If a swallow
Spends long enough in a cage
It learns to warble
Rather than forage

When it's wings swish-and-flick
The air vibrates
Giving it the flight
It truly deserves

The lively crowd loves us too much indeed
The lovely performer looks us in the eye leer in his meritorious sigh
We could handle our anticipated warning, hurling art across spectral glances of supernatural volunteers
These people would rather sleep than be ghosts in the party
Simply singing, confetti communist architecture, we are all glad Karl
Like kids, we belong to this doltish crowd full of hope and greed
Our dreams protect us in these urchin-laden streetlamps, many of them holding the paper eating their senses
I am me, you are youthful tides
You are in the spring of your pubescence
Judge Gideon sings to us our verdict, laying faith in the party

We once shared the same songs
If I'd focus, I could hear what you hear
All I needed was to let my heart act as a sail
You made me let go of fear

My faith has gotten stronger
The storm has turned into a nervous song
A song of the rain has morphed into a shelter of the mind
This power can right the wrongs in my life

But this planet will die, and so will the vile
So I talk all night about something pure
You will see that I have a life
I can't lie to you, you know I'm broken and poor

You have created a hole in my heart
There is a hunger that aches for your art
But I have waited too long to not start
I joke to everyone that she's **** smart

The wind changes speeds and the cities fall asleep
I could go oceans deep and search for that storm
But my power signals that this calmness runs deep
Let this moment of silence stay between us

Trees sway to the night breeze
The birds welcome the rain
With a song in their hearts
As the leaves shudder in the cold

The lilies are in love
With the streams
Never leaving their side
In the light drizzle

On days when I'm tired
I think upon the song of the rain
And it begins to pour again
Filling my heart with gladness

I know what I'll name this song
It will shoot stars in your stomach
The music of the verses will make you long
For a word that is no more or less for the ******

This is a song for you but not me
It will be clear that my pain is an ache
The river of gold in these lines will run free
You can share this disease

It's a song that means so much to me
You'll just fake a laugh and clear the air
I like a fool will read into every gesture
That's my nature

When autumn brings light, the dark trees turn bright
Leaves of summer spring bring thy breeze to sway
On the gold summer fields, that passes day
As brooks nestling hope fill with rain tonight

As arid trees bear Sun's sudden delight
With humdrum in golden sunned rocky Meath
Shall come thy autumn's breath, misty with wreath
Yet, the grey, curled, stirring sky in all thunder dight

Its tumult rests in the wind, in the poetry of the blind
Such I hear, with ear to pain and sorrow
When thunder rattles windows, every night
Gently resting her head over morrow

As the leaves that have turned brown at the sides
Resting on the brook, trees have no swallows

An adolescent change comes often
Sweeter than a swan's song
Comes to most in a damp ocean floor
For those living in paradise
It is beyond the silver lining
Of a stormy cloud
A room in the seclusion of a Sandy beach
Let imagination empower your mind
The storm of emotions of wash away like the tides
The time away so far from the country
A life spent living in motels and highways
This song's meant for the imaginative
Finding their way through excess
This craving makes me think
Happiness will rain on my face

On your scorched, earth reminded us
You were twisted cedar
You are now yellow and red
Mellow gold in the sun
Crimson in the dusk
And dust at night
You were the sun
Now on the stars, atop a mountainfar from water
The cries of cicadas and locusts cannot touch meadows here after

Let’s fly together on the waterlilies
With the airbrushedstrokes of changing times
And meandering minds, stellar starlight touch my musical soul
Knock on heavin’ doors and hellish floors
Burgundy ******* are all my purple sorority girls want in this year’s model
Let me read you van of people by the burgeoning of December, in a deafening silence of cold corpses freezing raining Winter Wednesdays

I love your bread and breakfast
On the winter mornings in cupped hash brown and coffee
Blowing to cool our girls brimming with glee, steaming past our lurking eyes

Heart and soul
Tin and man
Can and ham

A happier world for those
In a soul today for wasted years
Passing me by,
I'm in a sadder and more elusive world
Happiness isn't it
To be sold today
And kept for many a present

Live is lonesome
Even if you choose live
With or
without soulmates

The soul calls love
It's ally because it understands
It completely
I call love a mistake
Because I have misconstrued
Loving yourself can never be a mistake
Remember that
All girls are beautiful
And should be safe
Some men are strong and amazing
Let the soul teach us about love
Not fads and trends
Telling us what we'd love to buy

