I often describe fire as summertime
But, even the purest things need each other
To find a semblance of meaning in ice
Like shallow rain gives me the blues
Because I can't go out when it drizzles
Nor stay in with my loud thoughts
The tempo of sonorous clamor on the window
During heavy rainfall always calms the storm
Inside me, much like drivel of ice and hail

The stars
Sees us
As a grain
Of salt

Sometimes we
Run into danger
When the
Truth seems stranger
Than fiction

I told you to Sunday sufferer
Stay in church, without the Bible
Lest we do not wish to wake up on Monday
And go to school
I told you so
Stay at home, this Saturday
We left our folks back at home, looking
For the same old songs, and dinners
We came back from the war and talked
More about the change, except the sons and daughters
Weren't there to hear you
Wish we could have pulled you out of battles
We could have sons and fathers, as one
Wish we could have pulled out of the school
We could have sons and mothers, as one
Sharing ideologies and sharing church-goers
Who learned how to be spring lovers and well-doers
We learned from the well-wishers and sufferers
And the scathing looks in the school, reminded
That we may have been the wrong color in this oak town
We shouldered our responsibilities, as the black of blue
Often, the shoulder straps really set into my shoulders
The bruises are worse when a person uses the wrong tapered leather
The belt is mightier than the gut, but, I detest them both
The guns of beatings and shootings, I endeth them here
They ring in my soul, telling me "I am a dead stay, inside."
They ring in the church.
I thank my brother, I thank my sister. I thank the sinner. Jesus has taught me the value of friends and family.
Jesus said, "I am dead, stay inside." with a soul-searching look
"If you can't walk. Crawl."

The lassos that touch the sky
Pull it down
Maybe, I should keep my head in the clouds
Near clods and the lassos touched the stars

The suspense was real
It was so real
That writing them in 17 syllables is a probability

The sea breeze touches my parted lips
My parched throat longs for water
My aching body hurls itself on the shore
The spinning shoreline suddenly darkens
As if the hounds of hell ascended
It's insensate, paralyzing screams penetrate the sky
Her eyes are the first green I see
They permeate my body
And she closes her arms
Around me, lifting me to the crying heavens
The fish will always swim beneath

There's a cloud over me
Thunder rumbles its calling
A painted sky is free
So are the millions of flowers

It's the sweetest thing
To be near you
When the day is done
Your kisses feel soft as the rain

Being away with you
In some distant bench
Near a crescent lake
Where the sun doesn't set

It's the sweetest thing
To be near you
When the day is done
Your kisses feel soft as the rain

I see scarlet
When I hear the funeral trumpet
Now she is just a color

I hear Scarlet's cries
The love of my life
Murdered in cold blood
She was my wife

I have synesthesia
I see the blood
Imagining color is easier
For me

The blood has turned cold
But the color is warm
I feel blue when I think of her
And feel much warmer

Pass out
And drink some wine
Pass on the drugs
The stars walk brilliantly
If you're high
On life
Too bad, you're the child of the moon
The feet in action fire up a chain reaction
The love will come to you soon
If you learn to sing this song of the fullest tunes
A song of our existence shared is music to my ears

When the lifetime and the girl
Were gone a long time
The poppy and hail fed the storm
The song never was heard again
The seas are dull and empty

The disappearing air wears me thin
My hair has found it's brush
In the halo of unseen wind
The girl sees me after ten cities and ladies
The seas are lifeless

The amorous water came out
The girl I cared for when we boated
To sail and turn
The birds got tired waving us goodbye too

We were so in love
We might have been in love too young
A song was left unsung
Were ten cities that lay in ruin
And the people crouched in a din
Cruel as can be the seas were unloved

It does not help to be in love
If one cannot help or save you
When you are drowning

Catch a wind
Before it catches the light
I leave us in the wind
The terse one for you

Catch that falling star
It's chasing the car and leaving us in trains
It shines on us all, in the meandering scars
Scorching train, follow my masters in war shell-shocked
On the beaches of hope, song for song
Lying for lying
Trying to try, living and unliving
Falling in lost stars, exchange us for Andromeda
Stop that train, I'm leaving or already gone
On the terse train, the one for you
Pensive in your punishing absence

