Drinking by the bar
You don't buy me a drink
Just your beauty
Worth the intoxication
Of your toxicity

I've been waiting for you all my life
Just to rest in your arms
Now you're on my mind
See if I give a **** tonight

If I kick myself for loving you
Will you be there to save me
Because I know you won't care
As long as you've vanished without a trace

If this just about
A road I shouldn't cross
I can't think twice about it without dying

Trees - miles of gold on a cold autumn day
Outline
The meadow
Tracing leaf-like patterns on the pale grass

Flowers sit at the foot of chinar
Looking to the sun
Peering from the cloudless sky
Upon those sleepy petals

Soon the trees
Will shed their cracked, brittle leaves
To make way
For such a pleasant scene, yet again

I wish I could be
Surrounded by the sea
Looking at the horizon
Drowning

They spend their days applauding the rich
To keep them off the streets and make use of their glitch
Is it a disability or a glitch that snatches away their rights
Or that keeps off the sky to reach the city of lights
Where a baby can be born without a risk of a bad eye
By the simple gesture of clap turned bad whereas the birth of the baby should be celebrated with cheer and rye
But I guess that’s just the humor thicked with wryness
But we find many a homosexual whom we kindly and unknowingly address as Your Highness
The abundance of homosexual conquests to give away any hope of the lord to ignorantly receive him
Chopping off their manhood with a sword at every whim
In the bloodiest fashion reminiscent of all that’s wrong in the universe
If we could just find a reverse
It isn’t just the transgendered who feel the curse of their face
What about the acid victims bluntly speaking who won’t make it in the rat race
The media may portray them as heroines
But when the danger is past their past leads to what is simply a couple of street coins
It’s all in a visage
The idea of making money right is just a mirage
It falters with circumstance and birth right
If you were born developed enough for this world success is in your sight
Looks like transgender people have no place to go
The government should know
So why not the army so they can push the agenda of war too
But it seems like they have no country to fight for you
So don’t be afraid of them
They are born at the hem
Of a ship that signals a rough life that doesn’t soothe by a deep REM sleep
So they aren't any less capable because they still deal with deeply rooted social stigmas that would make anyone working through that weep

Too shy to ask
Is there a way to erase
Your confusion without looking into the past
Dying on the road never went by so fast

Oppai tashite kuremas kudasai itte kure wa
Sono dashita teme nani itteru kure ko no imasu
The freedom of the dovideja, and the femme frames of the mirror
Of the Tarkovsky and glass notes of wave cuts, remember

Hanging from the ropes
Falling at break-neck speed
Slow chill to the spine develops
Among the stoic subjects

Around people
For eternity
All wisdom surrounds me
But the experience escapes me
Quite surreal

Caught in a circle of despair
I'm unafraid of the waves
As the tides of the ocean creep up
Upon the horizon, there's a sun flickering

I want to feel the water drown me inside and out
If you'll see for a little longer
The weight gets heavier
That's tied around my ankles, filling the lungs

I'll be submerged in the vast expanse of time
So close to slipping into the night's tides, I am
Not to be found the next morning, sleeping with the fishes
You'll know that I had the time of life, exploring the ships

The waves with its shapely fingers called out
So that I swam a little more to feel alive
Even though the heart is heavy with sadness
My legs can't help but kick, out of breath

Out of breath
I waited for the storm
And its powerful onslaught of water
To bring me to a whimpering end

Strength is the weakness
When sadness has the predicament of being
Comeliness
Microbes and cultured, like the brushing aside the business
The crimes and punishment, you can't save up for the love and the crass capital beating
Broken legs, break the prison humor, the convict's jungle rapping, touching the wrong towels
Breaking open skulls on the system of the broken street
Down on the hip stirring procreating street, with ******* tad adolescent folks
Never upon the crimson red, and thespian action
The resonant redacted symbol that tells you for the freedom of the lost symbols
Well, they're acting like the beats and bustards that break their necks at the shot of the bullish broken gun
Badland and Bambi could have been gladder if she were roadkill
Too bad we would be regretful and faithful
Marquis Sade and breaking the buzzing rhyme with the talk of divine tragedy
We love you pi, your irrational thinking
Got me dividing your attention, I might be grading if I start with English
Starting, the trombone blew out, the instrument was the one I was through
If I found the right hole, I'd press it better
If the fingers were wrapped and tapered, the beveled ceiling
And the pleasant mirror talks to me in my diggity
On the hollering heron on the halcyon buggying out on the funky freelance
Scarring the storms across the fire, break my bones
Serve my food to the military, break my pride
Take my mind, sell it up for tomorrow vegetables and today's debts
The droughts seem fresh in the rotten flesh, not sure if it's dehydrated
I'm blemished and pleased with my dealings, competing for the most damage
Do you wanna put a plate of food, for my last meal as a famed convict
Too bad isn't your turn to obviate all the mistakes I made in making the line before your mum
Serve it up in the Folsom prison, with the playing cons cool for their socks
Strikes and socialist assemblies turning out revolutions, like pamphlets for lost and found
We're still for freedom, I ran into the wrong neighborhood
Maybe, I followed the river where it flowed, trenchant isn't that followed a mind map
You can't move into the apartment, what kind of crap is that
Trapping me and pleasing me, and teasing me sensibly
I hope I denunciate another person on the slippery foam of frat parties
Festering droughts, freedom aborting the fedora
Hate crimes are returning the favor, in the worst possible
Tedious angst seems rather adult-like if you grow up in wrong shoes
Of your boot polishing forefather, I bet grew up in a better neighborhood
I somnambulantly place, that you want someone to talk
I talk my way out of dreams and look at faceless strife
I can't place the right word, the hurt's real honey
Humming bird like a bully underwhelmed by his tricks and traction
On the students of the same school called life

