Accepting life on a platter
Sounds tiresome
Socially
Unless you matter
When your life goes out of the door
For the pavement
With a satchel
Working for money and change
And working for the latter
In the endless pitter-patter
Of rain
Of droplets
That shatter your heart
But make up your mind
About life Instead
In dread
You think
About looking for different waters

My lover is exigent like silence
In divergent streets
Looking for the thunder and lightning
We meet eye to eye without malice

With some rumors hushing into oblivion
Making conclusions on the wall
She looks from the exiguous corner of her eye
At my white and brown turncoat, to look at my pallor

I tip my hat to Mark S and Traveler
In suits, loitering in the dark
The soul violates the laws of physics
It now stretches thin and turns violet at the corner

It must be moist and hazy at dusk
The ships are bound to sail
The harbours are waiting patiently for dark
Without air to breath, I loosen my neck

I beckon to my companion, tell me her name
She has poetry with lyric and passion
But, she hasn't a point to make
Then she says, I don't like flowers

They make us seem vain
Where do I go now, she has my attention
I take a seat in the bar near the Waterloo station
The chiming clouds signal rain

I may never go out, as Lori walks hand in hand
From the ashes, I take my cigarette
Offering her a **** to smoke for a phantasmagoria
As the midnight comes to a calm

You came again
With his shroud
Your hunger and pain
I could see and love
In his mouth
Asking me to
Love those eyes and face
You offered a tulip, with a bow
After you lift your countenance
We walk hand in hand, ashore

Thence, to rise and to shine
Shining Shoes like the boy who dreams to shine guitars
With a box full of things, that I don't even know
What they were meant for, a semblance of freedom
Or some kind of splendid intertwining of these circumstances
My preceding circumstances could be less like my inhibitions
This is the house I always come back among old and missing things
Like a sold case for lost typewriter
These screenplays are written on borrowed time

I come in thy lassos of the sky
Really, is time an object and my preferences are lying about
I am pensive near the fire that I so desire
The attention I aspire for, and the friends I'm grateful for
I gratuitously ingratiating my missing pleasures
The road was taken, and some freed were less
Lost by the surrounding *******, I made haste
Landing upon a metaphorical desert
I was forced to look at ways to leave this road for dated people
Who reminded what it felt like to in the fast life
Theoretically and tersely, I make debate about things I understand
I have hopes and dreams
Being humble is one of them, but, I cannot think of any reasons
To be arrogant, but, you bring out the best in me
And make haste leaving me in my hate and agonizing feeling
I preeminent and imminently expectant of the recesses of sextants tanks that thing in this ziggy stardust
You were once a roll-roll star, you lived by your words
But, they reminded of how you never thought you were an artist
Until someone proves you wrong about your ideas
And exchanges them for incessant doubt
Like a man at sea looking at broad horizon
These are parallel perceptions of how you are brought about
In your life
And my life
You might be slovenly, and that makes you the title
Stolen by some man at sea
Instead, your heart was stolen by the man with the telescope
On a midnight cruise from a distant lighthouse
That signals through the cloudless climes and surrenders ships
Forbidden, like a sea of endless *****

With a heart so warm
A palm of flowers
Folds inward to form
A gossamer web likened to guitar

A lush petal envelopes
The sky, calling it
With a stamen, sloped
Undressed by pollen upon more pollen

In thy heart's rest place
One may age calmly
Like a tree freely grows
Leaving a reflection upon the water

Yet, when away my heart yearns for your kiss
For your presence in things has gone amiss

You keep your glass
Near the bedside
It has milk
You get up for cookies
An empty tummy..

You see the fridge empty
Only eggs smile at you
The spelled out magnets are distracting
Making it easy to get cosy and easier
I can see you in the pale moon
You are hungry...

You fry an omelette
Nursing your stomach
The eggs have found their place
On the tray
No speck of doubt
Reminds you of your dead hour
Or the day when the rain fell
You look outside the rain pelts
The window calls to you to fly away
To bed

A poet isn't supposed to be beautiful
He is someone who is at the right place
At the wrong time, and makes it right
With his words and mind.