A casual look at your ****
Is a simple feeling of pleasure in a world
Full of complicated goodbyes
A casual look at your hair
When the dews are falling from the leaves
And the hesitant mind is preoccupied with fear
A casual look at your **** stain
Is not enough to make the world explode
But, the thoughts I dare keep in my dreams
Ought to stare at me right in feelings

There's a girl I'd forgotten long ago
As that summer subsided
The trees lost their leaves
And autumn arrived

I've pretended that I felt nothing
It's been years since we last kissed
But it is summer once again
I'm reminded of her

They come in faint whispers
And frail fingers clutch onto those tired memories
That I can't seem to let go of
At this time of the year

I feel the ache after all this time
Once the flowers begin to bloom, yellow and white
Fluttering in a candid breeze that tells me
She's still out there

A great many hearts died
When you perfected hate
Boy

The ones whose opportunities
Are waived
The train of thought
Keeps them well cared
For as they fight for a way

Anyone can save the day
And all shall rise at the night
On the other side of the world

We have once stretched ourselves
Like paper boats under the rain
And this soft heartbeat remains afloat
While keeping a dying ember in vain

The warm fire crackles and flickers
And a cat curls near the empty hearth
Close to where there once were soft whispers
The echoes dwell near my throbbing heart

I'm looking at the thin lines of the firewood
That opens and bursts at the fire's slightest touch
And what is left from time's tide, passed by
Lays strewn under the hearth, burning in the fire

Yet, I still remember your complexion
And my heart rebels against all logic
But, as it cannot overcome time's roughness
It chooses to preserve your shapeless words in black ink

Washington had never seen a grin
On an American face
Till now
It had war written all over it
But, the battle had just begun
The trees had dropped dead
In the icy breeze
Catching a glimpse of the water
In the icy calm of Delaware...

Preface
Hessians and Brits
Were in their rightful wits
They were jostling for another win
After losing New York


For Washington, it meant the ****
"Victory or Death" so it seemed

The American Plan
Historians say we were 3000 troops short
But, I say we were 2400 brave men up
The crossing of the Delaware River
Became the manoeuvre of the 18th century

December 26, 1776
The whistling of winds amidst wailing bloodied soldiers
The fury of gunfire ripping the chests of a hundred Hessians
The command of American advancement with 2400 troops
All led to cover taken behind the Trenton houses
By the British stooges

The End Of Hessian Troops
Germans had become notorious for drinking
And by now
Their senses had yielded
And the night had redacted their bloodthirst
One must say,
Warriors glance and prospect
Winners celebrate and revel
Americans were about to
Descend unto sudden death without suspicion or suspect
However, with sudden death comes everlasting glory

For example, a battle of belligerence depicted by Emanuel Leutze in "Washington Crossing The Delaware"
That was the Battle of Trenton, my friends at Hello Poetry

I guess I'm still looking for you
Keep looking for the truth
About the skies
That bathe in the sun
Like a hot bath
In April
Revelation tells me I'm dreaming
Of a touch
Never knowing warmth
The coldness reminds
I'm being taken to a prison
The warmth of the ***
Beats the cold sentencing to life

The way I look at it
You can either
Accept your fate
Learn from destiny

If it is difficult
To find the two
In the long run
Then, life is a long stretch

Look at the present
Instead of the past and
Predicting the future
Expecting everything will be new

My girl is away for a while and I can still time
When I am with her, I can still feel her
We shared coaches on a long train and passing the fields
The countryside was different now

It was beautiful when she was near
She was a beautiful girl that I revered
I didn't deserve her

My love is in my heart and there it swallows itself
Guiding me through life and processing the jagged edges
Along the way, when she left
I didn't deserve her I said, but a cuckoo still sang for my vanquished state

The silence resounds in the constant
Typing of your name
In my heart, that is shaped into a typewriter

Nature gives
It takes
You remind me
Of the nurturing
Arms of the breeze
It took my breath away
But gave you a stride
In the cold winter
Under the stare
Often brushing the trees cold and bare

Like a father needs a son
A son needs a mother
If we part can you tell me
How are you my son?
Standing on the Marti Gras parade
Do you love us and live in the trees without us
Come down and be with our folks
The trees will live
The sun will come
Soon, the prodigal son will return
The evening will pass and your mother awaits your return
The sky will fold into a cloud
All things shall come to pass
All you need are the wings to fly
Let the skies unfurl your glorious heart
My phoenix haired boy in red toga
Standing on the sea shells and floating in the evil breeze
Singing the blues with the flapping waters