You feel alone
Alone is in your head
You can't get out of this state of mind
Of boredom
But, somehow solitude is bliss
For someone, somewhere
Where being lonely was an issue of prejudice
Later, I learnt
That to truly be alone, I had to wake up to myself
Haunted by the fear
That every day the rabbit hole gets deeper
I learn more about myself day by day
I'm a politically-inclined sycophant
Who talks about what matters with fanatics
Pleading for change
Joining hands with the enemy

When silence hurts
There is nothing like a knife
To cut the tension
If the wire is thick
Then, will we see it through thick and thin
As I keep cutting the excess strands of awkwardness
With my biting humor
I leave some scars on your heart
Unintentional
But, this silence pains me
Because it isn't the same silence
We had years ago
When we first met.

It took me a long while
To really understand how we inure each
Other in two or threes, taking each number
Like a closed leading to an open door
Contraltos and passive ancestors have one thing in common
Lies and literature, it took to you to be a good person so what
You took to prison and a cell of broken speech and schools took you in peremptory pleasure, with some loquacity and leisure
Mellifluous or mundane, quoting has some substrata of truth, broken down into placid men in Lenin's underground communist movements
Black and broken like the hungry poverty, of the speech and resplendent sum, inventively locum tenens more than the summated parts of clients
Remeasuring the men around me, finding the inclination within singularities
Violent and breathless broken poetry

The rusty knives, bloodied by ancient time
Aren't enough to make you commit harakiri
Making it tough life as samurai
In any way you could be miserable and a wannabe
The dissembling never stops and hopping about never stops
While we find each other in the shadow of the bamboo forests
Welcome to the jungle, Champloo
A fight knocked you out
This sword will bring your last word
I'll have first blood
A total time you took to live
Was closer how much death loved ya
My pressured mind digresses
From the assassination
Of an excellent protege
I'll let you off the hook this time Murdoch
The last time I see you, space cowboy
You're gone for the time being
The galaxies light up in the divine comedy
The space rings of the ancient mines of meaning

Born under the stars
But the stars are not quite far away
'Cause time takes the scars away

The poodle stole
The noodles of sausages
And went on a roll among the rabble-rousers

The rocking chair
Rocks no more
And covers no floor

Conquered land
Forests lay tame
Seas bubble invigoratingly, autonomous

Pinching the knees
Of my lady
I love her with an affection
I learned
I loved through nurtured
Understanding
That kept me awake
Like the books
Helping me dream
Now
Dreaming about her
Her books
Keep me alive
Oh, Christina Rossetti
I keep you in contingency

Read your eyes
Haven’t learned how to remember
Your glance of artful proportions, dearthly looking after me

Forgive my glance in the east
The sun rises in the north when I’m on the west of east
Everything’s gone south, I should be back at home looking at the pole star from the south
I am back at the eastern seaside, running coast to coast

Liven joy as if it isn’t
As of now the joy is real
Looking for it some in an ounce of vivacious motherhood
That ******* left the phone
Coffee in the train, tea out of the surfboard returning on bossa nova
Born in the art noveau made a black magic woman, out of heads
Beads in the ruthless response, like the sensory second made of stern stuff
Kick me in the ground, the wars in the battleground, kick me into the sentoryou
I want out now, I’ll be determined now
Sorry papa

These days
Love is the word
There are ways to hate
But, why not spread the former
If you can hate later
Other people will tell you
That you are wrong
You need to be strong
We need people too
The most

You have a way with words
She says
Little does she know
I've been rehearsing

Do you want my
Opinion
Don't change a thing

Flying out of countries
Running into satisfaction
Atlas, and flying up in the air at night
Alas, happy with sightly inscriptions, and satiable highs

Spike Spiegel kicks his friend in the guts
"What part of no don't you get."- Bonaro
"Well, I've learned that Vicious is better."- Jet
"Well, I'll take your advice when I beat him."- Spike
"Yeah, both of you are crooked in some ways."- Jet