Flesh of a lonely man
Needs make up
Wreaths on this list coming

Crossing out and ticking the boxes
We’re still holding the dust of souls
And ashen glances look like desultory glances

****** on the nursed streets
The streetlit howling winds can fly out of educated lives
We are only left educated minds changing their ways and stealing cigarettes

Feigining for the father figure
I hope we have had a good time
The night’s brighter with the vivid growth of the undernelly

Knell bells tolling, killing the bleeding
Sojourn the dress, and adjourn th court
Red crimson tresses sense the mallet of sentences marking forever

Those worst worshipping travelers of trafficking
Altruist, my forefathers are looking at us like it’s now or never
The darkeness is inevitable, but, the tunnel runs out with indomitable spirit stealing glances from the Gods of religions so decrepit
I had my luck in my pocket from these corrupt politicians, and reiterated that I’d run and reign and then run
Like the apoplectic season of the monsoons, teaming up either way

A gust of wind brushes over the cold
My face as the sky hovers over my mold
Someday, when the earth wilts as flowers do
Flowers wilt on land as death looms

Huddled lovers in the smoky air filling
Many strangers in sight, sitting together
Where sullen earth finds nowhere to bloom
Falls ebbing into a stream of innocence

In climbing trees of apple
At said heights
Save yourself
Inscribing scriptures
Essence of reason
Innocence is an old picture
But, the apple has turned
Into sand, filling an hourglass
Losing time

Like water you are silent
Like the crashing waves out
Like the streams of cold water
Like the chasing wind of crying stars
Whenever you come out of the sea
You hide behind the cloud when the moon comes out
When the light comes out, it's over and there are just silent waters
Over a straddled bridge where the madcap laughs raucously

Light is broken, and brass is unspoken

The moonlit pavement is only a stage for two
The oaken sitting bench is meant for us from dusk
Here we remain bored, imperfectly expressed till dawn awakes us
Waiting, enchanted by an underestimation of how asleep we are
How a wasted wraith unnecessarily passing the time keeps me here
Wafting through air gently there is no pleasure in forgiving as you ask me to leave
The tumultuous storms shake emerald meads
From the island's high leads afraid of the warning sunrise
Leading to her bridge, this shore reminds me of a winsome girl
And this I cannot undo
The weight crushes me
Far from dearest friend tis' who
Reciprocates the awkwardness around you
This life, this love was all for a stage near a grey dell
Simply an act, simply a play on words
How we wait for stars upon another shore
Far from departed pleasures
Stuck in this feeling of acting spontaneously
From dusk to dawn
Dancing by the sea
Circling around the circling sands
With all faith in memory
Engraved deep beneath the wave
And we forget about today until tomorrow arrives

The floral vase was broken
The roses look complete
On the vase and in it

Sitting by the lake
Life as imaginary
As silhoutte in the lake
Mistaken for this weird guy
Called God
Seems like he's got his reflection in the sky
Sitting on the harbor
Unreal that
Boats have found their anchors
And their destinations
Surreal too
Encouraging expels truancy
But swaying with the dreams
Life turns to a warm nuance
Bringing up the destroyed
To be achievers
Life's is a volcano
If you can handle the molten lava
Under the incandescence of volcanic rocks
Find litany spoken by the ashen face
Drowned in the loch
You'll be safe inside

Girls waiting alone
In need
Hoping for
Life giving them
A turn
Of adventure
Or just an change
Of venture
Boys waiting at home
Lonesome
From the war
Climbing through vines
I see myself coming closer
To the top
Than creeping closely to
The bottom
Following lively lines
Taking example
From step
I tread
And
At the top
I've found definition
Life's every decision

In the garden
Charcoal paintings lie where I sleep
Burning coal curls my feet

In a deep sleep
I cannot feel heat or cold
Black or white
Maybe, time to color the world
Again. With red

