The tramps of the old England
The diamonds of Sierra Leone, the jungles lost in em
The tremble of the thimble of wattles, in this barren desert
Ottoman Empire quit Cold Turkey, the racks told me I could slice in
The majesty's service looked like it would rise with the sun
Bleeding like London sky, the rain always came
Too bad, the rain never Brexits, intending to leave, but, now the Sun will never come out

Is your ruthless heart brave and emboldened
Does your heart not waver, I know it flies
Birds wither in wait of your golden sun
As blithe wings should with the loveliest of white

Let's fly seas that have remained quite unseen
Air of fair clouds and sweetness of blonde curls
In my cold solace, with the warm silver face alone
Moonbeams rain! We soon make worlds of our own

How we clasp nights not meant to stay
Hope that finds ecstasy in this passage
Will soon be gone at the break of bright day
Yet, what is lost is not mourned, only bit aged

Your presence such old memories it brings
If nearer the sun, I'd melt my wax wings

I have felt this way
I have felt this way
I have felt this way
That you could hurt my way of life

Shadows flow through
You
Shadow shurikens decide the end
Of where your soul finds peace
And where the universe finds tranquility
Life becomes sacred rituals and expands
In tests learning the notes for duels
Water dances where your shadow bends
Ninjitsu,
Truly lends
Hand to the briefness
Of your animated lives
Dying in the fires of fiefdom
Evading the bandits
Saving them with quilts
Who now think of suicide
Are the farmers
Ninjas don't commit homicide
Responsibility comes with
Living by the sword
Dying in the stars
Hearts die by the fire

Some days I think to myself
What is she doing
Then it slips my mind
As I fly into heavenly skies
Evading cages sipping moonshine

As the scholars
Burn the midnight oil
I follow the sanguine stars
That let me fly from Earth's toil

The way of the stars
Guide me
As the weight of responsibility
Rests on me

I'd like to believe that our bodies
Are made of stardust
But, when I'm without you
My love is lost in the vastness of space

It will take lightyears of searching
And the cosmos shall bid our lonely planet
Farewell

Sometimes I wonder where are you
Your sliver of light still shines an approval
Was that the mirage or a road to paradise
The love shines on

I've watched the stars
So many times while thinking about you
That I might have counted all of them

My brother was lost
In the town
Like a ship that had lost its way
In the valley there is always ray of hope
The sun always wakes me up
With a fear that I'll lose him
In war

The wind brings
Rain and snow
It is winter right now
But, it feels like summer in paradise
Cool and icy

I live in a town
Where the lights never go out
But the moths never come in
Because spiders are the citizens

The depth of winter
In a cold gaze from the sky
Is covered by fog's translucence
Wishing to fly with the yew trees

So, as the night brightly sparkles
Such water cannot compare to
Only be a mere reflection of its beauty
All that is alive is a free miracle

Woodpeckers sit on the clear earth
Ne'er on the floor of moonlight
As they sleep in weeping willows
Who cover them in tears to keep out the night

Despicable future lies ergo, ahead here we trade to go
Pretending receptacle, disk-like topsy-turvy and a memoir
The years of strenuous struggle and summer's past
Antithetical to the present, zenith is here we endeth
Hermaphrodite, are you a dove in a flock
Of seagulls, that entices the erudition of like minds
Of yells and drama that show promise of an actionable decision
Derisive, and here's where we toll and we ring like bells
To the signs of perturbation, and anticipation is latent
Derogatory, and denunciated is dystopian life in this derivative
Of residence, maybe, we might mold ourselves into movers and the touched
The items that are among a collection are well-cared and nurtured for
Trembling fear is your colonel who is braving those storms and keeping rank
Somnabulance, serried, surfacing terms of senile agreement met
Setee and servile and set by the beset sentencing of someone on trial
Like I came into the room knowing the poor vernacular of my dreams
The error in my ways was courted by other folks
Floored and my pleas, were met obligating eyes

