my howling wind
my serious face
my discerning grin
my great distress
my reams of crass literature
All pile up into my life

Why do you look so quaint
As you steal the night from me
The life slowly dies and loses heat
When I see the heart of light stir into silence
Soon I shall resume to waste my time
On your intelligent face
As I learn about your foolish pride
When you barely caress my skin
I want to drape your hair like linen
Over our dichotomy of physique and electric ethos
As I lay on the softness of your blanketed body
Which covers me in smooth folds
And flutters in the wind
I love the fools instead of wise men
But, you tell me that isn't love
It's your pride, instead
You're the best thing about love
If it broke my heart

This will be the last time
I will ask to stay
There will be the sky, moon, and stars
Waiting for you outside the door

You are now alive
I know you were trapped
Yet I hear the waves crashing inside
I see the waters lapping against the shore

Wearing down the torture and the welcomes of loved ones
Frowning and smiling glibly wasting across the desert sun
Glued to the **** and *****, it's torture to have been happy-go-lucky

Of broken monuments
Under ruinous spells
Of time
Exposed to dust of the wind
And darkness of the night
Lies a Sphinx
With a broken nose
Bonded with a broken hourglass
Full of sand
At Giza

Under his skin
He lives with his thoughts
That break free from the emptiness inside
From the creases and wrinkles
Comes two sides

Like youth shows from a young one
One face is the smile
A face seen by all
Comes from the exasperated innocence
Of a boy who once lived behind those blue eyes

Embrace that smile and joy
For the real side which belongs to you, not him
He will never understand
His own happiness
Without you, he is a broken man

The way you cry
O’er the leaking roof
Under the stars, holding water

When does the south
Co-exist
With the north
When they poles apart
First
I found my life
In a sphere
that seems
Like gravity
Took me by the gears
Of tyranny

I sleep under a bridge
The hundred revisions of love letters
Lay rested on a day's rumination on my breast
It is a deep discussion on today's paper
A friend of mine cries out
Our debate has heated up
Our friendship is in cold storage
I doze off to the sound of cold thunder
A plentitude of temptations
A platitude of vast proportions
She walks in beauty of rumbling rumours
She trusts me and laughs like the flowers
When she is tempted to
Our angels may be invisible
But the love feels real
There are plenty of days when streets bleed
In the tension of crime
Which cuts like a knife
The wounded leopards lick their scars
Like a necessitous man lies naked in the cold night
I sleep under a bridge under the towers
Under the cover of your love, waiting
For you to bring me the warmest death
Under a common blue sky counting off the hours
Where I grow old without power or promise
And I shall wear the bottoms of trousers rolled
Lift my head up as I tear away
My sorrows from the fears
As years wind away like the minutes
I will sleep and purify the breeze
As the wind circles the dust under forked lightning
Turning ashes into a handful of lust
My love will leave behind gust
You will remember me as star dust
As you turn your eyes away for the last time, in disgust

Re-turned and no way
To return to the home
Another day
Of desolate rowing
In someplace, I like to call my own

That the fish are where the sun lifts it's rays
Away from cities
In a civilization of their own
Where you cannot hear a lark
Only the streams of dark state the passage of life
Should we stir life everywhere there is a way
Lock ourselves and become dependent on the stingrays
Maybe we should sleep with them

Did you write the end of
The story
I am pretty sure, it won't ******* write itself

Your love brings people together
Your messages keep me up
Your love keeps us lovers alive
Your blood and sweat is all need
And my head can't get around the **** ups

I cannot forget what love brings with it

Let us stride
On clouds that sway
As the sun slips away

When I think of you
The clouds come back
And it starts raining again

I am not sure if the rain
Is romantic or just the pain
That pours over my face

Sometimes, I remember
What you said, and how
You put two words together and made me feel

Special as a rainbow
In a grey sky
Without violet or blue

However, the tears
Still come and go
Like figments of imagination

The pain also comes back
Goes too, like that love
Between us, which was simply unexpected

That's when I feel worth nothing

Anything want
Does
That’s the way you need to do, leave the platitudes

I felt truly
Happy
When I knew I could be heard
Even with a smile on

I've grown to love life
A bit more, each day
When the night comes
My hold on life shall slip away

Come together
In silence
Or never speak again

Burned a promising poem
Dreams burning, until snatching
It, it becomes haiku

And then there is blood
The dirge song stays in their rear-window stalking stare
The girl likes it as long it rubs against her voyeuristic wants
The change in the atmosphere is so public
The fogginess from the moisture of an old clock
The inner indolence makes the time memorable
Multiple people wound into one gear of riots
******* her biological clock into a wound alarm clock
Assaulting her mighty conscience
Abortion randomly by many single ladies
**** has produced too many tortured children
Look at it any other way
Senator
Females are meant to be singular responsibilities
Not a gender to oppress against
The years of pain stained on the walls of history

