Follow me through the waters
The ocean's cold and deep
Broken hearts seek excitement too
Time still moves on through

You fill my eyes with light of a thousand suns
Many days have passed and I've searched for you
In the skies and oceans
But, time still moves on too

I don't believe you will remember me
When you say the sunset is beautiful
I know I am tip-toing along the reflected starlight
And a thousand iridescent eyes of the skies follow us

One of the faces
That I keep in my closet
Belongs to her

She has seen
The skeletons that dance and rattle
And the pale face that knows fear

With a blurred vision
I watch the words of love
Wash away like a sight in dark

How many rapes
Must one society take
Before it can learn not to wait

You washed your silver hair
Near the window sill
Lay your potted plants in gold
It must have been an illusion
Ephemeral envelopes
Of torn love
Arms full of grey matter
Smudging the love and hunger
Sweetness and summer mixed
We talked and talked
Bringing the love from our love letters
I had loved you three years ago
Now, we knew what an illusion love is
We kept being in awe
Fascinated by our bodies
Intertwining our downy arms
Scratching our backs with honeyed stings
You taught me what love is
I know what I am
Such moments came my way
Every person feels deeply to this day
With every ounce of purchased time
I find love growing much stronger

You are world, the wind
And fire with the water
That makes up the air I breathe
I take in your breath
In many ways
And reduce my existence
To a simple world
Which knows only war and destruction
Why do I know you?
Because you have thrown me
In here
With your being
Where we touch our lips
And drown in each other's blood
Absolving each other of our sins
We don't need love
We need no God
We need a life beyond pleasure

If you can imagine yourself
With the breathing palaces
And the tenebrous traces of dingy darkness
You have arrived in hell, rather than heav'n
Looks like heaven is make-believe
But, if you write about flowers, like the moors
They rise with the darkness of dusk, and the moonlight
Murky as the deep cenacles washed with erudition and seas
These reflections are getting better, but, as a typical person
I find that next one will lead me, to reach my favorite shores
This sort of choice doesn't come with longing, at the adventures
I admire the possibilities
And the probabilities
Mercy mercy me, what it is used to be
Dreary, but, like a dress that makes me happy
Heav'n or Hell, postmodernism is hell
We are just moving along with times, wondering what it will worship
All that matters is friendship and conviction in your dreams
Hold them close like helms, and set them free like sails
Zeus looks from stygian darkness, and purgatory

Here you go
Your sparkling drink
Showing your visage in the empty coffers
Your place among the lifts and the escalators
Of my heart
A beer of sparkling gold
A conversation of the taste of wine

The Thunder turned the water
Into rain
The blue in the midst
Were the skies in the white clouds

Come along and let it go
The heartbreak is the same everywhere
You Roam
The home that stays with after a drink of
***
This is your turn to jump
From a crystal tower
Keep your visions to yourself
'Cause you're my crystal delight

Arriving with the time waiting
For revival
The time is for China to take its socialist shame
Turn the times to the populace was the same
Truncheon tanks, and the whole shebang, the guy who died
Mao Zedong, Tiananmen Square, Creedence clearly an atom bomb
Away from a bunch of lies, dealing with slaves and something inside them died
Tangled up in memory, tangled up in the blood
Tangled up in a truant sundry, I'm unaware of the inchoate
But, the bloodshed reminds me, of the battleground that hasn't heard from the crying dead
We nurtured the poor, to feed the roads with our public money
Reconnaissance of every remnant individual, timbre, and everything, in an ephemeral second
We blew up in silent thought, without knowing of attacking and arresting atrocities all in the name of a thousand cuts
Cradling civilization, there will be blood, the sun's up on the wrong end of the pursuit of happiness
Numbed by the pain, the sun's up on the wrong of the pursuit of happiness
Tampering the evidence, conclusively ending my progress
Tanks rolled over the ****** corpse, mangling it beyond solidarity
None of us could recognize him
Things were difficult before easy.
The man was a genius when he was dreaming.

The time
Talk of dimes
And equity
In mines
The leaps
Of vines
That flip through
My mind
Abseiling
Through
Warning
Signs
I need to forget
Her presents
In my presence of mind

Haiku jam
Years alone
There is a stowaway
On a boat
It is banana
Banana boat

With society
Don't give a **** about
A person's misery
an innocent girl lurks
A presence in the state of memories
Without a doubt
A feeling
That seems too real
Say it with me Photons excite as much as the other girl you like
TO help you stay confident

You explained empathy
In the thoughts of literature
Or sympathy, though I don't need it
I'm ******* getting carried away
So, you can carry that weight?

