Love isn't the answer
To every question
But I still love her

This is the start
I might be thinking about you
Soon, I'll feel lost

Is this love true
Or do I just forget
About what I've been through?

Is this love real?
I have so many questions
Just ask me why.

When I was born
I remember how much cried
When I came into the wretched world
Waiting to grow up and see my mother
But, her warmth didn't last
So I grew up
And the world grew louder
And my voice grew softer
The cries when I was born
Stayed in the past
No one heard me say that I never wanted
A place on Earth
I have a small place
But, a big responsibility

I, often, see famous people
Stuck inside a job like a grave
In a cemetery, like an empty notebook
That ought to be rife with full verses
With you, I am always empty
Being hungry is better
It's a nice kind of emptiness
When everything seems to make no sense
We suffer from a similar indignation
Romance is a solitary expression
Of great affection and beauty

When you wandered into my life
The dark room filled with sunlight
But there's no way you could know
I loved someone long ago

Her gaze
Her hair
A soulful song, I played on repeat
So many times that it has lost its meaning

Now I write your name carefully
Across the seams of my heart
Where it has been ripped apart
Repeatedly, repeatedly, you wouldn't know really

Date night, pretending to hate you
Resultant relaxation brings that, innocent look
A twinkle in your eye, uncountable like the planets
The windows to your soul, soulful like the clear water
That fills our glasses, unconditionally like the love you hold
Risking it all on our feelings, that's my devotion to commitment
A song that lasts
Stays with me in my heart
Like a bird that chirps hello
It never says goodbye
Because goodbye is far too sad and sudden
A sincere thought towards your life
Is like a caged bird that sings
I keep forgetting these memories, to forgive you for your mistakes
The fire of heartache
Is like a burning desire
A song that lasts
Stays with me all the time
Stays with me in my heart
Like a bird that chirps hello
It never says goodbye
Because goodbye is flying away to a land of wetness and dried out rivers
Like tears in the rain

The natural look that should be found in eyes
Comes from beautiful presences
Cumbersome, as it is the eyes are of the essence
The body is for rest and decision
You move and you are what you think
Either engrossed by moving or stuck in a lucid dream
Are you naturally connected by the feeling of what moves you to the core
Simple romanticism makes it rather difficult for us to understand how basic is this primal instinct
Is it really ancient or are wired as being who made up by some kind of pseudo-pixie dust
The body is vitiated by errors
I still look out for your features in other tendencies of pedantic behavior
I like my women like I like my thoughts
Calm and composed like the constellation of Cassiopeia

The average worker can work for 15 hours
A man can provide for his children a meal a day
Children lose the ability to educate themselves
Once they start work, a stated routine, a stated marriage
They are someone else's property
Man is the only creature, that let's their fathers die in the jungle
And their mother die in someone's arms
Man is the only creature, that can tan-hide his brother
But, there is a stated routine for the brothers
For the brothers need to be bred for work
Like milked cattle on milch barns
All standing in long lines waiting for the next mile of grass
Man can **** man over some grass and coke
By grass I mean land
By coke I mean a limey drink for 20 cents
I guess men could be better without their possessions
Imagine it without the drugs or bummed smokes
Imagine life without the movie stars and all the signs
There is a stated routine in how we keep buying
Putting our mattress kings to sleep on cushioned beds
While our workers eat the pavement and dirt every fine day
Like I said man can **** man, over money and love
How ironic that money buys love.

