How do you take your tea
Please, add some sugar
So I can take a sip of sugary blocks, and stroked locks

I wonder what're the riches doing
Are the benefited away from the mud
Keeping the poor hands off the clay
As the hard work suggests you can be moulded
By the very substance, you try to command
I suppose as a house you an occupation
Of giving us shelter from the storm
Wasting the worker's man in the toil and work
The workingman's dead and he keeps wanting more
Earning a couple of bucks, to hold a shack full of comforts
Of the simple life that provides
Without salvation
I think you'd dead
Come here before you get better with the days
Come here, she said I'll give you shelter from the storm

Electric relaxation on my mind
The gurney that lights up the cigarette
Trees and Cassavetes, that reminded me of cinema verite
The truth appears to be spoken in truer words
Truer words haven't been spoken, for licking lips and prying grace look over shoulders
In the lying order of the jumbled papers marking Presidents for representation

You might be a lantern
On a river
I will never see how you shine
Unless I follow you into the sea
On a boat
Among flowers in multitudes
Breeze that crisps the winter snow
Around in circles the petals roam
When the tide turns and rivers meander
The trees will wilt in moonlight
Dipping their twigs in reflections of crystal ships
Pastoral deciduous trees waving their leaves in a million shakes
Swaying in a billion angles of angel grace
Down by the river where the petulant flowers turn grey and sulk

Watashi wa mada kore ni ikimasu kaishi jikan
Chigai o umu hōhō watashitachi wa anata ni aete ureshīdesu.
Nakete wakata hajime wareta sono kono miru sumai ni
Watashi wa tsumetai yume o mite mimashou
I'm going to this still
Opening time
How to make a difference
We are happy to meet you.

When you look into my eyes
You calm the storm inside
The helpless trees shift their feet
And the leaves move swiftly in the breeze

As you touch my hair with your fingers
A dawn is breaking and the sun blushes crimson
Bringing up the sleepy birds out of their slumber
To fly into the heat of summer

I breathe in the air
The air is bloodstained
The breathing solid favors from the dope dealers
The air is smoked up in a handful of dreams of psychedelic revelry
Hence, velleity towards these things attentively captures my mind in blossoming flower
Unable to quote as a substitute for wit, astute isn't it if we could talk through ordeals and ideals
Hidden and stricken out, dreaming for better tides and times
Waiting for the man, with bated breath and literate mind
The mindful soulful vibes that I can accept for the fooling summer madness

There was a walking lane
To make you sad
I chose to take you that way
Through fields of grass

I chose to guide you away
From fear
To help us climb hills
Watch the sun rise in shelter

On a far off river
Your eyes were warmer
There were a flood of tears
And that brought us closer


The sun surprised us with summer's day
I like the lonely corner
I wish you come after
If the Sun became a kite runner

To see you cry
As it was
Easy to make you try
I wanted to bring you happiness

We shared many beautiful days
Now all of them seem like moments
When you are dead
The days are a collective of hours

It took all my power
To hold back my cotton flowers
My tears were now cold
And the fire had burnt out

The sun surprised us with summer's day
Winter on this lonely planet
Wouldn't feel same
If the Sun came down from it to get away

Summer, summer tomorrow, comes with expectation
A day doth bring here its heat
She stares from the heavens with electricity
With a breeze lithe and scarce, it walks over the earth

Stately and respectful in her stride
She hides behind clouds, when out of sight
Her beauty tempers the mind and calms the nerve
A weather so delicate, not a degree or ray less or more

But, when comparing her breath
The heavens turn and stare, wondering what despair
Plagues the incomplete soul and a heart so bare
Like moons hidden from her nascent stare

Scorning the cold moon, the torn heart
Looks for the summer, while crying for heaven's arms

Tomorrow I'm going to wake up
The same person, in love with that one girl
From a long forgotten past, hiding it well
I'll carry the weight of it through the hours

As the troubling cries of children fill the summer streets
And my car amidst the many corpuscles of this city
Reeks of a thin air of smoke and pride
I'll be the same person in bed, a memory in someone's head

