A couple fights
Dishes break
Time gets wasted
A child
Waits hungry
Emaciated

We are similar beings
We dream of the future
And live in the past, asleep presently

Is time
That kept you
From living
Still time?

If your poems
Go into the flush
And they lose meaning
Don't pull the plug
As long you aren't being demeaning
If you aren't published
Don't feel bad
People won't notice you
Unless you notice yourself
The dead won't turn in the grave
For your inexorable talent
They will not Cahill
Saying who is better
If you do not come to compare
Because they are dead
And you just might be better
Than the unoriginal writers
Out there in the starry world
That offers stars and moon
For a sky that has only a midnight spoon
Which curls quietly till it
Culls the daylight
It won't be afternoon
Till you say that it was all
Too late or too soon

You aren't awful
Unless you've earned it
The learned considered it blasphemous
How recessive this feeling of lack of self-esteem is

Hey, Bobbie
Why did you stop playing
Your harmonica

Cause you got the blues
And the music is the soul
Of a whole town
Looking for the truth

Hey, Dave
Why did stop getting Pink
Did you stop to think

Cause you got the blues
And the whole town
Went looking for the truth
And ended up with a broken guitar too

I'm talking fuzzy in a freight train of thought
I'm in the hood holders and boxcars, some of them keep passes
I'm locuting about the things we were, within the neighborhood
Part of these merry conversations, I look at my ears
From outside, I might be drunk
Not yet, as long as it's nighttime and nightcap time
The next day waits for me to leave life in the tide of indelible relief
My legacy in a catchphrase mucous membrane of delightful freedom
Crap and fuliginous Fugazi's, a part of belonging to the real things
I wondered a bit in vain and people lurk across the legacy steel
Tumescent buildings towering the moon, ebbing against the Sun and red herring crossed the desert

The girl caught in the wire
Knows the right way and shows fiery pride
Instead, of taking the sunshine and more
Clasping the delicate rays with her parched palms

Leaving desolate prisoners inside
A dark day made only of steel cages
They will let in the light, those lying in the shadow
It's blazing outside, it is bright

Cold waters will calm, then turn the tide
Soon the cursed world will die
Women can see the sun when it swallows the earth
It is a ball of hope saving them from guns and guards

Their dreams will turn to ashes
Mothers with empty wombs love them just the same
To them their daughters haven't seen the rain
The sun grins from behind grey clouds and sighs

Soon, freedom will come within their reach, fast
And these daughters will get stuck deeper
The dream slips faster than sand in an hourglass
They deserve love from the depths of hell itself

Until one of them dies by the bullet or ****** disease
They don't belong to them, do they?
These pigs moan if their houses are made of gold
The white men want oil fields with them working

If you're cute
Join the military
If you're cool
Become an academic in a sheen of a classroom
If you're cold
Become an apartment in the bulk of extravagant Manhattan
Either way, you will drip like a sea from the ceiling of a submarine

You are an angel
That made the sky, high
As well wrought the moon into your crescent smile
Of a lonely night
A human that points to the stars and makes constellations
With their mind
You are who makes these things whole again
Because I am lonely without you
And your insights into an impoverished night sky
Despite, that beautiful lunar song that comes out
Every night, I pray to you
Only for a star to pass my way

Roaming free
Bound by borders
Of society
Nationalism stays in my heart
And taxes are responsibility
Guess society is my responsibility
'Stores are taking
Trends by a maelstrom
And selling things that are bought
But never owned
Grateful for things
That I had thrown
Feeling
That old-fashioned
feeling
Sends a meddlesome memory
Bringing gruntled greetings
From every bank
For every ******* lona
Economists
Were right
The country you live
Is a just a home
In a nationalist poem
And it really shows
That if you go through
the rolling with the punches
You'll never leave the turbulence
In your past
And in your present
You're just war-torn
Why send soldiers
If you people back at home

I chose to get lost
A smidgen of dust
On your nose
My heart went numb

The storm doesn't care
That my heart is numb
But the waves rock my boat
And make me feel the wind

There is no warmth
When I wish you the best
There is no cold touch
Of your eyes

The air between us
Has passed

Straining to reach the heights
Look over walls
Trying to break boundaries
With life
Constantly following around
With my mind on the surface
Of everything expecting at it's face

Since, you've been gone
I can do what I want
There's so much this heart longs

Its been ten hours, since I last called
I don't know if you're still alive
In my head