I would like a green field
That turns to the golden sun
Like a comet
That chases as long as it burns
Some days are diamond
Some days require a little warmth
And sometimes
The one who hurts us
Has a heart made of limestone
That is all time does for us
It is all on me
I know that now
As the sun came down on me
After all the days
The signs made sense
As you flew away
Into the distance
I understood
Life isn't beautiful
Time is
As it helps me forget

Through my jagged
Rhymes mine and yours
My time be tattered
My words cloaked by daggers
Rusting and broken-unclipped
Slightly tragic
Shall have some lyric
Inasmuch much ragged pith
If your love is for us dogged creatures
It finds a prickly finish
Much like a yellow rose that hides
In a thorned spine
Tearing your fabric
To reveal your true nature

The baker gives bread to
Boys
Boys will be boys

Scraping red dust from porch
She sank into tears
The soil was sullen and ploughed
The time was right for joining the army

He left his home and went down south
Time is good to us, he assured her
Write a letter to me everyday, my love
He got away from her ornery look

She reminds herself, he is alive
The rifle's jammed and no one's behind
The gun that will not fire
For her, it is good that he is back

He left with another woman
She joined the front lines
As she was left no choice
Neither did she have a voice

They pleaded stay at your earthen home
Harvest the wheat and feed
Your lonely mouths
It was a doubt that carried her away
She never came back

The fire was shot around
The line was drawn
The time is good
She never bore another son

Clocks slay time
As William Faulkner says
Too bad you still aren't alive

Love's a game
In the beginning
But ends
Pretty quickly

Hate's a responsibility
To take sides
Against the enemy

I love winding up
Like a clock that winds down
When clocks die, time comes alive

time's a sphere
It stays on both sides
Of the life I lead

Wandering the streets
Feeling in the rain
Keeps my love
In the air
Gray in the day
Evening keeps my love alive
So I wake up with her in the morning
Unrest at the night
Feeling the sensual senders
Take my angel's breath

Time's a northern pole
Darker than washing away
Freeing rests my spirt
Shadows are falling
And gave you the whole day
You're lying with me around
In the circus of the follicle heartbeat on a drumskin full of steel
The miracle of birthing is dead by the aborted misery of poor deeds
I guess you died in my lively dreaming dead for the dreary
Dreaming for the living for the leaden existence that's weighed down by life
Take a note from me, I can count on your saving in the dose of their droll behavior, made me vicious in reality
The lichens that come from the soil
Make the milch animals by killing
It in the faithless slaughter
Of the frown
In the pig
Of the personal power
The pondering chimp
Spinning and madly sporting all across the sun
Canning the heat
The potion of the rickety cauterized man who wasn't all that bright
Is the aluminum that makes the sound, ringing alright
Of your ringing hall
Missing school, far from your polar desert of cold looks and miserable principle
Come, I've gone found a jangled up woman in your youth
The moral desert's mirage is the soul in his soulless eyes Disappearing disappearing
The voice of the smoke rings
Telling of thoughts flowing so eloquently
And the smoldering waves
Heat my watered feet
The ocean is deep
I want that swim
Have for a long time
And I want to swim across with or without you?

Black and white are just colors
If you mix them like paints
Everything is a grey cloud
Without a silver lining

A beggar knocked on my window
A tap was enough to grab my show
He was a little boy of four
I never saw him no more
He asked for support
He drowned in the Chesapeake
Now he is a drunkard
And he likes his whiskey with rye bread
Unlike the dead crowd in bar of wry attendants
His paltry cash deposits make for no riches
He lives life with crutches
Barely makes it a mile with no shoes on
But he knows how to run from the dour cops
Because he has always been in trouble
His name is trouble
He tap dances on streets in a disguise
To save the attention and scour for glory
From the remains of some dead poet

Flocks of a bird came together
Singing across the city
Moving across the little specs of society

This' heart's a jukebox
Darling buds of may
If you love him
Clap your hands
If you know you hate him too
You love him
Clap your hands
If you can't get enough
There'll nothing left share
If you don't love him
Then dump him
If you can, Polly...

Polly (The Poem)

Love can be annoying
But, annoying can be lovely
Women
You are beautiful
Look at a mirror
Life can only be understood backwards, but it must be lived forwards. That's a true reflection.