The words 'I love you'
Are just right for us
For lovers with time and space
I have no sense for those lines and essence

I do not talk to women
I talk to my friends in my sleep
When, I wake up
The world wakes up hot in the afternoon

As I pick out each petal for you
People will fall in love with its dew
When the flower loses its beauty
Becoming bare like dead leaves you tread through

That is when I will say
'I love you'
That flower shall spring to life again
Till then, I wait for the you

Time to paint the world red

The years go by and I want to swim by the pools of wisdom
But always dream of myself arriving naked a school
In absented mindedness, I arrive at the period of boredom
As my vast experience of educated sorrow
Educated lie, the trains have gone
I eat potato chip
And I can tell, the longer the sentence
More it takes for her to repeat everything that went wrong
And doing the right things at the appropriate time
My lovely anonymous teacher

The time keeps me
Out of my great
Feeling
Of being helpful
Helpful when the water sparkles with iridescence
Of the molly moon

My soul stretches thin
A poor quarter sits in the din
The light of the sun sips the darkness within
Makes it look diaphonous and slim
The years had taken my father in
As I reminisce with a glass of lime and gin
My conscience might explode

As I waver like unsure lamps as I walk the dwelling
On streets that are ignorant of my grinning
The shade is where there are child-like leaves
Forgetful of the trees and aware of breeze
Like memories strewn about for all at peace
I saw through the morose eyes tied to the past
They washed and moistened at breakfast

Lonely winters which burned on my fireplace
Storms that burned blindly like Kafka's books
Settled for the homeless and calm fog that roamed upstate
My car flew by and the heartache got its come-uppance in adventure

If you wear shoes that look
Like you
Just do it, it’s not impossible to justify the circumstances of wanting
It’s harder being needy and looking like you own nothing
Like you own nothing, we are all a mere second in an hour of perfect time
Well men and glassy eyes among strangers in pirated documentaries
Digital dreamer, follow this path of giving
God has given me this world, and that will do the rest
This is the entire living in one second of ephemeral time meant for us
The hours turned cold and time flew
You kept running
Like you, I am lewd too, and I can’t run

Take me to this river
Of dreams
In which I seem to love diving into without knowledge
Without the depth
And the age of the river
It isn't worth swimming
Take me to this river
The sixteen hours that pass by in the day
Seem like the nights are longer
In this moment in time
If the thighs linger on the shores of a dock of the bay
The carefree youth of air touching your face
The hair leaving your slandered mind
Scalded by the hot water
By, the very river that keeps you in my mind
Keeping a couple of purgatory's memories
Sitting on a portal full of doubt
The love is in this water body
The meandering brook perspicuously describes my life
Away from the clear waters
Take me away from the river
The reflection is palpable
The satin is reflected in the breathable satin dress

We are looking
For people to complete us
But, can we accept the truth

For a person being alone
Is a form of recluse
Because they have no excuse
For letting people into their tiny worlds

When we grow choosing who we let in
Or world collapses as bricks do
Out comes the dust and rubble
And emptiness subdued

In life there is no taking
After death, nothing follows us
If we leave love below
We shared something human and true

Trees grow vibrantly
By the roots
In the fall
In my picture of a thousand truths

When a person's time comes to make
His decisions, embracing
His past, in the fray
It's like a weeping child
At embarrassing moments, meek
She cries her eyes out
Unable to say a word
Unable to bear with the ordeal

Seems flavorful to keep you in the tub
Of warm water
And drink alcohol in the heat
Of the timbre
THe moment could be to soon
The realms of the moments could be too soon
The seams of the December
TO AVANT Garde?
THe Scurrilous ******* tried and tested at the trial
Tryst with Destiny

A screaming man dies
So does the wailing die
When we go out of this world

A small town burns
So does the fire burn
When we go out of this world

A small child cries
So does the mother cry
When we go out of this world

A lake dries up
So do the fish die
When go out of this world

At least people live on
Maybe, their loved ones don't stay alive

I bless the world
I want you to explore the spirits
With you and I cannot speak
When my life loses purposes
You silence the markets
I need to buy ingredients
You are an inspiration in a prayer
You are hope in a nightmare
I come out of the eye of heaven
With the blind who are now healed
Evening is spread out against the sky
They can smell the rain
Instead of fear of darkness approaching
Above a goodness resides
Other people tell them
Judgment day appears twixt blue skies
And the marriage of the stars and washed night skies
Soon the forked night opens up a new kind of pitch black
We all are blind
And soon we hear song of free people
This should not be so hard
Just a bit of imagination
And God's adjudication
Blind people find their hope like I do
At the end of a dark tunnel of love

