Choosing my life’s choices
Carefully stitching the love of mine
Cleansing my conscience off vices
Virtue is true happiness

I don't believe in love
Because it always
Has two parties
One has a story to tell and the other dies early

I don't believe in sentences
Because lovers can finish them for one another
When they feel like it
Or if they are alive

I don't believe in crime
If it is to be in love
Then I don't believe what I say
God tells me things, he's a little voice that tells me be kind

I don't listen to voices
When they tell me don't believe others
I just choose loneliness
I can spend counting the stars, thinking of her

So, believe in yourself
Love is the answer

In the dark of the never-ending night
Instilled by fear
By the places
I dream of sound and sight
My mind oft' wanders
To many memories
Of you laying
In the midnight blue background
Of my colorful painting
With red, black and white
As Plato says
What is surreal?
What doesn't stay?

It's my floating soul
In the memories of a winter
That was so cold
Fog floated by my window
Hidden by the shadow
Nocturnal
That made the feeling so eerily eternal
Now I'll never see a tawny
True owl
Spread its wings in the ghost reveries
Lying in the backdrop  
A clairvoyant crescent moon

I am simply shook
By the light
Of the rear window
Opening out to the shady street
Where the trees live
And the moon shines bright
To keep me in the wake
Of night blindness
During the dim days

The eye in the sky
Hears all your jokes
Except when you sigh

Well, it lurks like a lark
At night
Left for the day
To some miscarried end
Flames that flicker in the abyss
Are just lost
Sure, you bend down to the empire
Will you stay with me when we change the world
As a protest we are the voice
As a voice we may be insincere
If we keep struggling we may find clarity
In the bishop of the church
Who hears us and asks come near
Votive candles burn and heaven hushes and roars
The eagle soars and sprawls
As the executioner calls
The streets are already dead
We just haven't lost

Your red lips once were rubies
I would dig out from the depths
And treasure and for those pursuing such love
Have never seen the redness of a blushing cheek

When women come and go
I know that time is on the edge of escape
Sometimes it frees itself from ticking clocks
Sometimes it flies and never comes back

Women aren't time, but the time I spend with them
Digging out the best of them always stays
Nothing remains, but anger and resentment
I wish I could have 'em all

I like how you shoot blanks, at me America
The way you pollute the atom bomb with your poor threats
I love the way you lie, America
You make me feel great again, and this country's climactic progress
I love the way you dress, America
You make a great stride when you read my emails and texts
I just understand how much need me, America
You would lose your identity if the New York boy didn't have a rich life
Smoking marijuana and drinking his cockamamie schemes by repealing claims from coked-up ******* rabbits
I like how you want to educate the youth, America
But, abort the freedom of women by not letting them choose, and regret

America you have changed my mind
You have finally won this argument of cataclysmic proportions and purposeful debate
By throwing obfuscation and f-bombs at the fake press
You have clouded my thoughts when I was sure about my services to this nation as a legalized smoker
America where art thou without the pristine freedom you make no light about
America where art thou est speak without instituting astute speech and repute for the self-made bourgeoisie
Where is the freedom you talk about if we are indeed liberated by overtures of powerful pleats of pages of the pothered plea promising trees
Does Make America Great Again, come hither?
Oh, America, we are envious of you because are just so proud
Like doting parents, we hope you stargaze in the global tangent of sarcastic racism and detention
We hope you find your true colors, America
Because it isn't Red, blue and white like someone's head in the clouds
It's purple and full of falling stars like a bruised ego
Like mandrake roots, where you sit upon the edge of emptiness
The ominous time which comes with our prose and fuller faces
We aren't scared of spending your money, America
Lest you spend ours and waste our time, you empty spectator

The pasta cooked
With the red tomatoes
The barley grain
Tastes rustic, relishing
The garlic bread
Says the cheese
tastes nice
But I prefer, a drink of wine
With a plate next to human fingers

She keeps telling
Me don't try to hard
It's like looking lively
Living Vividly
I remember every memory
Of staying with her
Whilst asking for my needs
Wanting her even more
Without alacrity