I know you love
The grass as it whispers
I know you hate me
Because I make you cry

I think you hurt me
Because I made life perfect
But you needed
Purpose

Simplicity in it's
Most convenient explanation
Is being devoid of extinction

The music we shared was simple
When you sang
I realized beauty
Had power and simplicity

Can you pack up your suitcases
Full of possessions
And weigh in on the road of life
Can you remove inhibitions
And provoke people
By telling them changing beliefs is right
Can you evoke someone's innocence
Make them imagine
The struggle of right and wrong
Maybe, when we are children
The battered suitcases and torn clothes
Are a sign of the changing times?

When winter comes
I'll be home
I promise myself
Then, I remind the children
Sitting near the fireplace
That papa won't die
He will just be gone for a long time
When summer is gone
Our house will know the sun
And I will see the beauty in your feminine eyes
As the rigid frame shatters everyday
You look into the mirror of everlasting youth
When autumn comes
The leaves will drown in the wind
As will my spirit follow the gust of earthly zephyr
May, my love, our love will turn sepia
As red, rusted and golden leaves that will burst
In hot profusion
When spring comes
We will relive our incomplete love
You will mourn my loss
And I will yours
When winter comes
I'll be home
For now, I have been gone a long time
So, put my children to sleep with a lullaby

The thing about love?
You can either learn from it or run from it
Cutting the shoestring budget
You can bring a typewriter, and polish it with your paper
Or say, ******* I'm writing
Thanks for changing my mind with the catalog of slum-dwellers meant for average-sized houses
Like pigeons and Catholics that should always leave the church

We are reassured by finding a soul
That will understand us
In our innate silence
That's God taking us for a fool
When, you can't speak
You're either stillborn
Or you should speak when spoken to
Although, medically pronounced dead
We are untouchable according to our bodies
So, where's our soul?
In the land of science, where a simple miracle has been given a convenient definition
Without observation, do these church-goers take us fools
Without dedication, this systemic religion has got us by the mass hysteria of reality
Religion is probably levity
If you haven't given up enough for talent
If you have given up enough for more opportunities
Then, you may have all your pies lying on the diamond sky
Counting stars, and pre-existent factors have a couple of things in common
They are uncountable like the riches of the deified land
You're born on this earth, to die for your country
But, that is just a mammon of emotional appeal
Wrought pathos and alacrity

Don't let me fall
Don't let me die in your arms
I'll fall asleep tonight
Is that okay?
I thought of us.

And I wake up on the homeless bench
With cold feet in torn socks
All I do is think of you
And I hate that I've done this to you
Our love had lost its romance and charm anyway.

With one, two, and three seconds to morning light
I punched out a new tune in the howling night
When the wind blows, the heaven gates bring the shine
Your way or mine
Let us take flight and some time.

Now don't feel poor
They'll break you down anyway
Don't play with the knife, let me hold you
Do you feel special too?
Being away, it's so cruel I could die.

I probably love the truth
And the Truth is poetic
I propose that poetic lines be banned
Does that sound poetic

Sometimes walking on my way home
I used to wonder who owned the road
But, when I saw abandoned souls without phones
I realized that they paid "the place" more attention
Than pedestrians in the traffic-zone
Always busy texting

I walk through lakes
I might be the water
On the reeds underneath
I may be the underbelly
Of a blue whale
And an aquatic animal
Alike

Just because you are in love
Doesn't mean he is
He just loves your words
Because they make his poems
Like trees make a forest
Waiting for the right poet

You have talent
If you can live
In someone's skin
With
Poise

The ability to roll with the punches
Allowed me to fight my way out
But, I wrote about the violence

Can you leave
I ask tonight
You cascade the thousand seas
As the stars and the moon pull the war to a close
The gold is closer

Look down upon us
I choose my constellation
I choose your starlit dinner date
If crime doubles

Like a protest
True yet hidden
As everything falls to ****
A childhood trouble

Inspire us, to heal this mother's wounds
An ending is a **** truce
While Aaron sits down with
Dinner that is cold and a job that is tepid