Of the road that had been left in haste
I was glad that my soul stayed the course
As the winter and my speeches never would
I never had been frost-bit by cold stares
O', the heat of glares unnerved me weary
I was hardly visible amidst trying times
The climes brought the dreary snow and many crucibles

It was the fire that melted the flakes
I distinguished myself from fakes
I know all that quakes
In my soul that takes less
As it gives away to the lakes
Of warm water as summer finally comes

If the ground is red with blood of soldiers
The skies will be filled with liberty
If they declare truce
There will be screams for the martyrs

If they refuse to sit with us as citizens
The righteous will stand as criminals
If the powerful ask for peace
The weak will have to resort to violence

If the rich have the luxury to be lenient
The poor don't have the amenity of justice
If the power is being cruel to be kind
Then we will spread kindness
Because being kind is no cruelty

Addicted to long poems
I looked to alliteration
To elongate my sentences realize
Poetry was alliteration of the thought

You can write your life in elegies, the culture still remains the same
Some say we can make the truth or zero-knowledge from song and dance
Old and aged, insatiable and satiate our addictions lancing us on horses hedonistic
If I were a psychiatrist I'd read you, talk of zero summers, in Hebrew biopsy and medicines, a free think of hope, dangerous thing
But, soon wildflowers will be writing about you makes it worth selling, trouble bed's made and occupied by ***** and mead
If I were a state of mind, I'd be a person of my lines of stares
I write these as an essay on the highs of cultural expression, Tanks can also be a form of cultural expression
Maybe it's oppression on the fire of the year of ten soldiers on the freedom of the nightlight and lively likeness if we were searching for lost gold
It's a way we write about the memories and have free will and fears too, truant about freedom often losing courage and killing kings, queens often make out of it really sad
Rarely, raffle, rabble fiefdom, caviling censuring frenetic energy, virile yelling, on the catatonic hall in the cat in the LA Alhambra hall, or maybe souls pass in that dark hall
It is in the falling stars, into the years as they go by on the fault line of insatiate desires, burning fires in the circles of hell
Arriving in this Le suiva drama or friends in our pallbearers of different friends married to different soulS
Hangovers and everything, black and blue, white and black I cannot tell that the kitten is following in its the prologue of lithe likewise following the battered suitcases on the ways, and long ago
Something like this friendship and relations, festering autumn, seasons change and the summers brings the music of the piano man, Billy Joel
Plays in the freedom that reeks of freedom in the hallway, reflecting in the drunk cigarettes, starched shirts often come in the forum of swarth men, in the frescoed building painted with freewill to achieve
Heights for freewill and tumescence in tempestuous objectivity, of how we look at life, grades of herons, Freud's animals degraded in this foxtail, a plant across the house
In yonder tempered mental gaze, it's struggling to solve these worlds in fewer drinks and more works
Works offered their dreams, we offer the night terrors and midnight mistreatment
Treatize odyssey, riches to rags, muses can call me in my sleep and leave me out wry
Dry

It's still available
A friend is one in our needs
It's a grand gesture
So grab your seats
The attention is for the lovers
Who find life in death
And graduate the jealous circumstance
Life is a disease
Love is the cure, I suppose
But, I'm just a blind man
In a colorful world
Where the flowers and bees
Are made out of trees
And the lakes immerse
In a stream where a stammered eddy flows
Mistaken for the surreptitious breeze
That understands winter is short
To love is better
Than to have never have your heartbroken
Is it in us that we seek such likeness
Such completion in elation is required
I strive to find the meaning of passion
Without any prejudice or pride
Love is a fickle thing

Drinking in the halls
The eccentric people with
The hellcat, drink where the champagne falls
And they tell us Moses was at the helm of Earthly seas
Purposeful, purporting, punctilious that is the howling wind
That learns to speak through elders that have plenty of mouths to feed
Jealously beyond compare, the music belies the noise
Thence, the heart so barren, that words fall like wasted words
Talking about memories, thence beyond compare and laconic behavior
Iambic meters, the music sounds like it is tinkering my inner moonlight with its a spoonful of rhapsody
When the tempestuous storms are white then the maiden's talk of blossoming buds
Prodigal and prodding the terms of rain, and the raging fields of coruscation
These locusts cannot turn into blood, as the coral in her eyes shines with heated perturbation
Lust spake as it is should be taken for fair chance unless pardoned
Sunshine on your shoulders, I hold your hands like a flower that follows my wildflower
The misery that sermonizes the serious surprise, although maiden and beyond compare
The gumption so rare, the customary glances of belied and complicated fairness
The sword speaks when I fall silent to comparisons belied my heart in boughs of distress and troughs of harmony
White like the musketeers that never let the chance pass