Spike thinks on his life beyond the brushing in the sunsets
Time machines are great you know. Welcome
What, you find any of them on Ganymede?
Taking those sunsets and northern lights for granted.
Some of the Cowboy Bebop characters are too old for the ******* of Earth
"What are we doing in the courtesy of Earth? Let's go Red Dragon
THat's why Jet, Vicious can be beaten by Martian like me
"I thought you like music and fairies."- Spike
"Bonaro's my name."- Jet
"****, don't remember that Venusian guy anymore.
Spike wonders about the time past if he is so alone
Jet should have met Bonaro
Recco was a crazy disciple
"Coool."- Edward
"Spike listens into your cyborg rantings."- Jet
"Jet, what part of no don't you understand. Besides the kid has no respect."- Spike
"She might find something."- Jet
"Edward's woo hoo."- Edward puzzled
"Faye."- Spike
"Jesus hit him already."- Jet
"Yeah, probably."- Faye appears completely unaware

My bicycle flew down
As the birds paced away
From a lake so placid, it seemed
The birds hadn't flown in the reflection
Only my spirit did, down that summer hill

There's never a dull moment
When the fires of Hell are alight
The children of God peer at us and lament
Ignorant of the drivel of souls in Styx
Pluto oversees with apathy
Breathing draconian air, that is no escape
We are on the cusp of death even when we are alive
Our sadness is sweet
Like Orpheus to Eurydice
Like Patroclus to Achilles
And Hades receives peace from seething fiery torment
No pain receded, yet there is no dull moment
When Cereberus breathes
As the slaves lay and cower at some kingly darkness
Sinister as the unseen force shattering the hearts of Greeks at Troy
Euphrosyne shall no longer dance for joy
That beauty poisoned by viper and ****** to tragedy
The warrior, Ares-like, who seeks salvation
****** to revenge
Orpheus plays his Aeolian harp to soothe his lover
His hair donned by halo
Achilles seeks eternal glory
Unrelenting to dozens who lay at his feet

I write poems for people
Dreaming of Spain
But, my heart's here

Now I know I have a case of you
On this cruise I live in this box of things
Memory is the real beauty that holds them together
The guitar strums a chord with me

The aggressors can't be named if the service is forever
The version of your story is just lip-servicing
Equating the flexing flight of the mind, reeling in your doubts
The ebony and ivory of the piano man speakers, ringing the terse team of bandleaders in the sociable house
Gustave Flaubert lemme leave like the wind, inert in the auberge
Submerged condo, semaphoring in this serious veritable wine
The train of the trident offal rises to the shore, the smoldering
The effect of the fact of the scientific fact
The temerity of the fruitcake turned out to be an eggbox
Short of the 3 rotten eggs, I broke the rest of my cracks in the yonder China's
China's is churning out the Russian socialist revolution
Keeping all your eggs in another basket for you, trade unionizing
Unionizing, the humble job of the little free and the trees and the dated deeds
I'm sure your history correct, and the ***** statues look nice to your buildings
Monumental tragedy, the system of the ideological home of the Lord
The tocsin of a couple of sins, in the alarm-clock dream
The nun summed up my sins in one
Sell out of the sucre of the embarrassing crowd of faux pas behavior
The demeanor of the surreptitious invaders, guilt-ridden
The trill and striding ruse, that can criminally break principles
The women represent the principle of hating God
Men represent revelry in his love
An earring of six figures puts them in the same dour story
Let's not get sour about the salty crisps, scouse accent out of the south

The essence of you fills my idea of your arousing triggers. If only I could go deeper, then, I'd be a woman.

Insults are as
Barren as the
Desert wind that takes them

As the winter rain came
The flowers came to life
Surrounded by the chatter of leaves
Upon which droplets fell and slid

The beauty that existed all around
Present in every waking moment
Faded into the warm spring of my life
That changed me as a person

I found the littlest things
That brought me joy in the coldest times
Breathing life into when I hoped
With a broken heart

I think this what finding love is like
You go through every passing day
Clinging to the smaller pleasures
Letting them fill you

Until happiness comes easily
Sadness becomes a distant memory

Spring brings forth life by the hour
Bees flap their little wings
In violent search for a various flowers
In my loneliness, I am waiting

Like a bud restless to change
As the sun laves my petals where the dew stays
And alerted by the sudden rain after a long summer
I am waiting for the touch of clear water