A lonesome struggle emerges in the hearts of my mother
She cares a little, I do too
But its just enough to fill the silences of our neatly decorated lives
I'll come back to these things, and a little dog who changed it all

It's May, I know it tonight because its loveless as the summer heat
A drenched sweet air fills the trees, flowers, and street
But there is a lightness in my every step because I'm sure
That I'll be the same person when I wake up in my bed

A fountain pen and river of consciousness pours this poem
Time feels like a malleable object, spanning decades in this lyric
And lasting only a few seconds in bed, spending an eternity
Dreading over the past instead

You and I can walk into the skies, but we are chained
By our desires, and dreams seem to belong elsewhere
On this bench, it does feel like I'm free
It's a memory, I shall share from a little corner in my head

Her scent, sweater, sweetness, and kindred spirit
Lips, hips, and hair, all effervescent as the next day
Vaporized and emulsified into time's ocean and outer space
She often told me that you are just a small instance of my life

But the pain inside has left a lasting trail of scars and human faces
Everywhere I look I see you in them, even in a cup of tea
Our species is a strange one, its evolving everyday
As time fades and space expands, why do I feel the same?

So, many raindrops fall from the sky, often they feel like one sound
But those that fall on her face after a hard day at work
They seem special, like God had made that moment for us
Since then, I have changed because of her

I live
He stares at me
The stars in my eyes burn crazily

I didn't know he could do that
His eyes were hungry and so close

The sun shines brightly
Buds, bees, and carefree breeze
Leaves feed off the heat

In our time of weakness
We are who we are
Simply sleeping
Despite our betters telling us
To be stronger than the rest
Spending all of our love on weeping in the evening

We cannot take away the sadness
By sharing and passing the hours
Despite our friends trusting us
To be stronger in our moments of unrest
Simply sleeping
Take a pillow, now rest under the pale moonlight

If I were the less learned one
I would learn to love
Who taught me to be alone, listening

How can stop thinking her
I'm about to reach Berlin in a crystal jar
Where a man, keeps drinking

People on streets with sunflowers
She says,"They remind me of the rain.
When you called me the sunflower girl."

With the clairvoyant, we spent time
Surprise struck when dark midnight came and went
And when the sun washed, it faced away

Quicker than a bullet, the flowers drooped
Releasing us from enchantment
Effacing the walls with love, opening doors in them
"Love is so open"

I wish I was staring outside
Of a window
And learning to fly
In my daily daydream
Instead I'm falling
In love

Places somewhere
Selling cream colored
Vases
Kept in golden colored
Satin satchels
Keeping
My whiskey
With crystal glasses
Life colorful

My sleep was untoward and deep
So my cowardly dreams shattered in leaps
Atleast I was dancing in front of lazy hearts
Where I lost the art in your eyes
Thus was the depth twas was infinite
My love hath no measure too
I know our pain endorses envelops of love letters under sunsets
I know what does cold charm provide
A fallen lover who has special hope for a dull ache
What lost ones doth do
A knife cuts deeper than love
So how deep is your love I need your stowed jewels
Stories that have been told by ancillary rebels
Who have shared your love with mine so pure
Doth who love can sleep looking for pisces
Come live with me, and we'll find an endless sea
Awake in a dream, not this reality
We can't make a world ours if we exile like merchants
Who fish and net religion and faith
Leaving love behind our riches turn treasured again
My love hath no measure
Your pain is a tyrant's reason
Who hath your love, shall rule the world
I wish I was kind to others
But a part of you is left behind in my knots

Faraway I am there picking up speed
Your car follows me home
Like your yells fail in comparison
To my music in my mind
Why do we fear and despair
When love is in the air
Is a crimson cloud among many
An abberation of something funny
Or the careless painting or a careful litany
Either way I will fall asleep
As you tell me anecdotes when I lie

Do you still love me?
Are you still thinking about me?
Like the rainy walk that never skips your mind?
When the water seeps into your bones
Does the old age remind of the tones of the adult you became
The morning of the placid teenagers seems quite reckless
They look at your emotions only offering their confusion
The destitute label goes away when you're cleansed by the silver rain
It is unfortunate, that I do not see you in the rain
Any more and the walk is just a recess in this receding rain

Somehow you keep
Me awake
In the life
Of the shoes
Of the benefactor's
Sunshine boots
ごｋ せい
Sorry

I sat on a bench
Praying for rain
I was sure the sun
Was for me
Sunshine isn't for losers
So, I wait to fade
Into the night
I am sure
The moon gives back.