Out of darkness
Comes Jesus
In my dreams
My life was in pieces
The light of my life
I stared into my hands
With regret
I had none to give
A company who desired my will
He asked me to silence my nerves
The trembling fears
Came back alive
I washed all my face
To forget the vision
The past had an innocence
Now it reminded me of his presence
The darkness shifted
And I fell on the bathroom floor
The lava lamp hovered in iridescent tides
Lush green plants watered themselves
God had left a miracle behind

The birds come out
Summer death, les fleurs
Owls sleep and the roadside cur
Be it that they understand
These creature love the moonshine
Like a smorgasbord of moonbeams

Now you will no longer speak
Because your words are an endless field
Where the dead come to swim
The lifeless come to crawl
Those left don't even know their soul
Or their worth as lovers flee
The ghosts of the past aren't free

The spirit works in this dream
The sound doesn't come in your ears whenever you fall in love
And can't find your heart
Holy and lone, solitude is a rare and real bliss
The bed's too big without you, when I miss your art
I'm lost without you, I've found that in someone else's knowledge
Based this on fact, and fragments of the farther life
Farther than life, distant dream
Czar covering us by the comely cowards in colorful crowds
Knowing when everyone sleeps, because he kills them in their peaceful sleep
You're in my head too
I know you like the back of the left hand
Now you're out of my grip, I'm holding on to a fair hand
On the trapdoor calling for the sung blue, blue song for the black cannon

I want to **** myself
On a lonely night
When the pain is shared
By estranged lovers, and none is left for me

God only knows
I can only take so much sadness
Shattered glass is sharp
But the distance between us breaks my heart, first

In Walt Whitman's words
I'll never die of hopelessness
And my very flesh will make a poem
With an honest ending for my friends


I want you to hold my hands
So, I don't have to drown in pity
I shall cut a tuft of chartreuse grass
From the fields of the after life

As Orpheus did to his, to save his love
From the thin lines of hell
I want to **** myself
At midnight on a full moon, because you will be looking at the sky

Who lurks behind that thinly veiled sky
Beneath the clear blue dye of midnight
In its opportunity, I have seen some clarity
Its a dream, much like the next
Only, when you hold my hand, next to me
All the stars submerge, and we float
Like the diamond sky
Away we shall shine crazily
Unveiling our inner spark, along with our madness

The best thing you ever did for me
As you tore the walls I had built
Out of fear
Was set this bird free

I had forgotten how to trust
Crossing the sea of despair, none the wiser
As I took on your worst
Teaching myself it was worth the pain

I still think about you
Just not as much
Your hands are cold to the touch
And our shoulders don't brush

I'll no longer drown in my tears
I've put up my walls for the last time
A bird in heart sings crystal clear
In a land with no fear

A queer and epicure
A problematic diet
A teenage workout
I had to go to the prison bar
Lcked out my cell
Push ups on the go
With the trust in my heart
There was despair
I was raised to go
Home
Stay at home
Different shades
Take it from here
Better believe
You never stay same similarly
Indeed there's a reassurance
iknow
Somthing in your mind
Hard ot get, hard to figure out
SOmething bothering you
Man the racism isn't
There
It's the hate
THe sympathy and liberty
With the justice of a sullen symbol
Of sudden death
Of sombre nation
With the fearlessness
With the challenge of scale and bellicose resistance
I better work and stomp out the hate
THat I have
I was little I wanted to stay at the home
Away from the cigarettes that close ones ask for
If you knew me my face
Even the Devil wouldn't recognize
Trust me a face in the
Neu ce fleur