All of the days when the skies
Are soft and cloudy
The night like trees
Grow high up above
And when the rain falls down
I seem to be lonely
Thinking of love and compassion
The day falls in line with the heart
At the end of the rope
There is a tire hanging
A sleeping man lulls in a hammock
Peace is easy and creeps in suddenly
My life is a sum of my lows
In the highest places
There is only the darkness
That carries me
I always wondered what destitution is
Or where I would be
If my life would be a lonely road
In the heartbreak, you'd be passing by
Crossing my heart, till I hope to die

You can restore yourself
Heal your loveless heart if you must
Because the love you have now
Is just an idea of what is about to come
I am talking about the journey
You will cross many roads
Meet many beings of strange souls
Some may not even have souls
I do not mean evil, but, anything
That has words has no soul at times
Imagine, a parachute that tears mid-way
But, saves your life
These are what lush pastures in the mind present
The living daydream that human consciousness is
And nightmares that dreams are to many men
That live in the past

The time might seem
To fly
When the memory dissipates into thin air into a fugue
When time went
To fly
We left like birds from a red sky in the vagrant sky

The trains pass
Me By
Faster when stuck in Reverse
Relativity I Guess
The car's seem slower
When I look at the Moon
And its craters
Thinking about the creator
My prayer is heeded
At first
Glance

I walked into a field
Full of dragonflies
The trees seemed to stand with purpose
As well as drooping in the heat

It was time, when the pleasant skies were grey
As the sounds of the wind mingled
With the noiseless wings of a thousand airplanes
Flying without care or a destination

When I looked into my memories
I was reminded of how small the sphere of life was
Then, I reminisced those leaves in the haze
Of a thousand dragonflies fluttering in the breeze

Life seemed worth living again
With my dog right by my knees
The rain now pours outside
It is a pity I cannot be with those angels.

When you look at Maria Kondo cleans your apartment
You wouldn't find mind it when she throws away
The Trump toaster in the kitchen

Cold heaven could you be like this
Still, time keeps looking at my vigilant whites
The timekeeper on this eternal gaze on loveless souls
We could be like this, and remiss by the straits of direct derelicts
Understanding the giant
Is by being in its shadow
Like a heron
I put my beak in the water without a heart that dies
Like a fish
Escaping this forgone breast of civilization flowing freely
Mollient like money
Crying tears in demanding work without wage and a light at the end
Order and occults are all part of the same isthmus of divine love

If the universe
Works in your favour
Watch out for what the hell
The world has to offer

I'll look at your heart of rock
The stretch of highways, a treasure left for us
Telling us of the miles left for us, waiting to be walked
Too bad, we couldn't be friends here, on this road to heaven-sent
Road to redemption, antecedents look at us from buried stones and treasures, unless we cross the river of the Buddha
Maybe, I'm still extracting out it's meaning

You want to direct your own future, without calling it your own
Your genius is your own
So are your desires, your own

The yellow lamps
Lace the streets
Avec une fluorescence
Mapping the feet
Of the yellow jackets

Lining the French cities
With justice and liberté
In their hearts of innocence
Pure de coeur

They hide in places
Shying away from the police
Nouer leurs lacets
When tear gas brings contortion
On the French faces

Macron must resign
"Demission marre de taxes"
In a democracy
The streets in tatters
The violence undone will leave
No traces
Of the Auberge Du Coeur

June made promises
That I plan on keeping
It was July who kept Them forever in missed dues
Next year, August, handed me my month's notice saying I missed you
Will have a new checklist for two week's pay for you
Thanks to the writers of gossip columns and sausages to assuage my guilt too
As I have my feet and heart dreaming of the obscene odes on widowed pavements
Where I cannot live with a family, a truth
Such are the streets, as homeless people are always broken fools
Wisdom or unwisdom
With or without you

Pithy equivalence shine
Like the morning sunrise
Daydreaming, likewise
Breaking Benjamin, growing and bodied
embodied, the sonic youth of our strychnine daze and streets
The gap between, the suicide solution of the resolute of the bullish crowd
Looking for narcotics, and mingling with the steely neighbors
Rhymes with the ancient antediluvian efficient, crows and the parliament all fly out of free-speech
Controlling our brave needs and enslaving our politesse with laughter and mirth, the confluence of this total
Congruence with our social institutions assume isn't it if we can ask our government the questions it has been practiced to answer
Sobered up, like me, I might find that this golden pond is yet seen an auriferous bottom