When I look
Into your eyes
You will remember me

When I look
Into your wounds
You will heal me

When I look
Into your past
You will sneak past me

When I look
Into your soul
You will say nothing

When I look
Into your crimes
You will say life has been cruel

When I look
Into your fears
Can you show me courage

She dies
With the flower
She wants your love softly speaking as the morning sunrise
She wants your attention
Like someone in love

My poems
Are like clothes
That don't fit me
Soon, I will stand untied and naked
Like a poet without his poems
Bare-faced and brave

Writing quickly, like sailing,
Floodlights of beatnik,
Universe,

Where poets keep the words short,
The energies strong
Shakespeare keeps our grammar
Alive

Thunder talking away
The water makes a deadpan expression
Apparently, it has broken the levee
There are plenty of fish in the scenery
The colors of the water seem cold and pale
Like the bloodless sun, orange in the November rain
Rain falls like the hallowed name
Empty as the words unspoken and unsaid
The laying dead were rotting in the made bed
As the cat crossed the street in the red of the alleyway
At Abusey Junction
As I saw I placed myself in a mention some girl in compunction
Compunction is the feeling of regret
I had felt the loss of someone dead
Now I meet her alive in the flesh
The stray dog doesn't break its spirit until its rabid and dead
Stuck in the rabbit hole of poverty and bucket full of paint
Yes it's some schmuck who takes care of the government
That looks like it
White house
A titbit, a yesteryear
Making a smidgeon on the books I tear
Apologetic but delightful as a library in the storm
By learning more about the wisdom you take from unadulterated undulation
Rap that you heard
Over the grapevine with the bebop that you heard
Come in strong like Marley
Last long Davis, rhyming onomatopeia
Bumblepuppyish about ya
Now what in a toward glance
Due change your mind
On a place you find
The room with a view of the home you're in
I'm trying to find your sister under the meadow
The same weariness in lieu of the window at the funeral
Stained by rain of war undermining

Among things untold of
I already know
But I keep fighting the bitterness
Being happy someday

Among things to say and untold stories
I only hear what comes next
Can we open ourselves today?

In all those lonely places
Within the locks and chains
Can we break the gates?
Of what we used to say

Among things you never speak
There are a few words
You can think so don’t breathe

Among things to say and untold stories
I only hear what comes next
Can we open ourselves today?
All I do is dream

In a place for us to bury the living
Can you share my place?
I don’t want to go yet

She told me, "There's no coming back."
I left her on the door for what I lacked
The human touch she once prayed for
She no longer needed, inside was a war

Untouchable.

Her tears gushed like spring water
But, in her heart it felt like a drop in a desert
She needed to cry at the alter
No more ceaseless longing, she could assert her will

She could finally let me go, she had snapped
The genesis of change had begun
The wind carried me away
I have never spoken her name

Untouchable.

Lady Blue went with the thin air
So brushing up the ever-shining sun
The time that waits on my tombstone
The tropical sands that circle like the wind that
Except for the cash and flying paper planes, in the tending to the temporary
Trepidatious as ever the scared feeling is gone
If I make it, its cuts are too deep
I'm feeding closing to the creek, the line of the fishes in the ocean
The horizon of the rendition of hopeless liars
Looking like an enlightening bunch when they aren't welcoming
Libels and labels, I can take liberally
The labels stick to me like the lies you purposefully speak of
Often, these are recesses of the deceased that creep up
Like the tresses of destiny with hints of untouchable fate, and lady luck
The empty sky gladly offered my confusion and tenebrous crime
The crime was like a punished poor witness, unable to speak
If it had a voice, it would take me back to childhood desires
Each time, I was scared of violence and broken fingers
Holding hands and clutching my shoulders, like the wind in the sacred shore that flows
If you and your life, in the indignation of loss, that's why crime
Has no voice, and punishment is just a forced rhetoric
Lady Blue like the mirages and imminent condors that pass across the stained windows
Like inspiring weather and underwhelming rain, I miss my childhood
If I had gone out to play instead of smoking bleeding cigarettes and reading lifestyle magazines