The voiceless shores of Ancient Greece
If we are constituting heroes in Greek mythology
Tiresias what do you saidst the will of Zeus
One, the one hath been blessed
Like the music in my ears
That who doubt my prophecy
Worldly truths tell of a boy of otherworldy strength
Nether broad, but, pure
Hera burns in red blush as her eyebrows furrow
The sin is complete and so is the milky way
Where the divine milk hath flown
Iphicles may cry a plenty tears
The charioteer Iolaus is born from the split
As bright as the azure complexion of the sea
Heracles runs like the blue skies, now
The wind fastens him and his power
Two snakes may fast approach their demise
The day fast approaches when his virtues outlive the vice
A broken lyre abrogates his penance towards music
A golden apple rests on Megara's tunic
The daughter of King Creon in Thebes
But the God yields to anger of his ego
As this lover faces her happiness endeth
Heracles rests and pursues the Nemean lion
First of his hard labors under Eurystheus' scion
Proceed the Lernaedan Hydra of immense spine
Two for one and a head for all
Twice ahead and none shall fall
As the final call, Hera sends the mightiest of them all
Iolaus aids in the downfall
A captor may miss the Golden Hind Of Artemis
Buttressed arrows shall never lose or run amiss
Heracles runs as the wind does, however, carries some abuse
It eluded him a year till vast effuse
The pavilion was set on trust quite ostensibe
To conquer every existing monster
In this primordial nature
The Erymanthian boar, who dare deny
The world was ruled by forests once
There were lances as Pholus took his chances
A gift from Bacchus held the balances
Often, the strength of such wine needed tempering
The hero of the peregrination asked for him to open his cask
The wine attracted centaurs far and wide
The divide made the labor a slightly precarious task
Many of the centaurs died from the arrows
The teacher of Achilles' took them in
His name was Chiron
He was the wisest of them all
As well as civil
Poseidon is beguiled to rage and cavil
As Hera reconciles with her child after many, many years
Developing a fond kinship with love to attest to
Heracles also lost to Dionysus in a drinking contest
One may say the voices are still heard
From the remnants of Heracles apotheosis
Came a soul worthy of Mount Olympus told by sages
And lovers that existed and stood the tests
Illud erat vivere
The embers of the golden summer spent in joy
Burnt out with the sacking of Troy

Let it in
Let it sink in
Let it sink
Let it grow
           I  need you
To fill the void
            With your art
Under the moon
Where we can feel our open hearts

Finally,
A chance
Though
Through
The instincts that made
Me
And Enemies
To Prove our resistance
A resistance
That was formed on peaceful riot
And looking at the bigger picture
Critics of social commentary said
Riots never seemed more ******
And blown out of proportion

Enough counting
Stars in poems
I want to be puzzled
By the firmament
Enough of having power
Over men
I'd rather they'd have
Luckier stars
When it comes to
Saving sisters
That aren't ours
Pretending they're perfect

In fossilized forests
Of evergreen
Streams flow
Steely
Because snow hides
The furred canine species
Away from the caribou
Quite easily
They being herbaceous and sought after
With the eyes of the wolves
On them
Approach the gelid waters
Situated perniciously
Close to death
Somehow
From somewhere
A hermit agile, enters
To save a nearby fragile fawn
Alerted by the vulpine dawn
From predators across the same shore
Ensnared by the bloodied river
He is a caregiver
Once more
The hunter in him
Long gone

To appreciate
A thing of beauty
It must be imperfect

There is no
Political consolation
For our trouble in
Evolution
There is no blood and revolution
Only the subjugation of the meek
What we seek we don't need
What happens when we seek victory
If our pollution is our only failure
And we are wrecked in ****** and fragility
Who will check our prejudices and color
If we loose control under the aegis of kings
As we forget about God through the ages
We are suffused with beauty
The darkness hides the light interminably
As the welkin rings with the bright of heavens
As servants of God
We need to sweep the streets of suicide and pain

I just want to write you
A lot
But, they turn into a song
Too personal
To send you so I'll keep you

Have you ever seen the rain
Fall upon a river in a forest
Dark and deep
Passing through the backbone
Of civilization like a backdoor
To your street address
It longs to touch your skin
Simply looking through a window
Like sunshine breaking through grey
Pitter patter it falls
On a shattered heart of glass
Have you ever seen the rain
Or cold snow on window
And how many lies it leaves behind
Have you ever seen the rain
Or the true light
I often find your back to the door
Empty cigarettes smoked
Wilting in the fire
Broken dreams cannot stay
A flying paper plane
That caresses the lamposts on cobble ****** road
Can still fly once again
Let us cover each other in linen
Till dusk hides the sunset
And foggy climes cover the ground
From dusk till dawn
Have you ever seen the rain
At night
You will find me drenched
Waiting for you everyday