Nothing dies, it's no surprise
After all the drinks and friends
You're still in my head

We have puzzled hearts
That can carry able bodies with conviction
A hole in our heart in this jig-saw puzzle
Can we carry all this strength
Therefore, the ones who feel weak
Are they in the broken places or pushing together the pieces again
A heart can carry me forward and my mind can piece all this together
In the silence of a strong mind
Silent like meek geniuses unsure of their minds
Soon they will be struggling and weighed down doubts
The bright ones will make it out alive
A wise man can travel, and a fool is worse for wear in this stormy weather
Sticks for legs, and stones for hearts having a still heartbeat
Like pieces of a puzzle lying on a table altogether

I'm not unmade
And unashamed at
The seams of my part, that have been sewn together

I could write
A thousand, "I love yous"
But my heart would still be silent

Can we hover above the statue
Are we too ******, or set in stone
To tell, that we are burnt into looks and musculature
The veins pop out, and the looks change my mind like beatniks that are careful of their environs
Surrounds, and scurrilous people inept about the very soul of scrounging around in the stone age
We might live and die in tranced places, and I cannot place how do we grab a hold of our lives
When we are secretly living outside our creation
If we burn the trees and live on the oceans, we could be Aborigines in the land down under

He was easy as a breeze on the outside
He had a raging storm inside
Busy searching for the stop signs
And the turns kept passing him by

My names
Of children
Keep me from recognizing
Their pictures
I had to many of time
And toys
Kept me from
Them
Yeah,
I used to work
Work used me
To get to them
Since,
You need your family's
Support
To raise you through
Life
Racing with work
Work races you
To get up the ladders

And passages
Of timeless

The breathing of our bodies
I hear your skin dripping with sweat
In your whispers, I hear the clearest eddies
You seem unsteady

You write your name on my lips
The softest kisses come in spring when
The ground is wet with rain and mist
You seem ready

For future foresight
You need philosophy
For short term analysis
You need mathematics
As he future being an object of fear in our premise
We base our notions on falsities
Perhaps, we fear the truth
Or we fear what the truth is behind all the mumbo jumbo
Understanding these things
We can say that from our roles as human beings
To accept the truth
Is to create the story of our lives
Unedited, original and unforgiving to the real version
Let us write our own life in water colors
Let us paint the sky with our skin
The skin will be tainted with golden fire
And our life will be a mere reflection of the heights of achievement
Let us embody our work, as poets

If you feed a hungry child
You save it for a day
If you teach a hungry child
You save it from sleepless nights

Fields of hope, and trumpets ragging the song
With the ragtime, and the basin is full of ragin' strains of woe
Crashing with the vitriol and shallow socialite that is a deep thinker
Englishmen under the victorious sun, and the trembling hope and the fear and loathing in the cremation
The shame in the socializing escapes the military iron fist
Like dogs walking toward their master in love
Too bad their master loves war more.
The skullduggery can cause trouble, and so does a dog with courage and character
Walking through the grapes of wrath
If I know love, it is because of your loyalty
If I know repetition, it is because of your effort
If I know trembling fear, it is because of your vulnerability
If I know your tensions, I know your intention
If I know your envy, it is because amorous songs that show approval and vindication
If I know your intention, it is your everlasting zeal that mistook for a concoction

I am yours
Your love seems so strange
Without measure
If I'm incarcerated
You read to me
If my feet can't stand
Your strange love holds me together
Seems like we are apart
And your memories have parted
Leaving traces of me

The skies looked starless
I sculpted the moon with a clasp-knife
I felt the power of time
You told me to take back my share of loneliness and heartbreak

I dislike strangers
Sheltered from the truth
I cannot relate to someone who has never traded places
I feel like dying inside
Do you

If I have stranger things
In my attic
Don't ask me tell you why
Instead you shall dwell
On the road to hell
You belong to

Don't break my wall
If you can't take a brick
To your foot, as you crawl
Over the fences
That surround you

If you cannot tell me poetry
Makes you feel naked
Then, don't judge me
Instead, take my place
I don't deserve it

In a world of people
Following inspiring stories
An orphan relies on your kindness for sustenance
This is inspiration
Led by preemptive example
In a world of people
Not for them
But, fear not
Orphans love the food you give them
But, they cannot think anymore
They only think of themselves
This is stratum of ulterior motives
In this world fluent with the language of progress and money