I waited for hours
When the orange skies
Turned red and cloudy
I left and folded my clothes
The night will not be kind
I yawn as I cry
Soon I fill my heart
With heat of a kerosene stove
My stomach is empty
My feet are bare
My mind's full of worry
So hurry gimme some free money
Or it will cost somebody
The flowers that now thrive
Will grow cold and die
Like all of me
But, it starts with a drizzle
We were hundred miles away
The last train decided to stay
We were nowhere each day
Someday what will I find
As I leave my old life far behind
Soon I'll be hungry
Some food will find my way
As I go home to beef and soup
Pilsners and limousines wait for me
My master is chasing my ma around
A coach carries a couple to a British Inn
The Cadillac's are dull and empty
Cream colored crops have no farmers
Beers have no friends
Cigarettes only have solitary thoughts
That go up in smoke
I miss the fast food joints
Where burgers and shakes take the cake
Lakeside boats are perfect
An automobile waits for me
As I am on my way to my prison cell
Somebody gave me too much money
To spend so I bought a fake Monet
I had a million dollar bash
I may have been a beggar but I was a tool

We help or save
As the helpless men
Look for law and order
As oppression rules the nation
That does care to look or judge
But, arrest it does
As the helpless men
Struggle and fight
There is no verse or speech
That can give a dying man
His last breath

I don't know you
Stranger, but it's
Useless not talking

I whale for swimming soles
I crowd around fish in the sea
Swimming with the birds on the levee
Being human or a monk at ease
A fly can fly and bees sting
Butter flies in the stomach
Or slides little like weird fish food

Twelve monkeys at twelve
I stopped counting the robot cranes
Flamingos with cross-eyed lives
Scared of the swimming souls with feet
That's why flamingos keep their feet up
In an animal farm for lazy pigs
Being fearful is not wrong, being unsuspecting is

Wants and need
Want is a feeling of greed
Then it's a need indeed

In the beginning
I took my sorrows
To the river of dreams
Cleansing my soul
Singing myself to sleep with a cuckoo ring

In the middle of a forest
I found my fireflies
All show me the light in the dark
When I gained a heart, I wandered
Onto the stellar waterfront

Now the end comes near
In sight as a breeze on the Kafkaesque shore
Endless as that proverbial river
And realize, God is like a shadow
When I lose myself, it guides me

Farewell to Love, and in a letter of an Eden garden
A sad soul killed quicker than a germ
That cremated ashes in an ashcan of woes
Aston martin driving across a hall, and burning this earth with it
Smiling weren't we when we realized that Russian modernist, as it murmurs to us
A person blind to the light, and selling Dylan Thomas
The flaming and blazing letter of Nobel
My heart is squeezed, because of the ****** of my ashcan
They stole my ashes, my motherless Russians find themselves in communist pamphlets
Selling the red letter, in a thought underground I respect them
Wrapped around the cut finger, cuffed with my bitter laments burning with sealed wax sent to Brezhnev committees
The lion is never fickle, so it doesn't feed itself doth pride

Keeps me alive in the
Empire of the sun
Staying with the sands of time
That seems like golden gossamer
Has caught on to the hourglass
On the other-side of life
Is the woman in red
With fire eyes and jewels of virtues
Eyeing your vices

Hey Hey Hey
Yip Yip Yoo
True and dare
To go through the place in the zoomed outland
The mumble is bad I can tell
Someone wants to write cheap music
I can tell
There is ****** in the air
And flippancy will end my misery very soon.

If I push you out
Of my life
To connect
It is because fate will be kinder
And you'll come crawling to me

Softly laced
Between your legs and mine
You breathe short heavy sighs
As I kiss your rhymes with mine
Your twilight sky glimmers
Only the horizon
Intertwined with my hips
Press your lips
Hypnotize my eyes
Our love will birth a child
From this small prize
As your back bows
The sun in your eyes will leave
Till then,
Stay in my embrace and cry
Let the sceptred snake slither
Under your torso and adjacent to your limbs
Caress every crevice
I'd say I love you
Just feel the leather
Of the serpent

Take yourself seriously
If you have a grip over yourself
You won't' be lonely
When you hold yourself together
This feeling is too good to be true
You empty in the kitchen
Stuck in the fridge
Holding out the chunk of crippling debts in the fever of silent radiance

A lake far away in the distance
Covered by the foggy haze
In an endless reverie
On a quiet, cold winter's sleep

The dry fallen leaves
Of the bare dampened trees
Shiver in the December breeze
As the clouds veer off into the valley

The flowers shrivel like paper on fire
As the wind walks slow
Through the maple, oak, and pine
Sculpted in ice and snow

Landscapes that were once willows
Where owls sported for prey at night
Are now drenched in blue and white
For as far as the azure lake goes

The cold harsh winters broke my horses
That coursed the winding paths with fury
Trudging against the unseen forces
In the depths of the blanched scenery

I gazed at them helpless
Watching them writhe in agony
Attacking the soil as they gasped their last breaths
My young fawn friends were covered with canvas

