The see-through room
It's a window
Longer than captivity held by the bars

Through the desert
Holding reigns of a horse
Feeling no wind for a boat
With a sail
The rains don't call to me
With my heart full of remorse and pain
The journey seems rough
But my place in the rain brings love
To my blunt shape
In the suns and sands
Of the desert
With no rain
The sound of my voice
Rings through the plains

The crowd was silent
And there was no preaching
There was only murmur and prayer

Why are your eyes full of
T
E
  A
    R
      S
When your heart is as cold as
ice

The 1,2,3,and n....
In the even sheep
Don't you have a fence of number of fences
Stuck with the trances
With traces of your shade
Of the heartbroken charde
I never delivered so liberal a time
I'm confused for stop and forgot show, autograph
A compelling record
I must express a little doubt
A stunning time, a ssudden revered soul and you doubted me before
A long time before in Detroit
It wasn't the North
I'm lost
I'll take from the top
Before I get low
So where girls at, there song for the start cap
Continue the syllabus of literature excellence
I never amuse with a victorious gain
I love the way you spin

I got a passion to write
But the heat's too much
To preserve the paper
Of my thoughts
Writer's block

I want to curl
In a tree, drying
Listening to the breeze

She loves my comedy
Like she enjoys popcorn
Yet, munches on Woody Allen's nuggets

She loves my guitar
Like she enjoys whiskey
Yet, she gets high on Highway Star

She loves my singing
Like she enjoys coke and tv
Yet, she is enchanted when Hozier plays

When I wrote a musical
She only got an artist
In sweatpants, drinking coffee

Some letters lay near the bed
For the last three days, half read
My day gets a little tougher
As she's been on my mind lately

I'll lazily stretch my old joints
Yawn a little and tousle my grey hair
My legs feel heavy as the clouds before a rain
If I wake up to the thought of her again

Entering a spiral of despair is so so easy
Staying afloat is the hard part
And a stroll always clears my head
My mind can wander

But in my heart
I've carried the pain of old love
I've carried the weight of old regrets
Now, I'm nursing old wounds

When the night comes
The breeze will rush
The spirit of dawn will caress my soul
Telling me today will be different

But it isn't really
Because everything I do is for her
So I'll learn to live for myself
As time heals those wounds

She is so loud
Bright too
I wonder why she talks
If she can never love me

Like the moon
That comes out rarely
Maybe or maybe not
I am too old

To be the young fool
In love
Sell your hair
For a jar of moonbeam

We will never touch
The diamonds that the sky
Has in abundance
For the rich gals

And the grounds hides
Any promises
That I cannot keep
Like my ashes to sleep

The first time
I laid eyes on that shy iris
It was my heart that burst
Now that we meet for the last one
My heart is buried
Your eyes have become dangerous

Find someone with those legs
Stand up and move forward
Keep your heart strong
My sweet Iris

Much like unhappiness
Can cause few fights
It can cause a few of many starry-stuff
If it’s hard to explain
Try harder, and become one with the stars
Happiness, will shine together with comeliness

I might be strange
My dreams seem strange
It takes familiar things
To calm me down
Yet, all of these frivolous things
Feel
Strange
A political poem on the front page
A love poem in my inbox
Seem familiar, yet
Never make it
Like a ship in darkness
Very strange

I rushed into the sea
When I spotted some land
The tough sailors asked me to stop
I told them to wait and stand
Soon, I realized we were on a sinking boat
Someone had pulled the plug hole underneath
The captain told us to save ourselves and hold
They left me hanging from the trees, as they rowed away from me

The crowds cheered for us
As we made I back and forth
Turns out there was a hole again
The laughter faded as the water poured in
When the slaves jumped out from inside and swam again
The people left for their homes, hurriedly
The captain told us bring some buckets
And away, away the shipmates swam away

The banks called as I made it back home
Asking if I had money to consume
They wanted to see me
As I hadn't paid the loan
I wrote them a letter as a plea and said no
They wrote me one and asked me if I had a plan
I send one back and it said "None."
As I fled across the country
They caught me half-way with bags in my hand