Sugar in her life
Vanilla is the name
Sugar runs down the event

If you were that ******* the stage
Then come home with me, be around us boys
Live with me instead, that's a pretty lie
My mom trusts your good heart to share

But, no one's love is as true as mine
Under the rocks
Under the skies
And the blue, only you only you

Say what you want
Do you want to think
Under the rocks
Under the skies, of me

Say you want my love, true
Trust my voice
If you want my dreams to come true
Then you didn't have to trust the goodness

Of old days
Under the rocks
Under the skies
Under the moon, for us

If you were all I had
I'd hold your hands
And love you deep
Like a valley on its knees

Does she paint on the canvas
Was three years to long
For us to believe love's irony
Under the strawberry skies

One can only count on themselves
I had a friend who told me
We were hurting our mother
I soon realized that a mother never fails you
It just loses control of you
Now I am looking for my brother
In a burning ****** forest
The fiery leaves have turned cold ash
They would have been golden and red
Yellow and black perfect for the slashing
I cannot believe there was an early funeral for the forest
And we burned our friend to a crisp
Laying our possibilities to waste
By searching for tastier plausible solutions
To run our automobiles
And the high flying businessman
Make the most out of greed
As we lose hope and face despair
The corporation aren't playing it fair
This is no longer a children's game
People have given up on their children's children
Streams of contamination are all we have in this prairie

The tiger reaches
Through
Peaceful forests
The tigers the end of his jumble
With a peaceful grumble
In his stomach
Stumbled upon a dead tree
Under which a river
Had the reflection of
A deer's face
Later, I on the other side
On the side of the river
Found that the tiger was
Just leaving the forest
Without any way
Bright eyes of the night
Dangerous by the day
Looking for prey within sight
We were just left with a burning
Forests
Forests foraging thoroughly
For a way to reflect
In a time without water and trees
The forests turn to dirt
And man's resources to greed

When I wake up
In the street
I got to sleep
I argue till I'm in shambles
The smorgasbord of words
The streets are used to it
And say I'm only drunk
Weary and tired
From the war on drugs

I was struggling
I was uncomfortable
Later, I realized I was stuck in life
Folded up by the ropes of time
Clasped by the chains of guilt
But with time, the guilt washed away
And the shackles became my struggles
I was free of the suffering talked of in novels

Emptiness is the chimneys
Looking at the sky
When the soot cleaners, they look
Worse for wear, looking at the change
In scenery, like blackened-witnesses with clean wrists
Happy for struggle

The first thing you want
Will be the last thing you need

The first thing you need
Will be the last thing you even find.

Society's the back bone
When you're broken
Arriving at the right places

Sometimes I wish that you entered my life
Like a bird that sings upon the trees
For once my life could be about you
Let this moment be ours

Can I be free from myself
You've cast a spell on this soul
Dwelling upon the past forever
Tonight isn't the same without your presence

Let this moment not leave me
Your hair, the breeze downstairs
A sudden chill creeps up my shoulder
Tonight is my moment to be yours

Tomorrow, you'll be someone else's
I'll still carry my blessings in my heart
This soul will shatter
Into a million stars of your night sky

Darkness
Comes across
Ages celebrating light
Sages in White
Tricked into
Sharing the magic

Away from the holidays
House of Lords in England
Not by the earful for a brass farthin'

Write some bad lines
Write my name in the stories
Write my vote among naysayers, make me feel represented

Pass through the pastimes, repose remember me
Post that letter to the postmaster, postman rings twice
Once for the future, to remind sleep comes in dinner dreams

Outpost claim lives by the millions, cramp up the camps
Concur with the general public, listen to the style of ghosts
Primrose reaper cut my rose another bush, with the cusp of cleavage

Do the drapes match the curtains, ignite them just the same
Diverging into the coursing path, that I should pace
I take hold of one and walk the other, like teaching and learning

The order is release
And I can't change my release form
I hope that changes my opinion about American Justice
The dream stays like an addressed flag, worn by a leprechaun
Cherishing the four-leaf clover and washed up Panama Canal
Cape Canaveral thanks for the rockets, the fallen angels