Walks of species
Come at one point
Following the different crossroads
Following Darwinian Psychology
I guess the turtles might reach
At the same time
As the hares
In reality

The leaves are so green
I hate to see them turn gold
Soon the trees will be bare

As we turn old
Till our happiness turns to cold
And the air grows dark

The older trees will look from afar
This is why I find poets beautiful
They bring out the best by far

In a lover who withers like leaves
But has the fragility of branches
A laugh sibilant as crackling violets

But in a heart that is ice
Only fiery gold remains
The atmosphere ethereal dissipates

And the autumnal paths have no shade
Withdraw from the canopies
As the dazzling Sun loses red colour at dawn

When autumn arrives without beauty
In some months, shall my love bring calm and serenity
Or prejudiced by the brilliant glint of the sun
The oceans hold back the breeze and current

As the leaves know their place
I find my forest in peace
With a zephyr in every corner
As fir, coniferous, pine stand tall

The vines have covered its heart and surrendered
Keeping my love in my palms and away
With a sudden rustle and rattle, He signifies the season change
But, it is the age of benediction and the trees are bare

The heart that was placid has become empty
The leaves have turned brown forgetting love and his Godly stare

The reason I listen
Is because of the same song
Reminding me of fragments of you

Red trees
Turn the day
Into dead nights

The new age is what remains
Of what crumbles as it extends
It's sinewy hands on a road of memorable debris
Mixed with memory of rain and the electric heat

What is true as ice and fire
Has turned to ashes soon, as the building in the corner
It joins the rest, like the tears of skies
That are stars which know the joy of freedom

Yet, saddened by their lack of mirth on this earth
I know with isolation comes a need to be noticed
With being noticed comes a need for solitude
What remains of the past is her fur and wainscot of her house

What covered us in a storm
Has gone from the tattered welkin, if it existed
What gave us green on a grey day
Once had shade for weary travelers before autumn fall

Memorize your war anew
Like a violin unused in a room
Roam fields on a red lake
Often evening embraces the placid dew
Certain fallen red leaves in the silver morning left
Gold, yellow and hectic red among autumn's few

Empty words are bleeding
What lies beyond the suffering
As peace comes to no fruition
Part logic and part indecision
After a countless number of thoughts
We all are equal under one, God

My previous life was a sad song
Till you came along
I withstood the pain through and through
To give way to something new

If I would share
To think you'd care
This is when I'd speak to you

When all of autumn falls
As leaves turn brown
On the grass above
Pictures if captured sooner
The moonlight would enrapture

When the breeze swirls
In heavenly curls
Just like the hair that rests on your shoulders
I'd hug you tighter
To feel what is like to get older

You'd hold me at arms length
Telling me,"I can finally love once again."

The end is getting longer.

If cruising ships pass by
Take the next one and say goodbye
If you think we scratch the surface
Don't go as deep as my vinyl shelf
I suspect that
Women have two tragedies
One finding love
And the other is losing respect
If I vilify my records
Will it satisfy your soul
Sinner or saint
I have no past or future
Only the present is recorded
Leave the windows shuttered
As I see the stars from the gutter
Leave with the wine
The vinyl will remind me
Of what was no longer mine

We were forced to see the stars, under the vault of the sky of awake summer
Our children hid in quaint cottage trenches
Jovial, bright burning their flowers
Morbid and miserable perishing to the scent of youth and sound of guns
Thus, a brother lives in the south trench
The sister bends the steel and makes guns for fun
The youngest makes a wild gesture at heavens
The illuminated son comes on the horizon

Hugged by a valley and mink
Pushed into swarms of pink people
In Mediterranean waters, one can feel their warmth and rose sands too
Spread across their skin of nakedness and salinity
Like the Biblical flood that carries shipless waves
That takes away the verdigris moss too
A chorister in the sky sings to open skies of music and staves
Soon, the children of Gods will capsize as ships do