You talk too much
You tie your shoes wrong
You love the wrong woman
And live in the wrong country
You like flowers
And don't have girlfriends
***** tonky women crawl anyway
If you want someone's love
You cry for mummy
Dad takes you to school
Can you ever be enough To get me in my birthday suit
**** me off
Turn me on and shut off the music
Fill me up
Live it up and keep calm
Keep calm or just keep dreaming
If you want my love
Your dreamy eyes won't work
Your dreamy biceps
Your dreamy grin
Won't work on me
Did you do it to look to nice on TV
Or take me for a nice weekend
Stop dressing like that
And start flirting and stop drinking
Maybe, mix some gin and tonic
Maybe be grotesque, but, don't be a sensation
Pretty asinine boy
Your mood swings
Will leave me in a stupor
Be yourself
You are a super trooper
Just invade my ship for ****'s sake
I wanna be with you
Yes, that's true
I'm a shipwreck without you

The tempest of the wine
That keeps me drunk
Thou art keep me drowning with
My breathing
With bliss

Don't get hooked
On the past, and let the fun
Ruin you

People can be pretty
Or pretty despicable
At least it's pretty

You had your shot
At your dreams
It is impossible now
The stars are too far away

The dandelions leave
As the sun that will not understand
You wait for the night to pass
Everyday

The stars are too small
Messes up my mind
When I clear my head
I lose the ones shooting down to come closer

She brighter than life suffers
Capitulating offers
You keep within
My name
My experiences
With a suffering compromise
My identity unfolds
As I relax
Myself
Keeping my goals
In the outlook of progress
I may hit crossbars
But the goal
The minutiae
All larger
Sporting of rage
Within a shooting carnage

Lying on my bed
Sun enters
Laying on my bed

Some smoke comes from the window
I wonder if it is you burning
In anticipation, with a lit cigarette
Ashes to ashes
Dust to dust, as is spoken
At every deathbed

I like to write
About love in short
Because what comes next
Is always unexpected

I like to write about
Heartbreaks in length
Because a soul is lost
After it is broken

I like to write about
Broken hearts in short
Because what comes next
Isn't "always"

The alma mater in the rubble stone choir
Palma's inert presence snores in these buildings, present
This I ask you if you have made haste with tis' Teide and fallowed
With the land of women and reams and always arousing
Or looking for them, in the indignation and distinction of divulging per
So, you're tied between antibiotics and vancomycin and ******

In fossilized forests
Of evergreen
Streams flow
Stoically
Because snow hides
The furry canine species
Away from the caribou
Herbaceous and sought after
They approach the gelid waters
With the eyes of the wolves
Seemingly pernicious
And deadly
Somehow
From somewhere
A hermit enters
Without any care
To hunt from the same shore
Ensnared by the bloodied river
Forlorn

Sharing loneliness
With someone
Specially silent
Amidst the crossing
Of Tokyo
Still you seem missing

Nothing is louder than silence
No sound is more pure than
The soundless meditation of souls
And the beating of innocent hearts

Yet, I look for beauty
In an hourglass figure
Behind the reflection of a mirror
The condensed dew of a morning sapling

I know I will never find someone
To complete me in the ways you do
Hell and heaven oppose each other
While silence and emptiness are the closest of friends

Most women
Want to stab me in the back
But she didn't
She was just confused
The moment she held the knife
The world went quiet
Her heart throbbed a little
Better to take the pain
Than to take a life
Right?

The drive that settled the mumbling crowd
The sepulchral sound
This was the corporate counting their change
Chasing after trains
Gun holsters completely covered in dust
The face is burnt beyond examined, and belief
Strikes on the mud of existence
An illiterate examination of this would be a pass at life
Or miss this chance, counselor
That ******
Those accounts
Too many layman waiting to taste
The political dogma
Of dog's howl from delight
In Elderberry Moonlight
Finally woken up to the purple haze
Of signs and prodded by the ******* her shoulder
Telling its gonna be a good time
Really feeling free in her breezy relations
The childhood ignored all those mistakes
I am left for different strokes
Time's done, and time's now
Signs are changing shades
The lace bra still sticks around her weighty *******
The following gnome too short for her limited point of view
That's why we broke up too

Buffeting the souls
The proclivity of doubt
Keeping the crowd happy, in the same old sound
You think I'm dumb, I wanna know when you're amen to the amends
I don't wanna wait for another love, waiting in vain for the right one

People say they don't know
I keeping the fire from your hands
I burn my foolish soul, with your open hooks
Singing and dancing all at one
Tune for all the dancers in the flickering lamp hanging behind the door

I find your light while waiting for untruths on the bleeding lady
I'll wait to find myself in love
Learning how to add to the sheltered beds serving the company
People say they don't know me, I don't know you either and your time