Wavelets left in vibrations of the sand
And the beach keeps the tranquility
Calmness washed over my face
As the water atomizes on the shore on the natural sands
Art wishes that it were as modern as that act of finding
New memories on a new land

I don't smile, the same way at least
My hand doesn't tremor anymore
This pen flows like the water
In which the aquatic wilderness swims

I've found courage
So I look up to the skies
A heart that skips a beat
As a white bird scores a fish

I've found self-expression
Art and wisdom; candlewax pours
It melds with the polish of my table
Books, papers, pens, memories

These are the fragmented thoughts
Of a writer
On the verge of a breaking down
Tired of waiting and waiting

I find a new pair of eyes
In my soul
And mind, everyday
Depends on how you look

She is a preacher, a lover
Partly practical, practically dreamy
Partly truth, partly fiction
A walking contradiction
She walks as she hovers
Her feet are on earth
She is actually ethereal
A walking dream
I've never been to 52nd street
If you know me
I am what a cold shower is to a hot steamy bath
A wilting flower to a rose
At least I will never touch you
Because I may get hurt
Because I am cold as dust
The stores I go to raise the money
For a good ***** hotdog
Just so I can eat some ****
I am not that cunning
I could be down for dialogue
My mouth is sewn shut
As your ash turns to a ghost

Walking on ice
In the cold, foggy lights
With the dogs
It feels nice

Walking in my boots
My shoes have water in 'em
And I can't stop counting each step
I know the ice will break in the amber lights

In a silent movie
Under the stairs
Through the right
Till bringing theft
To the floor
Close by the room
Still holding my cards
Greedily
Bleeding by the tyres
Counting my keys
Turn the key slowly
Unlocks the door
Of my car
I hope to star
In a film
Of my making
Next to the light
Of a promising future
With a girl
In a silent movie

When I write on pages
Meant for me
It is with today's ink
And tomorrow's pity
That I write about yesterday
It is just a collection of days now
Called Dear Diary
Because the walls have ears
At least after many tomorrows, they will
I jot pithy sayings in an effort
Less is more and more or less, the bedrock is made
For thought cannot be excavated
Reasoning cannot be forced
Only what is excavated is forced out
Within the same ground of memory
I keep my personal belongings
"I must not forget my suitcase."
It has my diary, the walls shall never tear

Lithe in the midriff
The pithy sayings in the time
Lost by the sunflower sutra of spiritual development
The stiffness you bring makes my head spin
The rhyme of puns and the jokes you meander around
The maxims of lost dimes
The tipped waitresses
And I thought I was simply looking at a flower
Honey

The beauty of a journey
Is marked by
How far it keeps bad memories
Not by how far you travel

Warriors walking
Running for their lives
lifeless

Wait for your turn
They say, in turns
The murmurs turn into a shout
Twisting in the place of every kid
What he ever did
Was one with his mind full of sapling
All of them soaking up the sun
Everything looks just right, what did he ever look past
Wait for your turn
They say, try to say something
Anything that twists and turns can speak softly
So, that's what the warden had daydreamed for us
Dungeons and dragons

Hear. Yesterday
There their
Sadness keeps you ready
For the, once, plentiful past

Coming together
In the battle field
Getting shot
By the end of hope
Away from the hanging rope
Trapped by the noise
Living by the noose
Dying by the noose
Drowning in their crimes
In the mock of crowds

A sealed letter lays upon your shelf
Unopened for days at end
You're the only one with the key
So I call your name again

And I wonder what it says
We haven't spoken for days
The blues haven't gone away
You're the only one who ******* cares

If I come either in a box or a bag
And I don't want to live with the pain
In some ****** up way
You've carried me through this day

Unsealed
It made me cry to see you
Wish it all away
As the sun goes down far away

Ah, I see them
I see them, all clearly
Waking me up
From my last breath

Ah, I see them
Waking me up
From the dead
And you've thrown the key away

Hello, everyone
I am writing
I am sure that you have written too

Soon, the government will ask for our poems
When they forget that the medical reports
Are too difficult to read
When they realize it is too late, our poem will live

Purpose in life
Is as lost
As finding meaning
However
There isn't a day that
Goes by
That nights don't feel colder
It may be the weather in general
But I have never felt more at ease
When sleeping in quilts
In the cold nasty breeze

