It needed to be freed
But I fed it some truth about the world
With food, you can make this world your chartered journey
Without food, you don't' have the nostalgia that grows in
A speech that is driven by frenzy and the haze of voiced of jaded
There's no more stealing and imprisonment in a veritable diplomat
And his direction of lobbying his guarantee of studying the prudence of the land
Does our President gain is it a try or a way to fight crime
Summoning sycophantic souls and bringing freedom
There's some earnestness in wanting peace
Or freedom on the streetlights of smoky place where I had a neighborhood
Gonna go sleep and the world ain't so dangerous
Burned down the ghetto run over by the loose crime]
And the faces and thraces
Stationery prisons thickening the chains
Stagnating breath can't carry the chains of crime and punishment
Billowing the president's tenor that is getting thinner in the world
Do we have a prudent man in our society that isn't suffering
But the role's clear, pressing matters are there among us

I'll find you
I'll find you soon

In the cerulean
Beyond the empyrean
Sits heav'n
Amidst the ethereal
Kings gaze at the arboreal
Aftermath of a punished protean
Player in life's game of profit and ruin

I'm at the cliff of existence
Looking down at my friendships
And lack of innocence

Lies stare at my face
And liars and scammers hide their's
As I try find a trace of truth
In this world for me and you

The purple sweater
Caressing her
Ribs and caged heart

Feet
On the blue waters
Of shared bleak winters
Redness
Of cheeks
All of the colors
Of the wind
Stopped by the
Purple turtleneck
Sweater

Verse A
Read the poem, begin reasonably
You and me and my dog
Too many people to tie together
A long lost feeling keeps them tied
For poetry notes in the turgidity of dying dogs and crying children in rushin' in tatters, monochrome pants, and tiny spits
Of fire coming on tattle giant of le plus femme, forlorn furrowed eyebrows loop deliciously
Children need dealing, metro streets in this dystopic inventive seas

Hey there
You there
Standing with the director
In his chair
Talking about the right actor
Slick back your blonde hair
While you’re mouthing to him

Talking about the movies
Sends you into a hitch
Time to talk about that *****
Who is up next
You know you’re not in the right situation
It’s time for the nation
Let’s go again
For the new generation

Looking at the congressmen
With badges pinned across their *******
And a politically-correct three-piece suit
With their largess
Drenched in sweat
Driving the rally into the unknown folly
To fear the unknown people of foreign cities

More than just a sign
It’s all in our precious time
The high-rollers
In their representative fashions
Taking over the world
And committing all the crimes
But that is just all they do
Let’s be moving on too

What about the generals, brigadiers and captains and colonels
With their epaulettes and patriotic decorations
Conspiring against the nation
Like chameleons
Thanks to their post
With ideas
Those are insidiously of corruption
As they stand host
To nations feasting on war
And diplomacy at the most

Political amusement isn’t it
The dichotomy of having aliens
Deported
And these braver politicos star in their expensive overcoats
See themselves getting promoted

It’s rather fun
When the bourgeoisie
With their Large brim hats
To protect them from the sun
Cash in
More money and hate
More than religious faith
Innocents supposedly drowned in sin
Don’t know when good will begin

With the Catholic Church
Being a prison of beliefs
Since the inception of time
Changing political opinion as we speak
Which brought forth with it unnatural urge
Hilarious isn’t it when politics starts to stink
When the crowds go berserk as they scream
For more religious retaliation and a lost dream

Fun isn’t it
For the vengeance seeking righteous prisons
Who wish their prisoners burn in the crimes
That they spin
Before they can live out of those times
And their whims

But who is to blame
The heart isn’t tame
Is it God
Who has made it rough
For the virtuous inferno of actions
That has been extinguished by the holy water of circumstance and disdain

Isn’t it easy to blame our surroundings
Rather than our actions and our fate

Bringing up codes, and encrypting data, making theories of our own
Having anger issues, lifeless opportunist, fail every scheme
Are we on the timeless trace of being on the same page
Jimmy Page, are we talking about the influence of honest people?
Writing, and suspending and hiding behind the ambivalent
Feelings, and deafness, in Cohen's songwriting
It took to me sleeping on my sides, with my torn pages laying them
Believe in your individual soul, are we hidden in bounds of songs of hate and love
Looking into civilized citizenry, are we truly unbecoming
We reveal more than what we see, or can we look away
Amnestic, it looks like peace again, or noiseless?
He died with loveless purpose and the silence of crime and punishment, and that's where our observed sentence, ends needless to say?
The journeys seem like the conflict of the future, we are selflessly emancipated, amicable people of many educated toppers
We might look to go to better places, we might be miles off
Raising torrents, lovely rains, the journey ends in the blink

Writing lives, I draw myself to my unregistered war, looking to yield my progeny
Persons and prohibited people can be aggravated, can we friends meeting together at the justice or the jejune sense of adolescence
We could find resolution in our own caveats and deride, and rob ourself out of the potential for echoes of your thoughts
That can be called out as ideas of some other person's open book
Or you read him/her like an open book?
Wanted her to live or die with a graceless look?
Did you find your own identity or falling in love?
Didn't we do this before, behemoths broadcasting my edict and red concussions?
Doesn't this sound suspicious, and lucid and obvious, we were never really imperfect?
Do you handles and shoes come with the bags, or shoulder your erudition, by the educated mind that looks like
You can keep those cars, and think why the hell would I reserve myself to the life of a convict?