My music could be forever
Is this love I'm feigning, feel your life say truths in captivity
Touch my heart, with your shrouded glance near the river of sorrows
People say they don't know me, they don't know what is hiding
Is this love fleeing thy will
What is this death on the valley of souls burning bright, that flows in the ground

Or shining like cars circling the buses following the swirling record stores
The pin marks the head in silence

Black for
The night
Black by the night
Black all through the night
The white light
Of white lines
Chalked out
On a reticent river
The teaching of owls
The flying times
Pass me by
Aging passes me by
If I were an owl
Or a bat
The dark would
Shine in my eyes
The night would
Chime
With my reverberating
Sound and screams
The day keep me
Asleep in the light

I'm heralding you in sin
My sights, years pass by in dim dins
Light in pearls of wisdom, oyster requires
Understated silence, clasping us close us to the theological brilliance
We are children in front of Goddesses and humble in the abode of idols
We follow our idols or surpass them, with love can fire up many and change a ton of minds
Chasing our sepulchral souls out of this freeway looking for a kick, and getting a couple of punches in the process of effable ecstasy
Pedestrians can freely run by the festering wars, happy that they are crossing the pursuit of happiness
Once in awhile, fiery and in disguise
Her eyes of crosses, and semaphoring sails signaling the end of a frothy journey, free at last
Tombed and gilded in marble and ancient stone

Jonah is still stuck in the whale
We just don't hear his wails, we just read about 'em in steadfast books
And hear about his cries in the houses of Saturday and Sunday
Going on colder nights, looking for the worldly life in the fast lights
Fatuous umbrage and freights fall into the beauty of intuitive love
I once had a photo, I clicked it and then went on it again
Heralding my sins, and making amends with my lost virtue
Virtuous and happy
And they say happiness lies neither in vice or virtue
Holding the Virgil to the light, and the ****** to the dancing dark

You can't hear me
But, I can
Prove my voice is real
Standing without reason
Like a silver and gold statue
Opulent and meant for tourists

I've been unfair to you, my fire
In the midst of my storm of lies
I have hid the truth from many eyes
That you are the best thing in my life

The wisest friend that God could give
To a fool
Whatever comes, I'll never
Forget you, my shine on the greyest days

Freewill and inane, it got me tin-men
In the mirrored men, the selfish shells, that claim destiny
With the clams holding pearls of presently precious
Haranguing, the steps of the bedroom
The holding to the embarrassing forum, the childhood climb
The ladder's a light away, and tunnel unfurling
Mirroring the world, cars that flash-by give me the senescence Simplicity is innocence, without the age
Homeless and heralding the jazz of the lost-ages, the last of us
Stilletos, tax-cabs culminating into one free-speech station, and dream theater
The electric relaxation and steely epicures are ringing like wood-wind instruments
Here is how, and I'm living too deep like the slippery silver morning
Fear is how we sleep, with the midnight spoon
Afraid of the dark, learning light can come in the next induced thought, in your nightmares
That's why I don't like questions that don't have answers, but, it's an honor to be questioned properly
Answers can be questioned, as long as they free your imagination
If you hold your success, you can hold imagination until the very last breath
Thinking about the inherent goodness and utility of that non-living thing
That opens to doors, that cannot be short of the theory
That's why I'm scared of my own beliefs because they test my desires
Fear is good when used for getting another word, silence.
That's the world without words, like Jupiter, and Mars
Far and apart from the Solar energy, but, part of the revolution
Towards the heaps of Asteroids, and heat of gaseous modes
In our humble abode, fluid like the water expanding like the gases
Our Universe, truly an immaculate conception, if we thought about myopic inception
Without sight, we created the World
The world without words works like the eye in the sky
Shine on you crazy sky, with the lucid perception of changing the sheen

I suppose because of the approach to poetry
I might not be taken seriously, and for
Such purposes, I venture on making a premise
A sudden purpose you may call it in similarity
To pellucid and amiable as a similitude

The closer winter comes
It becomes a little colder
It's kind of poetic because of the wait that never runs cold
Winter comes, I hope the road is open to growing old

You left without telling me
About the flamingos, you were with
So, now I have to put my foot down

If the last leaf falls from the barren tree
As the flowers turn frail, cold, and dry
In the deepest darkest times
Where the soul cannot find the light

When the heart turns to nature
With the sun and moon as its guide
During the wintry depths of desperation
On the darkest nights when the stars collide

In this losing battle called life
We're meant not to win or conquer
Our aim is for the sky with feet rooted to the green
Finding beauty in the smallest of things