The war ends with his services

I know you smile for a brighter day
Send a smile to me
I'll be on my way
Under an umbrella I can brave the rain
I enter my apartment to a parrot that talks
A sailor docks his ship as I stare from the window
Above a cobblestone road swept by puddles
As the greyness empties
The skywalk regains daylight
In the station a conductor gallavants
Under the halo of a street lamp
Tending to company
You play your role
By tending to company too
Keeping them busy with stories
Tending to the cats at night
I have no regret in saying that your smile
Makes the lamplight fail in compare
How long must I wait in the rain

The salt's there
I feel the nuts popping
But, my pressure rising
As each corny sensation of chewing
Makes stalking a beautiful thing
I can still smell my breath going away
From looking at her waist

At the trepidation of parents
Who died under the samurai sunrise
WIth night and MIG
Midnight Japan you were down
Your harried across the floor
Out the ******* door
Can't you see I'm trying to walk
Through this just society
Trees of a bad movie
You'd just seen.

There is a flower of desire
In his eyes of fire, that flickers like a candle
There is oak on the mantle

There is a crispness to his voice
That rings like that burning furnace
Amidst a rattling of dry leaves dying of thirst

And yearns for the yellow sun
There is a fire in his eyes
It is lit by emotion in his heavy heart

Conduits in a guarded hall
The millions of souls singing in unison
Of a similar silence of not fulfilling their vows
The music dances in the canopy of mosaic
Vicars garner sanguine spirits with a dance that sings
Old castles have inscriptions of the dead
And sagely spirits that haunt these very verses
Through these conduits run the blood of religion
Only the monks seem to be silent about it all

It is beautiful to find love
When hearts syncopate harmoniously
Then I know I will have somebody to love
I have been looking for care all my life
I just never gave anyone a chance
To hear my heartbeat or see through me
Perhaps maybe I am afraid
I choose to love
Because I know I will be fine

Deep in you, hangs your world
Fears, worries, pains are yours, as black secrets torment you
The life in me sees the world in you, you haul chains in lost minds
we speak the language, but you hear not cause your world is in you
Grandiose arid cursed witless lands, of those who think they are gods
These lines read like my rights
If you're my antipathy, towards my society
I use my rights to avoid your moral policing
Morals are a habit, a probable cause

The river's flowing
It asks me when will I change my mind
When time reveals my true-self in due time

The road back home is beautiful

Sun shining warmly in May

With trees overhead in sway

Why do I hide in the shadows?


I have people who remember me

They understand my needs

I can't trust them anymore

So, why do I want her?


I circle the city

I look for a seat on the subway

I sit across an empty seat that reminds me

I still play with her hands in my head


I have tried every street and nook

Read through every book

Hoping for a word or sentence

That won't remind me of her

The more I look around
I see people involved
In their lives, with another lover

Writing short poems and expressing
Deeper thoughts, only to fit in
With the masses

Maybe, this poem is too patterned
To my taste, but, that is how I feel
Why cannot a rose be a rose?

I found my love
In cinemas and money
But after life became lifeless
I found my love
In trees and flowers
In the end money grew up on trees
My rubber soles couldn't get me up there

When they saw the fire in veins
They watched in awe
As the cold in her heart thawed
And started beating again

The flies once buzzed around her face
Busily they went about
Turning every corner as they flew away
When her eyes became diamonds

But, no one believed
They felt the fire had consumed her
Her heart was once made of ice
She just needed to feel some warmth

Circadian and clicking, the time comes alive
Time dies in thine endless river, but, where I have coexisted
In this wine of learned place sand and somnambulant sorrows and radiant summers
The sparrow in the rain among the Rastafarian posse
Left the one in the grass in the spring
Without a parent of the grass in the nest
Hopeless soul of the grass in the resonance
One with the universe and pressing grass in the rest
Confused by opulence and riches and pass in the fall's leaf and grass
Researcher of the alchemy and the scion of the grasshopper wings and the lessons learned
Grasshopper on the grass preys on the night and some pestering winds
Reconnaissance the reeds and wattles of the fuliginous underwaters

The deepest thoughts
Made me where wonder
True reflection is hard to find

The sea came to wish me
And greet me
With a salty kiss
As well as a novice brush
Of the waves

Don't tell her
I've fallen in love with the ocean
Because the sea is too small for us
Two lovers.