Look at what the cat dragged
In with it was bad luck
And some ragged claims to fortune
It's a lot like a feeling of dutch courage
And fallacious achievement which has defined the age
Of the enlightened
Makes the darkness slightly surreal
Adumbrating all of that darned cat's trophies
I guess I'm a lot like that cat
Who is smart and in revelry
I'm glad I'm superstitious
In this interstitial space where black cats
Cross the asteroid belt
And the umbra of some galaxy
Causes panic in us
Like bad luck, we believe in
Scion of some badland exists in the far off celestial body
Which might disintegrate us
In surmise, we are inured by the cosmic ballad
But, things have changed
But, karma when will you change my mind
I often wonder and my sepulchral thought dissipates
But, my faith remains
My faith like a watered plant
In this vast existential philosophy of what is sustaining us
Or can I live without Earth, wind, and fire
Maybe, I might die in the elemental phase of contingency
Where my ruminations have no effect on the vast causation
Where my contemplations are just a glimpse into the past
Like the metals that coagulate after they reach the surface
Halycon indeed, if civilizations aren't decimated by the volcanic will
To catch a falling star
Some of us are walking in the moonlight
When will we leave this Earth
Spiraling into the cosmic culmination of thoughts and reality
The dreams are a fine line between action and incantation
So, when is the night right?

Race is
Try to be a
Black in
A white farm
And there'll be
Chaos
In America's arms
Burning shelters
Of the past
Broken down
Futures on the pavement
Dreams of a
place in heaven
Segregated
In School
Welcomed
In Sunday School
Just to understand
Tools that Jesus
Gives us
To build a home
Later
Well
They understood
As activists
Of the social
Order
That bringing
Equality
Was to tough
And staying apart
Was the rule
Finding love
In another
Person's face
Never seemed
So much more beautiful

laitos hanesta kunnnussunutu mies miell, englantikirjo mina ja me tunen junan
tama esse and seisoden lyht lyppi vappaasi seinan, ja velja
Sovyit eripstyat hanesta puhutka laekke aiomme
mista olen kaynyt kahvi?

All the other dads
Wear business suits
You put on an apron
And cook the best food

A bought a peach dripping from serendipity
A stolen apple from beggars dreams
A bough of flowers from the nearest bouquets
A couplet of children followed me, driving me bananas
Popular with them, I made haste with the bread and wine from the supermarket in downtown annals of stated streets
All of them were documented like the underground denizens of the supercilious looking for a summer promiscuity and bacchanal

I was in love
With her
I am out love
O'er her
Still not the faintest
Clue
Where am I
Supposed to be
Like a singularity
In a black-hole
Lost for eternity

Wish I was a superwoman
Sitting under a rainbow
I'd sit and wonder
How I would like to shake your hand
Instead, I'm a lake that moves through summer rain
In the mazes of forests
I still like the look that the moon gives me
And the man of my dreams gives me
I like a hazy shade of amazing memories
Merely, a reflection of your ghoulish colors
Says there is love in the autumn breeze
Superwoman still looks for love
Even though she can carry out in flighty steps
When a winter zephyr came all of a sudden
In flesh and blood of spring's prayer
Consecrating my losses
Winning me from despair
Love springs from my cold shell beyond repair
On a flint rock, meant to be where
You once signed my name
Here is where we shared a rainbow
Now the colors turn to pools of floating foliage
Under a canopy of the Sun
I wish I could see my silhouette everyday
Reflecting on the circles
Of my mind
Doubtless and solicited carelessly by your musculature
In your muscular shadow

Waltzing Matilda hangs out in a getaway car
Running from all her lovers
Following the dreamers

The charming girl
Looks into a crystal glass
The tincture hangs from the ceiling
Like honey from a flower

The charming girl
Hears the fearful screams
The wine falls on the floor
Leaving a red stain on the carpet

The charming girl
Wants a life of charm
No drugs or twirling wildflowers
In her hair

The charming girl
Showers in the gas of the sun
As the virulent bystanders ask why is she ****
She sasses,"Who isn't?"