Let's write of simple feelings
Simple times and simple flings
Why complicate it with an open dictionary
Let your words flow, you are the true visionary

Let's open our hearts
And see the clockwork that spins
And spins so lovingly
Until it stops on seeing beauty

Let's free our minds
And see what liberates it
Its love, my friend
And our heart understands it

You silence the crowd like a spoken poem
Well, you are as holy
That you could be a pilgrim's hat
You are as pretty as a pillow
Like a patient stretched under the light
You are as pure as rage

I remember you
I don't wanna miss a thing
But when I remember the kisses
I can't get you out of my head
And I simply cannot get your nose out of the way
Who nose,maybe we will meet again

You should stop working
For money and start laughing
And start living for just living to jest
Never stop short of making a living and working as a log
Dog days are jokes for the affinity to a lazy afternoon
And you can make a killing
A penny for your thoughts
A brass farthin' for your catatonic piano, mail on Sundays and the same ol' thing
You want to become better at life and greater at living, do not stop short of looking up
If your job allows you to look up, then do so by all means
If by any means necessary, you cannot look at the stars and are blind to the meteors
Your life will never find a purpose or meaning, that's common sense
If you are willing to do that, you have learned the art of living and aren't concerned with the ones already dying
If you are living on a prayer, you can stop dying for peace
Enjoy life! C'est la vie!

Down by the desert
The symbol of
Tumultous time
Reek of thirst
Cactii
And camels
emanating with
the vastness
of the land
of sand

This is a little
Embarrassing
So please sing

I am yours, and I have had enough
The strawberry Fields are now black
Like the yellow sun in a solar eclipse
What men do in love
Do wrong in marriage
Like so many women make love and celebrate it
In the cathedral, everyone comes and goes
So do friends and foes
Where are the women now, now the world turns in reverse
Little by little, we might make better days
When the alcoholics stop falling through puddles
And understand the ripples of time cannot be seen only made

Years have gone
It would be fun
If it didn't end all in just one day of divine romance
Where creation and maintenance falter
Deep purple of fruits lurch into drifting purple haze
Yellow dandelions turn white and fly like cotton seeds
And sunflowers turn to the Sun, to be yellowy ash
Because I do not hope to turn
Not tomorrow nor today
As I desire that man's story
And that man's destiny
Never looking at my past
I will finally have mortgaged my soul
Where spring shall never come to the world
The judgement of man is in his esteem
And his prestige in his distinction
"We are on the verge of extinction"
Singing among the nightingales

My mother needs no metaphors
She has abstruse meaning of her own
A music in her rhythmic voice
But, over the years she has jaded

Become fragile, and her temper often mercurial
Her heart curls up as cats do, purring softly
My love she may not endear, and the fights have gotten worse
Especially now, but sometimes I get faded too

Her heart now has a music of her own
I've forgotten the tune
She once sang to me
Now that voice is raspy and frail

Music of the soul
Grey areas of the heart
All live in coexistence
I look up at the rain
The shadows exist in the sun
Of our great days
In our better days
We were people
Loved and cherished
By girls that aged beautifully

Under her pile of books in college
She keeps a smoked cigarette
Sooner than later
She'll be piled up
Late late late her boss cries
She wakes up
She has now started snooping for greets
The secretary much to her chagrin signs out
She loses her daughter and becomes her paperwork
No one told her school is easy
Keeping a job requires sedulity
And working two jobs deserves an honor
Now the boss laughs when she came late
She snoops from the desk holding life
With a halo of sordid affairs
She manages to feed her children while she rubs their backs
Welfare stamps and everything
She is employee of the year
She has got a car
That she can turn on
As one holds such power
Over there supervisor
Business trips take first priority
She gets the family package
She can be with her family
Or maybe keep them together
No missing faces in the picture
She cries

The rivers talks of love
Floods when it hears my pain
Washing away the apparition of boughs that are broken

A friend of mine calls
In the stormy night
She cries on the phone
Says she wants a lover

She's afraid of being on the run
She says she can't be on her own
She needs someone to hold her close
I can't let her go

She lets me be her only recluse
Soon she will have to choose
It will tear us apart from inside
We'll share hearts that have died

We will be singles on this night

I know she's scared and doesn't trust
I know she thinks that I can change
But, I can't change the way I feel
I see just the two of us

It's tense, I tell myself quickly
I'll tell you, no matter how you tell it
There's no way to run from the truth
She knows it too

We're like two parallel lines
Never bound to meet
Except when we look back in time
They seem to fall into line

We will both be singles on this night