I looked into your eyes
Of gold
For a second chance
Like I kept digging

But, it turned into looking for a silver lining
Your heart had turned cold
The skies were I had to look

Searching for grey skies
I was bewildered by your rain
It drenched me and told me
Tears aren't enough

I keep my
Clothes
Where wear
And tear
Can't
Get to them
The pair of
Shirts
Remind Me
Of her
Morning
And the Night
Without compare
A pair of sunglasses
Each tinted end on end
Shirts go great
With women's shoes

If you're drunk too much
You're sleepin'
The child's gone
The slave's life is forgotten
For a couple of bucks in vain
Should help you make it the through the wintery night
In nature, we see the light, if the dark persists in the cloudy night.

The contours and curves
That shape the heart
And the rivers that overflow
Pass through those ridges

A thrum within me
Ebbs, flows, and repeats your name
Until one day
The thunder struck

I felt the scenery come alive
It was the sound of my voice
That called to me
From inside

Cinderella twirled her glass shoes
The complexities of fitting one
Weren't transparent enough for us
To realize that you were special for us
The sincerity with which you wear ever blue
It's like looking at the horizon
With God's glass feet
The sky is translucent
The sight of the stars
Is what makes the objects appear so close
The light shines on us for centuries from lightyears

Once I was sitting among smoke rings and laughter
A snake came from the azure waters
Somebody shot the poor reptile
I asked him was that a ghost
A strange reply came from his lips
When the eyelids don't shut
When the dreams turn to daydreams
These creatures **** the cocoons and fire
In the winters when the ice takes over
They only slide into their gold skin
Akin to the season
There is torpor
And everyday can't be a summer dithyramb
An august reverie of the old fat lady is everywhere
Or the church dies with christened saints
It is the prayers that keep me awake
And the hiss of the lizard king
The sermons haven't wiped the tears
Only fears have turned to wrought iron
Galvanized by the gold skinned reptilian queen
I love your inner demons
They have no compassion
I would have shot it in the same fashion
Quite impassioned with a rectitude
As I name this beast with the right attitude
Only your love can absolve me
I don't need your friendship
Blitzkrieg will not bring the snake from the burrow
Or this confusion where fire treks and climbs tomorrow
Through the forests and the tedium of twigs
A medium of solitude will crumble
Allows me to see why I tremble
I can't feel your lightning
In the stormy weather and fiery hours
The lizard king still lives
The furnace of the lamp that burns bright
In the garden
I left it there, to ensnare them all

Loves lies in destruction
When we make love
We create love once more

Sages speak wise words
They flow like a breath
Though my veins, unstirred
As the years go by in a death
My heart grows and I look for answers
I still ask myself where do I tread

This page of lyric speaks to me
It has passed through my doubts
Resounding through echoes of thee
It is more sterner than my mouth
Bit by bit, it guides me amidst the trees
My pen knows not what it has found

After my dance with death's spirit
My beautiful poem cries and wails
I yearn for an end not merit
This is my song and picture, not a tale
The paths show some light and the forest splits
The rest of the poem disappears in the hail

I may have forgotten the lines
If you shower me with praise
The song of the forests dissipates with time
Yet, I remember the road and its precarious ways
Knowing this I know the answers will rhyme
As I find a maze of questions, once again

The ******* of the women, that I behold the Sun
The **** sapiens pilfer off the scintillating source, of the human and venus, fly traps
Adapting to the lotharios looking for hunger, in pangs of rampant desires
Surrendering to the tests of time, aren't far from the years beyond the making of old age

As the term ends, our high school diploma got older
Some were getting wasted, or some couldn't handle the pressure
The pleasure came in some wasted alley where there was such moribund or hatred
As the term ends, our high school became more diplomatic in such erfolgt
They had finally realized that teaching them literature would cause a gilded outbreak
They hadn't contained the outrage of a few failing students hung by a very thin thread
Posers and imposters were making the most of this water
Putting any more biological crap would make education a palabra

She climbs
And falls
As she sips darkness