Bloodied by the day
Murderous by the hour
The pen of journalism
Has got us
Hooked by the power
Swords are history
Still they are the fences
Of conduct and the boundaries
A tip of the hat
To old society
So I guess the pen is mightier than the sword
When you take down flowers
When you look at the newspaper
By the war of words

Apart at me in a latitude
Cross with the seams
Nostrum of commands, chartered
Owning for tomorrow, quid ad
Tully portentous of penmanship, questioning
If I had more battlecry moratorium felt lighter than the sword, but, took to the ethicism, to write it with serried disabuse
The revival of the crimson tide pegged for the trident of sorts from Martian landmasses, criminal smooth as the craters
Please open, the probes to the ice of the closest countries first, make global anarcho stuff our moral precedent
Aiming for life, you tend to lose sight of it all, along with the opportunity to make amends.
Sorry, the germane nature went out of nature, this is specifically directed at the single simpletons in the simplicity of laying out
Words in the degree of simple logical statements, which can neither be passive or active
Passionate really isn't that our motives are both not driven by passion and ambition
Curious, isn't I look intolerable in the promising outlook
Carelessness isn't it that I know love is growing a par two with my liveliness
Comeliness, truantly nuanced underbellied, becoming or bellied or becoming in the transcendence of the existential crafty wiz of nihilism that feels like your
Furr it's relaxed by its poetry, somehow we die off too young like some poet at our age
Polymaths and opsimaths might be alike, in some time
I've hope I've found a place in the line
Clever and quick climbing through the snakes on the lazing sun of the ladder come from the tinted passive line
Sunset horizon mindful of your mindreading crimson tide
Placid of the mature of the maternal greed, beyond the, claiming the doors
Of the possibilities, probabilities of the fraught lives among the cosmos of the karmic lives
Of the obliqueness of the strychnine streets that can be moonlit in the daydream of the sonic youth

To find the right to educate
I undulated in classrooms for Christmas day
Atmosphere was frenzy with talk and bustling

Boys known to us, came preying for us too
A picture in a moment and many
Back near the screen door slammed, a star can't hold

I beg to differ with the answer of love
Sin in the insidious polymath jailed weak
Land of saw-dust restaurants among cheap malls

The tanks share skies, unfeeling, today itself
I know the shells there keep us silenced
Like cautious children, express themselves easy

Abstruse comforts in home of the kind
Children cry when they see unyielding days
Let us make our visit or dare to pass

Like a canary that don't sing with broken firebirds
So keep your feather ready
There will be murders by the numbers

We will catch up soon with our own lives
When history repeats itself step by step
Shout will be bridled with whelmed with war

Must I debate
About the proponents
Of acrimony and war, or do you wanna handle this
With modern warfare in the war room
The smoke, screens and chaos, it gets me thinking
Why we bundled them up as the papers meant for each passing Pope
These papers take lives away, give breathing souls false hope

War brings horsemen
Bringing soldiers
from different forums of men
Infantry attacks at the heart
Of decadence

The years
Passed by
Kept me in
The waking
Of the followers
That seemed
Like personal
Gifts
But it was
Just a talent
To keep friends
Within the war-torn
Land

I'm your vinyl on your pin following your peripheral cues on this sepia open sadness like shades
Its little fuchsia sunny on California, always ages
The goddess left his side, only olden beguilement and rooms
Dating your peeling sheen and debating your iceberg cold calls thawing out in your silken-skin
Everybody slivering on your silver linings charting out your bane for vanity