Make love
If you can't
Hold a grudge
Make up
If you can't
Judge
Make war
If you can't
Stay
Make love
If you can't
Date or escape

Letting you go was the hardest thing to do
So I found my solace on a lonely bench
Under the trees, softly rippling waters sleep
The flowers are alive usually

In this storm, they're looking for the sun
That once promised to rid them of the pain
There's rain in this part of town - I'm drenched
A cold breeze rushes through my shirt

I can feel my shirt flap against me like sails
It's cold outside
I shiver a bit in the hellish wind, frigid and pale
White flowers turn grey

Pools of black water at their feet
There's no will to live or be heard
When I see the leaves flutter
The boughs break

The sky cries
The sun is out of sight
Thunder grumbles, waking the scenery
Animals scurry back to their homes

And this place welcomes me
I've etched you in a long forgotten memory
Stretched it at times
Till it finally tore at the seams

The girl
In the red dress
Has mismatched shoes
But she wants to look good
For you, baby
Maybe she ain't no blonde or brunette
Or fiery like a redhead
But she'll fill the bed
With her heart and soul
And open her ******* in the parking way
The walking way is her stormy house
Visit her, my brother
She wants your poise
I want your hugs
She needs it enough to be heard

Teenage years
Red ears
Cause of the scolding
He hears
Down in tears
Drowning
Ignorant of his fears
Blissfully illiterate
Among his peers

I am alarmed
At the ghost
Of your past, it asks me to do things
I just don't like

Coast to coast
The more you come to town tasting of a strange brew
You leave the train station in downtown Arkansas, dreamin' of America
The more you can fiend your way alone, friends to toast with
Moksha attained, I'm going off to Mars looking for enlightenment
My space is booked and the coast looks like a sea seldom touched
Kinda like blue midnight in Martian space, riding in a summer car
Shining lady fickle
Makes a good pickle
I want a taste of your sickly sour
Coal from the coast, take my life on your jungle groove
In heeps of trolley's, trollops in the shiny diamond cars
Diamond shining in the hustled season, unknowing of what's charging past marching mayflowers
Today's dills in summer taken in chrome horses hanging out in grander pernicious places, we could steal and thieve from petty complaisant men

Don’t
Do
It

We were letters that burned in the same fireplace
Our stamps were different, yours was a pound
I was just a few pennies for your thoughts
In a race

You're always questioning the order
I always follow you and end up in trouble
We are looking for cure-alls and bursting bubbles
You've taught me to separate the liars

Some lie to steal and others lie to live
While you have stolen, you never lied to me
I know you may be part of my destiny
But we will never be together while we live

If we meet again, we'll be together

Art has ways to explore
You may be in dire need
But when it comes to art
You explore
In foreign cities
Sitting under yellow city lamps
Losing your way in the metro
But when it comes to art
You explore
Tokyo is such a place
I wish to visit
When I'm out of money
I explore
When it comes to sketching
Your grace
Your face
Your exotic charms
Make me clap my hands
And change my pallette
My love for the city has never changed
When the people degrade for their ruin
Get better by the years
The years change
Tokyo I need to dream about you
And explore
Hello people
How's the sunshine
In this cold weather
Love has traces of a past I can't recollect
But when it comes to loving women and friends
It's the same
Just like Tokyo dreaming

The ****** footprints
Of the myopic
Make for the best clues of your vivacious poetry

the cars crossed by me
the stars walked
the moonlight shone on me
the time passed by me
but the past followed
Like a shadow

I grow older, deadlier, and sicker
I want the rosebuds that live
And they grow prickly
I need to live

I need to feel the fresh spring air
The youthful side of me needs it
I have learned to cherish
Tomorrow, tomorrow

Finally?

Are you saying you
Can be my love
My true love, too

Will you climb inside my skin
If asks you to not move
Will you climb in my skin, with its diseased face
If it asks you to not to move
There's blood on the floor, and you can't see it
If it asks you not to move
Somebody, please tell me, how you're supposed to seal
Sealing in all the juries and adjudicators who were baffled by
Your unraveling love, like torn letters

I see no amusement
In having your pride
You changed my way of life

Good clothes keep all doors opened
Odd clothes bring all doors to a close
No clothes are where you open at the close
Or vice versa

The water has really shown me
What it is in your eyes
Only a deep pool of salt
Can dry the tears that rain from your face
As you pace the streets
With a beggar's bowl like lost pearls
Scuttling across the streets
Life has been unkind
Let me kiss you quick
Before you fall into a trap
My goodness is with you
Keep my candle carefully
Let it's incandescence flicker
As I speak to you only the eyes touch me
It is for good luck
It is good luck that we met too

While this city breathes and sleeps
I carve out myself a little space
In your heart
When I dream of you

With passion and
Broken will
I yearn for you still
You’ll never know how much more I will

Your kisses
That beauty
A serene smile
Your skin against mine

I wish
I could look
At your eyes
And wipe away the tears
That touch your smile
In the pursuit of happiness

She curled up her fingers
In mine
Read my mind
My heart screamed

The promised land is ours among anything easy
Where crickets live in silent trees
As the birds in the evening, congregate
Where we trail the train and its gait
I know when the birds levee their weight
With wings of fate
Wet flowers wilt in her hair, dry today
Of a passenger who is making her way

When my heart screams
"Peace!"
I think it means "Please"