I am eager to witness the winter
In all its splendor, I might shrivel and die
Or luckily I might escape with a perpetual shiver
I wish to spread my wings despite the ravages of time

I am waiting for spring to blossom
I want my spring now

When the sunlight breaks into the depths of the forest
I'll know that the leaves have grown back
That once withered with last year's winter
As the summer takes up its place

When the hours go flying by
I'll think upon the past
And the memories will keep the love alive
But what was lost is nowhere to be found

The frescoes of the overture
Of the laconic halls that turned
Into silence
The solar system looks right
Cowling and Scowling, and my airplane doesn't have any money
A splendor changed life now my time has come
Repairs and beef
Well, it won't when we have a fight
When I wake up, we make peace
I have seen this one and many times
This isn't the first one of them
Halcyon, as if it isn't the hey-day people
Neo-zoon dweebs who believe in Zeitgeist
However, there is much to be seen in this lifeless thing
You mean a dream
Dreams are just for real
But, it's the reality, I seek your impulsive tendencies
Buttressed by an affinity and this my fallacy
Sounds like a surgical decision if you tremble with fear
Truculent and truant people are here, oblivious of their hatred
Bundled like thespians, these boxes lie here desolate and warm
Keeping your memories and possessions like an image of folks
Hello to your poetic device that thrills my red eyes

My turn
I said, my dog
My God
I taught him to fetch
His things
And leave

If you think life is a *****
Remember
Love is a dog from hell
If you think suicide is the answer
Remember
Life isn't in question
If you fear life's little failures
Remember
Fear is no success at all

I'm a walking stick
I'm a blind man
I don't care if I bump into ya
I need to hang on to your shoulder and cry
I am 10 feet tall and two moments
From crashing in front of a gasoline truck
Do I need to go on
Everything exaggerated, basically
My footsteps carry me home
Not my friend's address
How about the invisible sun
I don't see the fire
Or the light in my eyes
All I see is darkness of my life
And the light of my life disappear
You can't sell love to me
What about the mandolin
On the streets and their buskers
Or is it the other way
I stay at home, I might bump into an old friend
Scalding bath water
That's the warmth, I'm looking for
Not the cold swarm and visible toil
My feet have gone cold from no shoes
I am surrounded by concepts
And no action
Keep it up and I might be a textbook definition
Of a poem
On an old crush

If you look at me
With those loving
Eyes, look away please

If the day breaks as we do
Then when night comes
Do people fall asleep like the sun does breezily
If we love like bees and fish do
Then when your nature comes out oblivious
Do people fall blind like justice does, since, you're cinemascope
If we walk in the footsteps of cultural acts
Do people follow their mothers and fathers or the tracks of their tears
Or wrap their head around what they can't say about their fears
I love your paintings
I can't place any of the seas and wind
I love how it shows tonight's ostentatious highlight
Exorbitant and deliberate, I love your way about

Started with counting stars
Now the end's near
I count my place among the stars
That traveled with me along the years
Taming temperamental celestial bodies
With planets in the sphere
To give them gravity
Telling the extraterrestrials we are here
Within the milky ways and multitudes of galaxies
I find myself dormant
When nature's near
Because I know
That I'll never be taller than the alpines
That seem arboreal
And lighter than the breeze
That brushes against those needles
Of the cold climatic cones
Along the lurking lines
And really,
that's where I am alone

Where does your heart settle?
Do you speak my name in your dreams?
I know you are made for me
Then why leave me for another

Is love too much to ask?
Or do you fear the spring will last
The seasons may change, my love won't
Your mysteries are ever-expanding

Like the endless starry, starry sky

You can be my date
My chocolate cake
Taking my breath away

But, you are the stars in the sky
So far away

Dust turns to dust
Ashes turns ashes
Finally I'll be in
The place I belong
If I had anywhere to live
I'd feed off the ground
Rather than breed interminably
Or harbinger a lavish disease
But, it's fun being alive
When you know you are close to the ending
Like reading a book till its last page

Except the story keeps playing in my soul
In my special place
Where I know solitude
Or what dreams are made of
Peaceful starry skies are where I find oblivion

The ocean touched upon the horizon
That's when I realized God arrived
Although we could not see
Where the rainbows and the clouds meet
We saw it in the reflections of still water
Like a stillborn baby
Born without a heartbeat