Waiting for you in the same way
A needle in a haystack
Hopes to bring silence, pin-drop silence

They say change is real
I hope I can survive the night
To live another day to see Haley's Comet
The night isn't complete if religion isn't right

Once upon a time, self portentous reached the fuchsia ****** on the orient in the ghostly daze of Chinatown in tassel-blue linen
Ire of the bar-keepers can be surmised in the *** and soup
The express takes me from place to place, is this some sort of country comfort

Who cooked the wurst, livers of cattle in the pure savagery of the animal farms, dreaming of vegetables too
Hiding in the form of jazz cat hanging around speakeasies, pleasuring themselves in the ravages of good people
I have changed my mind on punishment and the ire of careless alcoholism on the angry streets looking for work

The good people tell me to get work
Am I stealing my time out of mind, I'm poised
By being an unemployed poet out of luck
I am positioned towards the west end

I'm stuck here in the east, wondering if we were always like this
The west wetlands beckon to me, time to get a job and turgidly ravaging beautiful women
But, that's something possible for a man in a western patriarchy
Adonis of Denver ******* in harlots in the west of Hell's Kitchen reminds me of well-acted *******
Making bad decisions in movies seems like a farce

Most of those beat directors are successful *******
They'd beat me if I'd crawl up their personality
Is this fate or am I part of the same successful capitalist Zen
I must be going mad in this monetary fund of scarce neon streets

You should hear me recite Heinrich Boll
The train was on time

For keepsakes, well obligated and drowning in debt
A trip to the orient wouldn't be bad, but, the fire in my painted house swallows me
Someone has to put it the **** out or turn the light cold
Years went by Frumpy went cold and murderous, no more old

Six blocks away a cafe lies
Taking in lovers by the hour
And singles by the minute
Serving coffee and sugar
Milk pours out
And the bitterness becomes an aftertaste
Of the conversation that once took place
Among two people holding each others glances
At the face of it
Coffee breath
And Chocolate cake

The freeloading leader
Kept his ticket
For the ferry of freedom

Sword-like jump over killer blades
Cutting through thinned ice and putting fire to flesh and bonds
Bodegas on the street light up like a tin corner, sending into the spinal cord fears and love foremost
Kintesuroi heaps flares wiping off your und ich lieb dich doch like shiny gold
Free by the lancing
Tell me how I love you, lapas lazuli, with eyes flashing like droll dreams
Ultramarine is where life gets discordant, oh yeah, you fill my fire
With sands of time, buying you a reprieve from the ultimate reward of pulses
Which is I'm not a man of the sword
But, I'm a man of my word
Gashing your thin air of sensual swords in the air of the ******* testing time for our friends who have our condolences
Not a callous coward subject to abandoning the contingent of buskers following feudal Japan and it's mandamus
Without leaving a dollar for the chilling murders
A walk on traveled souls might water and fire, a lot like the hotness of my temper
This tempered glass might stick like the simplicity of the pogrom
Bamboos shield us in the whistling wind of flight, letting us sword dance like assassins

I know I'll find some love and pain
To me, they are friends just the same
So take me somewhere
The world ends in a couple of hours

In my life, the rain pours on the flowers
As I drag this ragged body through deserts
So take me somewhere known
Where the streets have hope

These dreams and desires
Shall miss the dawn's fire
So take me somewhere
As the thunder dies as it rains

Will this last day come back once more
Remind me of the sweet love I missed?
Take me somewhere nice
As the sun sets on my life

The hen laid out the egg
The egg laid out the law
For the structure of atonement

As you talk
I cannot help smoke a little
In my mind as I am abstemious
And write about me
Sip on tea, so that I am not tempted
As you spit out the pips
Of an orange
You cannot resist some mulled wine
Neither can I
But I'll make liquor flow from your lines
Intoxicate your muses
They will pay a dime for your time
A pocket is enough for the stars you want
In your prime you may have taken a sip of milk
Now you're a someone I can have later
With sugar and cream
You are my cuppa tea
Spirits talk to us as we caress our glasses
And tip the wine and let time flow like love