For a while, I forgot what time of day it was
Yet I decided to walk into the wild
With the blood-stained canvas
Fresh in my mind

With every path I walked or tried out
My boots deepened in the thick swamp
Yet, I'd always circle back to that spot
More in doubt as the mire went on

Such was the depth of the forest
That I started marking the stones
Studding the depths of the earth
Where frescoed brooks once flowed

I struggled under my own weight
A dying thirst overcame me
As I inched closer to blinding rage
I crunched the snow with chattering teeth

Gazing at the concentric eddies of ice
That coursed through the undergrowth
Those glacial sheets frozen in time
Had turned to unbreakable stone

It was transparent
Revealing below the endless water
Being this near to the end
I felt a calm surrender

I looked deep inside
Without struggle nor strife
I jumped off the ravine
And my life flashed before my eyes

As I darted into the undergrowth
An elk came from behind
Hidden in a lair of fog and shadow
Walking on the sheet of ice

My heart pounded inside
My broken frame had survived
I knew I'd walked too many miles
To die

As I descended freely
I fell into spirals of warm water
And I could hear rushing streams
That echoed out into the ether

I was so tired and lost
So I only have a faint memory
Of the elk with its antlers carved in white frost
Carrying my frail body

Out of the bowers
Into a willowy veil
I still visit the shore covered by the hoary flowers
And listen to the whispering gale

I walked on little by little
With the brittle leaves cracking under my feet
To greener pastures
Forgetting the miracle

Time has filled many an hourglass since then
Yet as I watch an individual grain of sand fall
And I think upon the elk of that forest
That emerged from the dense fog

I realize that the moment is lost
And every day is still a test
While I could have moved on
It is the feeling I hold dearest

You cast a spell on me
Put me in space
Where I am the center of the universe

How did you know
So much love
My friend

If you wanted to wake up
Why did you wake me up
Did you love someone?

I love our world
I think it shouldn't be hurt
Or destroyed

It must be reborn.

Once you move on, this song will be yours
The memories I left behind will falter
Tomorrow will offer the same promise
To people deserving a love like yours

With each ephemeral second, you drift further
But, the right guy always appears closer
I wish you could see the wound inside me
But, I'm glad I could set you free

I see that the gems that are hardest to find
Are worth the journey after a while
I hope you find these words I left behind
I hope you get the guy, you always liked

You sit on the roses
I left on your sofa
Where we once kissed
I cannot determine the dreary poetry
Posies and poses were ardent
You sleep on my thighs usually
I bathe in thighs of supple sexuality
I love your hair, and the complex smell
When I smell the fragrance
The heart flutters
They used to say that desolate men need
Je te veux
I hand you nosegays
From the brick laid eyes of apartment blocks
Called windows, too open
That they let in a sporadic zephyr
The flowers, violets and red roses
Flit in the fuchsia scented wind
Flowers waltz as a goddess does
Maybe, that's why violets make you chuckle
Or maybe, I'm just lucky to loved by you

Loitering in the violet hour
Flowers and fragrance tower
Overhead a humming and rustling tree
Underneath a crackling and rattling leaf
The chuckle often matches the shuffling of feet
Loitering in the violet hour
There are too many at this time
On your secluded street

Why is your heart broken my love?
I waited days to speak to you.
But words had failed me
I seek solace in your company but receive only romance
I wish I could touch your face and know what kissing the tears of heaven feels like
Let me nurse that broken heart that had gone amiss

Why don't you hear when
I talk
When I scream, we don't see eye to eye.

Let me introduce you to quick ***
You don’t need titillating material
To get over your ex
Let me introduce you to books
To help girls to get over your frightful looks

This infamous art form is said
To have improved people in bed
But if you want the healthy way to let off steam
And not let your testicles do harm to your flying piece of lead
Or ******* ahead
We two will have to work as a tight team for the time ahead
So that you remain clean till you’re twelve
To the time you are blissfully dead

Poverty is the worst form of violence
A rebel once, is a rebel forever
I'd die standing, than to live barely breathing
But, the government
Would rather laugh at my crippling disease
I can't stop making living a form of suicide
So, I'll leave it to you
To give peace a chance to decide
But, when the government steals our vote
A nation of millions will be voting peace


A polemicist writer encouraged
Without a brass farthing in his trousers
"Follow your inner moonlight..."
"Knowing is not enough..."
But, the government
Won't even let me speak let alone complete
I'm sick, of this ****** suicide
Which steals speech
However, when the courts close on Tuesday
We will buy flowers for the people and be loved
And a beggar will die a peaceful death

I was lying
With the paper thin frame
Wheatish paper collecting
around the model
Of the statuette
That was muse
For my amusement
My talents in the frozen disguise
Cemented clay