Intoxicated by orchards of red and blue
They trespass the general's chateau
The golden leaves fall, with a crackle and reddish rust in the wet trough
Trees lose their ****** and flare
Abandoning all doves and their penumbra and shadow
Wondering what is ruined, in a hungry fatigue
The children leave their hiding spot, unawate
Only waiting for the bird to tell them to get away

It is time to run from the past
The stars will die and this Earth shall cry
Soon, the war will be over
The flowers will burn with a prudery
As petals curl inwards and hover
After a while no one will feel the humidity
I am still throw pebbles and stones across the road
On the general's chateau
Like Apollo's arrows

Dear lovers,
Awkwardness belongs in the bedroom
Not at the table
We need some leg-room

Here lies the endeth lesson
The believe ends
With the jejunellies stop when the lies
With the dandelions as we garrison the climb the steppe can climb
Here lies the free will lies within the girl
Sighs again
Here lies the pressing mead, measure mulling Axylon
Here we are on the stars and under the stars
Halcyon halo when london burns
You heart burns in London
I left my hands on her ken
I left my heads on her akin
Leaving the burning the stormy ******* women
The jealous ones can live their jealous lives
I wait for the doubts to come
Foolish boor said sanctum caitiff
Sanctorum can live for life on fir trees
I sang with the wild
I traced the wild
I touched the wild
To land on the stale sky
There lies the mon dieu sais je toujour aujour quest ce que sil vous avec pense ecriree
LA nous allons
Le fille de magnique
Le mille du pont connais pas
Francais pas non je pardon ne moi
I'm singing because my heart is silent
THe roses can turn blue
If my roses afternoon falls with the ashes
If my love fails pick at my hate, Teddy Bear
If my journey fails me, I need your silent stare and your wisdom
I feel high, kono kata de kai mono kono warui na
It's a bus, a bus that travels farther than the metro station 4th arrondisement
Howling wind, carry us in he moonlit spoon
I burn myself in a silent way when the weight becomes last
Orange bushes and red roses in the fir trees
Axylon and Pamphyllion
Greater than good lives serfs had found their freedom
Heading out into the world I had lost my love

Take me out
There is a lot to see
If you feel alright

Know your neighbor
If he keeps guns
If the labor is down with disease

Promise your mother
You'll stay indoors
If the apocalyse comes knocking on your back door

I know what you are thinking
I've forgotten how you feel
Once spoken, the love's lost
When you crinkle an eyebrow
I know I have lost you for a second
Now you are no longer speaking to me
I know your words are endless fields of grey
Someday, I know I will remember you
And the words will describe someone else
You have married to this day

With my sad life
Maybe, it could take a joke
Like kids need a lullaby
Or talk like castles in the sand
If it were free
Elope with me like Juliet
And commit me to memories
So, that you can turn over to the next page
Ready for the dream
Life is light
Light is life
Are you lifeless when you are dealing with a new day
Life has no happy ending
Only endless turning of pages
The road turned left
I climbed the hill
And turned and coiled the curled streams
Ever since I had said those three words together
Love finishes first
Without sensibility
Or continuity
Or with confident tune
Or proud stride
Or faithful leap
Like a lapse of judgement
Every new day
Comes with a new tune
But, you might break your heartstrings
So stay alive
You rescue me from my lies
You are the most beautiful woman
I have ever lied to
But, the truth is
That I am not fair enough for your stare
If you have any admirers
Don't tell me so soon
I have a couple of my own
I want a few days with you
I like reading your lips

The things seem good
Maybe the things of yesterday
This haiku was a bad decision

You are good at
Being bad
And shining in other’s light

She flips through the pages of her magazine
Cherishes her wine and perfume in the evening
You can't tell the strain she's been under all the this time
You only see the graceful ballerina and not her dances on fire