I am blinded
By gunfire for the rest of my life
I don't want to live in
A prison cell
They are shooting
The stars
Waiting for the sun
Come on up
As souls find their peace
My car is out of diesel
We left earth too quick
The knowledge burns by a wick
The silence remains
No evidence of violence stays
Our scholars warned us
Ominous events made us paranoid schizophrenics
Turns out we weren't hallucinating this
Humanity is perishing
Yet they said we were perishable
We can struggle
We can lug our loved ones
We might not have enough ground
To bury our close ones
We might not have enough ground
For trees either
We have the whole earth
To look after as our sun closes in
And the moon wants more
Than being a shadow on our mere planet
I realized that today
After everything she has done
We are not any richer
Neither are we any poorer
It would just turn us into kinder and better people

I can hear it in the streets
The mind is trying to touch my fears
Instead, bravery is enslaved by people on their knees

The daylight hits the streets
The vessel of fallacies of thousand miles
Understands when I need to leave my current path

I'm on Kansas streets
Looped in streets and taking roads that will change
Like I hope that you will change, but, you just get angry

We never get anywhere with this fighting without culture
A peaceful instance isn't culture, it's a shot heard around the world
A sailing soldier on this endless river, we never agree

The city lights look beautiful today
The setting seems right
That this very day
I would meet my nemesis
On these last hours of

My arrival has been expected
I'm a stranger to myself
I'm your worst nightmare
I am your lucid dream

Seizing the city lights by their electricity
I'm the light of your days
I live within those shadows you avoid
I live in the souls devoid
I am today

The one your terrible fears turned into reality
I'm the work that you do
I'm the food you eat
I'm on your mind all time
Even when I'm away from all this talk of pennies and dimes

The city lights break evenly
I'm your motivation
Why are you so scared of me dear
I'm right there beside thee
Beside your hurried motion

Hiding in the scenery
Because time is an illusion
You can be in the look for better things
Friends leave you
Enemies make you their pre-occupation

But, when the curtain calls
There is no one answer
Because you worked in the theatre
And my worst rival didn't have a job
I gave him mine

Today
I prayed for the enemy
I hope he is better for everybody
You know why
Because if he were me
If he knew the love we shared

The kisses that I lost
The love and the lust
Your affection
My nostalgia
You were the love I once

My lost love
How does the light of the sunshine
Rest on those beautiful shoulders under the pale pallor of pleasant Pulchritude
I found my bliss amongst the stars of solitude
Solitude is a dear devotion
It enraptures a crowd
It needs a loud rabble
A commotion
To make it more pleasant

I love silence
For it can drive out my inner desires
For company
My friends
My girlfriends
Come from the same bookends
Bookmarks which we call destiny
As old conversation of the curtain on the cusp of her miens
She stares outside the window shyly
Her name lovely as the summer breeze
She feels her nerves pulsating
Letting lips quiver slightly
Her lover touches her *****
Slyly caressing his neck against her chin
His shin rather pleasant placed against her skin
He takes his pants off
Kisses her while she laughs
Her gelid calm brings a look of icy green
This Greecian God is gonna live forever
His princess is gonna love him
For his good nature
THoughts remain supple
******* remain a whisper
Her spirited ride against his saddle
She often straddles him with her bare buttocks
Safe to say they've had large assets for the sensuous love-making
This is a scene of serenity
For most with a love for dignity
He gently comes
As love whispers
"I love you"
Love was my enemy

Big shoes
Succeeding
In being lose

You may teach your children to become successful
They will take your advice, but choose not to listen
You can ask your children to be kind
They will be pleasant to you, but not give you their time

You can ask your children to love you
They will love you, but not tell you the truth
You can ask your children to thank you
They will be thankful, but not grateful

You can ask your children to be a good human being
They will baulk to accept such ambiguity
You can ask your children not to miss you
They will be regretful of all their choices, despite their victory

I'm a fish in the sea
The sea and ocean are worlds apart
But, there are a plenty of fish in the sea
I guess I am in such beauty

True as ice and fire
When Prometheus set fire to the sky
Zeus the Thunderer ties his chest to a rock
Zeus is cold
I'm in such beauty

I'm a writer
Who makes a few cents
For his nonsense
They call it Gonzo and he made a name
Cause in such beauty that's only open to some of the hippies

I see beauty all these weird people
The universe is so diverse and feeling
That pigeons crowd the steeple
Every evening to talk us
Biden's won and there's such goodness in India
But we lost the rich to the count

Better income, tax breaks for the middle class
Much more beauty on Planet Earth
Just what we need