Drive-bys on the road
**** your darlings
I will put sunshine your shoals
Be on the shore of doubt, as we move to seas
The crossing distance between the hiatus and cars
Trailer park homes seem welcoming, in this jungle of fire
My heart's one and only desire is to love you
I hope I don't get lost in the wrong pyromania
Maniacal as it may seem, I want your conscious mind for me
To make my important decisions, relatable if it is
We will breathe with the breeze that freezes in between
Lost at the heralds of the emerald sea, shining like cerulean waters
I'm not sure, I want the fire of desire or the waters of peregrination
Journeyman follow my command, I guess I asked too much of you
Or of your lost hope, in this drowning breeze that flows in eddies and currents
Love is just a flowing desire, fluid like water and sordid like fire
The feeling is on fire, and the desire's the only real thing
I can't generalize really, you make the conclusive evidence of my lovely concepts
You're sure, that's me or you, in this world of roundabout cities and largest dreams
Circumference of this ring of fire is which is perfectly wrapped around my ring finger
Is this the old me, or am I looking for old ways
Passing through stores, and running looking for summer kool-aid
This summer smells nice, so does the stagnant dreams
Waiting to flower like blossoming buds, in a collection of hanging things
I'd list these thesis items down, but, they're too educated for my taste
It's my light, and shining it on the wrong people, is pretty much how a broken flashlight works
Words rhyme inadvertently with some intention, insane isn't it
That you agree with others and tell children to sit down
Might and dry winds change these crossing starry-eyed loner stoners
I base myself to disabuse the **** out of every situation
But, it's not in my purchasable items
Looking for weights to carry, and burdens too run away with
No machine, am I, I am dead just like the onus that can be apolitical at times
Love them two times
Love them three times
They just seem to fade with the count, like natural numbers
Patterned and woven like dreadlocks of legendary pathos
Little did I know, to do what I say as the money keeps me awake
That's the logic I follow, it's a statement without purpose
Bridling pots, I can't relate
The time's changing, so that's what they say?
This **** is cooked and raw, at the same time
Like woks on earth's water and fire, fiefdom asks for too much
Pertinently I ask for their grace
With petulance, I ask for favors
These aren't a few of my favorite things, at least they are temporary

May we meet as equals do
May we breath as God breaths creation
May we light up brighter than the moon

We sat in a road
Of cobble stone and rock
Our valise and car was locked
The road was pernicious
Our guide was impervious
To the wisp of winds
The shape or form got diffused as my friend
Went in once again
The rising breeze
Left no survivors
And took no cowards
So, I went in after him
Worry might have taken me first
That was the worst I'd seen of the cold
The night came in a blitz
As my friend walked further in a hail storm
The car was void of form now
When I looked back with feeling
There was a time
Warm supper was laid out
As winter eased out
Now I remember the lost time
It has gone away like a powerful rhyme
The further I walk
The more happiness runs away
Now I don't know really
What I should look for
Is it a picket fence from my house
Or is it the sound of crickets
If I can now make it
The rumors will be roughly true
They said I will always be alone
The bird overhead called out
I had once wondered
If the whistle of an eagle
Is louder than the hopeless blizzard
The gelid storm that went for hours
Death's cry is said to be namesake
As it called my name in my ear
Often wondering if I had moved it to the core
If I had the hoarded courage of a saviour
All I throughout, home was on my mind
God could see it
But, I couldn't
Because the war didn't leave survivors
But, it didn't take cowards
When winter thawed
The water called out to the birds
That had left the battlefield
Looking for peace
I remember
We sat on that road
Once before
And heard the same birds calling out
To us to stay on the road of life

The Painted face of
paintings
Salvador Dali

Love's is a couraged
Existence
Senseless
In the distance
To go get her
For her hand
It's rather aged
Love story
Turning at the plot lines
Breaking barriers
For twists and turns
Setting boundaries
For intimacy
In a tryst with destiny

I believe in
A tea
Party
For those
Who can't afford
The concept of having
Tea

Politics for the
Enriched soul
Enter the dragon
Through this water bowl
Stating your shapeless purpose
Without a hindrance to the surface

But change comes with disturbance
My friend
Be water
Be like water in a cup, for instance

As I write this
I peel an orange
Now in poetry
Every Tom, **** and Harry knows
You cannot rhyme with this citrus delight
Thus I find myself lacking words
And how to arrange them
To rhyme with orange
So in such cases of crisis
I turn to imagination
Let my thoughts genuflect
At the possibilities of rhyme and verse
Weighing beauty and technicality
I realize I can be deranged enough
To rhyme anything with orange
Unless you want sporangium
But what is romantic about spores and oranges
If you want to be critical
We should talk of robust flowers and The Doors
Rhyme should be written off the hinges
Thought should be expressed free like a horse cart
And romantic as a moonlight caravan
Probably as well watered as a flower ***
Or sometimes withering away like the fire of desire

Peaches
Dripping
From trees
Like water
In
A cup
Life taking
Any form and shape
Waiting to acquiesce
To the right moment
When the right moment
Comes
You reach perfect place
In fulfilling form
Like water in a cup
Like a soul meant for love
Peaches fall
They however get too ripe
Do not get caught up in the moment
Use a productive route
For enrollment
In the school of life