Why people never
Understand flawed people
Is something that lingers
They have the most beautiful laugh
And the shortest smile
If you blink, you will miss that half
You need to solve the mystery
Despite, their shortcomings
They are the ones who put you out of misery
Unlike the ones who are forgiven
For being perfect and beautiful
It is the broken hearts that mend others
In the end, turning ugly

What would you do have a friend understand you?
Would you give up your imperfections
To have the perfect friendship?
What would you do if you were all alone?
Would you give up your solitude
For a feeling of being part of someone's problems?
What would you do if lost your true love?
Would open your heart to someone's problems
To have the perfect friendship?
If the answer is yes to all of the conditions
Then you are conditioned for a relationship
You are ready to love someone like your own
Take their drawbacks and turn them into your's
You are ready to take someone's flaws
And turn the hours into minutes
Just because that person makes you feel alive
She may even take you to the best place on Earth
That you may have always known, but, never explored
If you are willing to leave the idea of love
And love the idea of friendship
Then, my friend, you are ready for a relationship
If you are in love with the person in their most hateful
Then, it may be time to call it quits
But, telling yourself, trying is for losers
Is why winners quit, and quitters never win

Drive by the roads
I had slept on
Life's become a blessing
Turn on
The lamp
That starts the cars

You know I want the best for you
The mulled green on a verdigris sky
Full of stars and light
Because my love is true blue

It's kind of tough
Having pillow talk
When you're such a fluff

Be a man," keep them out noisy Irishmen break the fight with Italian stilettos from the shop of the British. Irishmen you'll be done when we’re done with ya. But stay in your country.

Some of you ***** ******* writing how much you love love
The idea of losing someone close to your dreamworld is like cotton
Buds flying across the star-spangled banner or the loveless
You may think you love her
But, you can never be sure if it is love
Until you are willing to **** about and have the path of glory in the sight
If you wish the truth come to you, you need to have the inclination
So that when it ******* hits you, you are prepared
Do not cry, because tears are better in the rain
When writing in agonizing alliteration about the teary tumult of racing rain
Does it come close to your expectations of being famous, or would you *******
From the responsibilities meant for you, one night stands would ****
You for life without the garden and patio to sustain your *****-less nights
So, what's up morning sleepyhead, the story rises like soulful vibes?
With the ashes of coffee-like memories, you could journalize
Realize, the ashes were just the flame to rub you the wrong way
****, it might even be make-believe if you have your open shame
In love, *** and pain there is only two ways, and it's always leaving
And being with someone, without your rags to riches story, is impossible
Have a golden heart with the only motivation for tomorrow's set
Let today's act finish with the ovation of the many against you
In your dreams, they might be ******* you and the anger doesn't
******* up, like watching the sunset without your permission
The line cuts and you are all alone with an idea of you
Washed on the footprints of the sandy desolate beach, at home

Mama died
Writing a will or her obituary
I think I got the two mixed up
So, I went to the bank
To ask for a reading of the will
They told me that the will
Was in the process of being processed
I asked them how can someone be dead
And their deed be in a rut
They told me, she hadn't died
She was in the hospital with her jaw broken shut
Neighbors heard some barking and shouting

I landed in lockup for a first-degree
With my injured knuckles
Knuckles is also my dog...

Steel vaults
Steelier eyes
Protect you financial faults

A forest full of tears
Cries in the morning
Goes to sleep at night
As we tear its bark
After dark

Conversations over the smallest things
Thoughts of each other
Nights of talking
I still can't tell the truth

Morning skies rush to the north
The rainy cloud stations over south
Nature doesn't know which way to go
So do you

There is no dawn, no new beginning
No stretch of imagination
That brought us together
No way forward

Two strangers under the umbrella of the sky
Running from the rain
There's no real truth
Only comforting lies

As another shot fired in the dark
After dusk, the churchgoers found God
They said show me your heart through that veil
God resides in the kindness of strangers

Kisses on the burning lake, the cold ice of the stars
We look at the skies, the comets fall our way
Show me yourself through the heart of darkness
I will show you mine, I promise I will come closer with the moonlight

Take off your disguise and don't let out a sigh
Curl yourself next to me as tendrils clasp a shack in the woods
And show me your heart
And I promise I would if I could

You're missing me I know
We used to go out every week
On a Sunday, its a couple of hours
My Dad we held our love with a kiss on the cheek

You're thinking of me
I know I am, how was your day?
How was the workplace? Your boss?
Soon, I know you'll be away

I'll be broken and in pieces.

You won't put me back together the same way
Yet, when I try to
I always fall apart the next day
We are two yards away and tomorrow is another grey day

My ears thrill at the sound of your voice
My heart finds peace and feels whole
It was an eternity when I was a child
And you felt young, I know Dad because I'm getting older

Faster, with everyday and those yards are turning to lightyears
Please come back before time runs out