Sensing the blood of pure white wrists
That hold the time as I twist the lines
Of my Berceuse
Like the rivers flow and meander
Assuring us three
We can go all the way
And stay together like diurnal bees
Do be unkind to me
Tomorrow is uncertain
Tomorrow tomorrow is all you say
Have you ever seen the rain
Prairies and azaleas in bloom
Or the oysters of the world
Who open up like a jukebox from me to you
This is my loveless glance
As I hold your mummified eyes
Crawling into your soul and through the dreams
Pain can be felt through a person's eyes
Bit by bit I turn impervious
To my old wounds
Shame on you
I can't open my heart or feel my tune
So I sing these days in the shower as I appreciate this beauty
Few people can feel naked or forage a distant memory
To clear the fugue of blues
Red blood is what makes our veins
It's the blue blood that stays on

In the black and bold night
A few moons, wrinkled and old with grey
The stars look down
I'm in a stranger's skin
Out of this whole world

My soul knows who I was
It looks for a glimpse inside
Dad says,"I have committed a sin."
He cries in disbelief and guilt
My heart only hears what I fear

It can simply wilt without feeling
On some days, it finds a numb feeling
Like a moth drawn to a candle
Blindly drawn to a candle
Now, I want to be free

Not from your flame
I am a part of your ocean of tears
A desert of endless courage
Free from fear
Free from the blind leading the blind

I hope the command
Doesn't wander
That I want you to get better
Is it in your head?

If I wanted to jump
I'd fly
Away from this feeling.

They never
Said
Poets can't be princes
Like eggs
Can't go with noodles
Poultry was never the same

The nights are sleepless
If I would stay awake
You would call me on the cordless one

If hanging up meant
Hearing you breath raspily
You can bet that I am not in love

So, you want to be a poet
Through hard times
That brings the worst out of people
To keep you from falling into mediocrity
This is nowhere to be, my friend

Like a boat lost at sea
If you feel you don't have the speed
Or the wind by your side
Don't fret, and let the thunder gather first
Unlike many big ships, your sails might survive that storm

I have been on the ocean
When the sky stopped reflecting on the warm waters
On some days, I could see the deep bottom
Green, murky, ***** and unbeautified by the broken light
Refracted in that polluted water full of salinity

In those depths, you may lose breath
If you can unmask the truth, keep writing
When poetry sees you wait, it will not
It is not as patient as writer's block is
Can you bring some semblance of life
Knowing this

I must confess, I've fallen in love before
When the leaves settled
Upon the feet of autumn trees
That let the drizzle pool in their palms

I've been in awe of beauty before
That was during a sudden summer
As the heat baked the sheets of linen and satin
That hung neatly on my balcony, letting out the petrichor

I have been kissed, not by her
But by the cold rain that touched my lips
As I looked up at the blue grey skies
Longing for comfort

Although when she'll love me
I'll never know
I know this misery
Will come and go

And so I welcomed the winter
Held its cold, dead hands
Caressed it with tender touch
Accepting that good times aren't meant to last

So, I've fallen again
But this time I think it is for real
And she makes me happy in so many ways
That makes it worth the pain and grief

The play of the seasons
That come and go
Like life's small victories and love's blindness
Remind me, this too shall pass

Years have gone by
My enemies became my friends
But, my friends never changed
Years have gone
My tears turned to hope
Hope is a beautiful thing
It changes how you think
Hope is found where the lost souls
Find love, my friends
Find out where you lost your spark
This Valentine's Day

When clouds break
The cold rain welcomes us all
Watch their droplets fall
Scattering carelessly on the roads

Dawn brings the light
Reminding me of you
A distant breeze flows through
Stirring the remnants of the night

There is a sky open wide
For us two
We can share it too
But I give my world to you

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With my old password named after a passerby
Restless educated youths striving for essence of life
THe truth of simple trending poems
Hit in one note
Blazed at the right time
The smoke room had no melancholy messengers of stricken God
You fall in pit, you lose your wit
Shot down by the flight
Of the rain and the sheets of clouds
Sleets in dark cold clouds
The blue faded decision of going to die
Higher than a kite and the know-it-all renegade
The affirmations faded away
Away they go in the flow of the waters of the popular debate
The remnants of logical exchange
The remnants of a time
Yes sir
We congratulate you
Elliot, you got the ire of the crowd
A twinkle
You crazy diamond
Star feet blazed under the screen
The home runs of the meaning of the pavement of the streetlights
As they drown the case in a note
The ****** footprints follow me
The likable triad of friends, school and wildlife

Why are women so forbidden
If love is the first impulse we have?