Surreal street
My neighbor's house still is green, gates open
Hangs from the clothes line, the halcyon image
Stuck inside these cold walls, a celadon boiling pan
In red and azure, granite and brick lay strewn
Like an unseen wind, that bellows in my neighborhood
Blue is the warmest summer, sun looks like day
When the skies turn to nubile solipsism, night changes
Polaroid of my childhood reminds me of the lost time, stars were fantastic
This was where I grew tanner and older, now we have grown
We just have love in common, there goes the police
Yoking together law and power, a colored footprint
Turning the graves more and more, concrete trees
Exiling the tenants, food for free
Keeping the truth alive though, but hope has died
The missing girl has now come back, with a Siamese cat short
She is on a holiday, in the UK
She reads much of the night, and goes away
Lest the memories feed on her lung, tail and heart
Tales from a storefront, is her only recluse
Her friend is now a balloon

My eyes
Lay on the prize
Of others
My face is priceless
When I do that
My jealousy
A fire that extinguishes
The water of the
Half full glass
Half empty inside
I live to judge people
In the promise
Of living with better people
I am in the halls, banquet people!

In the silken breeze
******* trees stand up to infinite measure
Striped with definite colors
Yellow, black, spotted like leopard fur

The birds chatter, ameliorate the air
Slight tension of docile deers
Inside the forests of fir trees
A sip of darkness as a leopard picks at its teeth

At night when flora and fauna retire
Lakes pass the quagmire
Awake and tireless as the wind
Looking for a bit of solitude

I too wish to sleep like a tender bud
Halcyon as midnight skies
Albeit, twinkling and coruscating
I am still as a reflection on a mountain brook

Sitting in bars
I ask drinks
That remind me
Of the times
I shouldn't have
wasted
thinking too much
Now I drink too much
And think nothing
At all

The rush of the land
The *** is formed
In the minefield
The land and rush of blood
To the head

On the bay of angels
I just saved us heartbreak
Sir, love and forgiveness
Le monsieur parle
We were on our way to the border
We put up a tent under a cliff
To escape the border patrol
"I stumbled across the Marseille postcard
Were you telling lies or you dissemble"

I took my horse, Monsignor
"Après mon coeur!"
Trinkets were for angels
As I implored desolate one save me
Those who believe in fool's glory
Say genius is the sister of poverty
Je ne sais pas commences
Cette chanson d'amour
After all, I love the country over riches

I could not speak its vernacular language
It just followed me
Like an orbicular with clerical precision
Taking an invigorating tour around us
The horse shared the wind
Free men: British, Hessian
Pen to the paper is too much stress
For those who do not understand
I must address problems
Write to no promise
Of riches or compromise
Je te comprends pas
Comment la joie est toujours venue après le chagrin

It's a lovely day
I bring flowers for you from
A green bayou that has become muddied
With our memories

The books lay bare
Strewn like the reeds
And seaweed on the surface of the flimsy
Waters, where water lilies once lived

War and peace lives harmoniously
A cricket beats, a bird sings
The dead land breathes, and so do
I, where the water flows to

When it rains
The cloud with their shapely faces
Seldom hide, although grey

Within the sky, thunder bursts fearless
Carrying clouds back to the earth
Bringing passers to hutted places, leaving merchants penniless

Afraid of being drenched
And judging others
Who seek shelter

Yet, in our innate sadness
Some of us tire of dreaming of better weather
Because our beaten shade is all we have

Walking through towns
I seem to be an outsider
To the kingly crown
That reigning
Amidst the frowns
And the caustic clowns
Rules my life
And what I own
And my presence feels
lonely in the crowd

THere is a sound of a ringing bell
It reminds me of the teacher
I owed in a wedding
She's the wife of the Prime Minister of France
A French Education
Tepid Madame Delacroix
Treat to know a nice lady
Thou art in the greatest marble
But, marbles are too many
They fall from my hands
And get away
From a reconnaissance
A string of lies
Each lie
The hair of that old haggard lady
Still tittilates me