The way you laugh tonight
Is beautiful as a sea meeting the sunrise

The way you smile tonight
Is magnetic as the moon pulling the tide

Your ways are magic in their own right
Slip away into your dreams and desires

Tell me that you care for me with all your heart
Hold me in your gaze and embrace with your warmth

Tease and touch my soul with your charms
I remember, you wore a checkered skirt on that night out

With your hair gingerly touching your sweater
The moon listens to the stars and their chatter

I am captured by you

Simply said
These times
A Reaper revels
Inadvertently
Inured
By his responsibilities
Hating the soul
Keeping the ghouls
Wandering
The conditions of past life
Kept my love
Out of sight
But in my mind
There is the over head
Bird
That I called the soul
The soul sore by the war
Harbinger
Of War
Perched

Keep the money
Of my soul
A Tamashi Currency

Earning currency
With the doorknobs
Of a zillion webs

Jump from heights, written in books
Dropout of colleges, that burn 'em
Or case in study, carelessly read your oeuvre of imminent desires
***** to shine if you'll be fine, and this thin line
Is where I forget to draw a chalk mark
The feeling is like nails on the chalkboard
I have no grasp on reality, let's not be happy for one day
Cusp of time, I can relate
We are both standing on the edge of nothingness, unable to identify with ourselves
Sounds familiar doesn't it if you pray in places

Tax is a concept
By which you measure governance and each cent from each pocket
Tax is a concept
By which you measure a homeless man’s pain and the hard rain
Tax is a concept
That only adds up but sometimes doesn’t
Tax is a concept
A technique to intercept the poor man’s invasion
Tax is a concept
That funds a government servant’s evasion
Tax is a concept
That requires frequent revision for the privileged 1% division
Tax is a concept
For the rich to market their wealth as a sales pitch
Tax is a concept
That is open ended that helps lawyers find a niche and sometimes a gaping ditch
Tax is a concept
That helped the Untouchables put away that whiny *****
Tax is a concept
That takes the interest out of the spooks
I don’t believe in being rich
If I have to pay more I think that’s a glitch
I don’t believe leaving it all to the middle class
If I criticize it the government shows a lot more sass
Tax is a concept
If it wasn’t it wouldn’t be in books and in the salaries of prison cooks
Tax was a concept
That kept out of it the clergy mooks
Tax was a concept
That kept a nobleman’s coffers’ ostentatious good looks
Tax was a concept
That kept death at bay
Tax was a concept
That contributed to the dead everyday
Tax was still a concept
If it wasn’t then in Germany there wouldn’t have been any bread for each day
Tax is still a concept
It still pays the rich and takes from the rich *****
Who has the lawyer who is smarter than Tom Sawyer
I don’t believe in law and order
I just believe in world order and peace

I dress myself
In the rain
Your tears
Are the make up
Of your pain
I guess tears hide in the rain

The stars are dancing yet time is still
Different moments have changed us
As the gust
Gathers us in a swirl

You opened your soul and I could see
Shattered remains of what was once a heart
As the clouds break
Do you still feel the rain pouring?

The darkness follows me
As I chase the sunlight
Shadows fall faster than
The tears

I am yearning love I deserve
I can't be with you
Let your warm touch
Reassure me

I miss the drops that poured with romantic ache
Begging to touch the ground, letting light pass
One lady who liked the torrential downpour
Welkin had torn apart to let the sun in
To shine on streets, telling me that rain comes

Because when the clouds thunder and speak loud
Many quell their walk, open umbrellas
To cover the crowded alleys with shrouds
Hanker chiefs wipe sweat and balk at wet roads

The streets shut after every monsoon load
As restaurants quite flooded, close their doors
For men looking for a cup of coffee
As well as women ordering food
They look for love behind the street corners

I miss the days that poured with pained romance
Didn't wear sunglasses to keep out glare
Because when people are under umbrellas
They wear a changed look, with tears in the rain