I run my fingers
Down her hair
Get entangled by the color
Of blushing skin

Golden hair like the sun
Crimson blush
Likened by the sun rising
Darker than the nights I had
My morning glory

Three times
I took from the lake
Now I look at my reflection
I find that my face doesn't
Look any cleaner
It's raking with traces
Of my cases
The farther I go from
The pond
I closed in on
A real sunrise
Came on the lake of law cases
Finding my place in the sun
On the golden pond
In the distance
there was the lasting
Of reaping reveries

The fire in your eyes when you sip your cocktail
Lips pursed as your heart beats fast and heavy
Breaths slow and steady
Elated by my presence

We haven't seen each other for quite some time
But you've visited my dreams every night
A thirst that invigorates me
I think of you with so much love and affection

Wanting you more with every part of my being
My essence pours through your soft skin
As I ravish your body, tasting your lips
Hips hugging my waist, as the tide rises

Waking up next morning
Holding me in your arms, legs, and waves of thick hair
There's light inside that hasn't gone out
There's comfort knowing that I'm in your heart

Cleaning washboards
On the back of my president lane
I am the reflection of a world
That was once ours
That died when we lost faith in the system
The centuries remain the same
I'm a dead president still alive
The song remains the same
"Hang 'em"
On the bloodied walls of underground thoughts
Life's do or die, and the washboards lose the cut up bones
A dog dug the ground and hid the frenzy

Dig sally up

Even though you can't fly
You can still dream
About the sweaters that
Your family bought you
Or easily think
about the grandmother
Who brought you up
With clothes together
And with innocence
You say goodbye to your
Clothes and your home
And you're going places
as your honor
leaves in the straits of decision
But it is pride pure
Pure isn't it
However, we go down the
Worst roads
And come back the best paths
Hope that the old geezer
Goads
God the hermit
God the one waiting for you back stage
Keeping an eye on your performance
Keeping away all the strangers
You meet strangers
Through God

When we travel
We leave our troubles behind
And our anticipation on our mind, and elation up ahead

They say space is without gravity
If an astronaut tries to land
He will need a hand
They say space is empty
Only celestial bodies fill the emptiness
If a galaxy fades, no will notice this
Space isn't all that I pictured it
Yet, Earth is in need of it
That's why it rockets around the asteroids and debris

He took the bomb
To the Jack and Jill hill
The mountain took him downstream
Can we set fire to the rain
Asked the guy who kissed the sky
Leading the ballots of bucket lists
We coul care less and fill the bucket a little less

We took back the bomb and their minds had changed when they reached rock bottom
Rocking the avalanche it's coked hearts and blanched looks

When walking
With worn out
People
From constructed
Cities
Remember
To keep two steps
Behind
You
For the dreams
That got left behind

The reprisals of your life
Cuts like the role of a comedian
In this sad tale of redemption and humor
Where we may be clowns to God, but, positive to each other
Someday, I hope we live up to this standard

In card games
From players in strange paintings
Heroes often exist
We shall call them the jack of spades
That dig their own grave
Until, the lamp burns
The card is exchanged begrudgingly
From player to player
Looking for works of art
Is this romance of the evening
The delight of wine
The tinkering of glasses
And the somnabulant progress
Of the card game
Enough for us to gamble away our lives
Like rolling stones that gather no moss

I read your poetry
I really do
I'm sure, you see it too
The hellos and goodbyes of diverging routes

Say you want to be a fish
I will catch you
Like a falling Lord
If we are cruising like ships
The lilacs would bloom
Say our love is like stargazing
I pick you out
Among the most beautiful galaxies
Bewitched like angels and air
Wrecking heart be still like
Earth wind and fire
Often birds fly during evening
These are some things we watch
As we have time to lay supine
Next to the frescoes of Jesus and Mary
Underneath the belly of a Basilisk
Vehement protest comes from the hall
They told us love is forbidden
But, the last kiss moves earth
This world is not ours
At least we have shared poignant time
I'll believe you'll say I hate corny jokes

I used to be scared
When I heard you sing
I used to be scared
When I heard you pray
I loved you
The moment I let go of my fears