As you go your way, I'll follow your eyes
We will meet in twilight
Abstruse, but, simply beautiful time

When you run away from me
Time slows down for three seconds
It takes a second to take my breath from me

You may adorn the sunshine
I have seen the moonlight in your eyes
When you knocked my head out and left me stargazing at night

At twilight,
I will send you a letter
To ask for your answer at twilight

Weirdness
Laughs in her

As she is weird
As she can be

Odd isn't it,
Awkwardness

time keeps freezing
In my hands

My palms stay cold
Feeling the heat of the night
Of sensual calm

Time passes away
Awkwardness keeps the weirdness
Both say, "hey, beautiful."

I felt the debris cling to my shoe
I felt a stranger hold me
I fell for a trick as my lover held me in a glance
As I ran from the country house
I felt the touch of fire on my eyes
I felt the wetcloth on my forehead
I fell for the banality of a nurse
As I ran from the hospice
I don't want this war
To take me alive
"We'll see to that for a moment"
My gunnery sergeant said as he handed me a rifle
As I clasped the trigger
I shot at the sky
I thought,"This bird has flown."
The skies were bare

Do not be afraid
I tell myself every waking night
Have courage, I reassure myself
You will see the moonlight

We speak to each other
Buds that blossom, look at each of you
Except these are the words I'll use

We wait for no one
When we seek
Freedom, are we looking for an easy way out
Or the waves of possibilities wash over us in the time of our struggle
Freedom is unattainable. Because we are fighting with or without it.

She touches nature within
She is a high cloud on a dull plateau
She runs like the wind
She is all around

We made water out of stone, son of man
Making you and I possible
She is everything love could possibly be
She is April, the kindest month
Once more cruel

I'm howling under the little tree
Becoming quiet, becoming a pole
Lank, hankering on the ransacked goals stealing the sleep from, meaningful free prose with the simple words that stole my sleep, I want your hand
Don't you wanna dance in the dark
Butchering Sundance, in the kid of the friable apartment
Apartment 145-146, today's last cries on the radio on Central park songs
That's alright to turn the radio and explain the positively rhapsodic living sphinx riddle, be killed by it or understand it
Across midnight skies, and shirk the sins, and scream with the pursuit of desires in Tangiermen
Burning with Illmatic fire on the sunflower beads with sultry kisses on the nape of your neck
For happiness, I live in a time where we are quixotic
Blind with angel hippie looking for Alhambra, to ruin their with happiness, with mindful language burning in the circles of hell reigning with boundaries of paradoxical paradise lost
Some of us are a locked stocked barrel gun in machine tombs Barros creating sorrows, likeness to a warm run on Spain
An open book within without a son is like a train journey, it stays like a good friend in the Blake Light of burning Solaris
We were on the run on, Goldman Train running the errands like a kid waiting for the gold rush on the cast across acrobat, back and forth should I sat or should I go like the ultimate punk
Counting the stars just like you, easing ego in the poetry losing myself in strains of woes in a parceled nosegay which time clutched from Empyrean isles
Ginsberg meeting Walt Whitman in the supermarket sharing the list of cultured vegetables in Elysian isles, California in the catcher of eye fields
It's all coming together.

You said you were
Struggling with the bugs
In your head, and bedbugs in your childish
Dreams turn out the colorful ladybugs, taking leaps
Of faith as a person who loves the sibilant sounds
When I laugh as my head comes out of the firefly nation
Freed and staring into the distance, anticipating fireflies
Lead your path
To thine light
There is thy will in every bright thought
We are not scared among the ranged
Derailed from the rains, and waterfalls and lose our happiness
And search for the sadness in our childish souls
Hanging out in rainbows, when will you wake up heal
Already finding the end of life's meaning in the puddles of love
Find yourself in mother nature, and you can apply yourself, my friend
Be my water, my shapeshifting friend it's not your fall
And leave someone's shadow as we grow fond of the light, we start wondering if the starry skies are loving us
Or are we just struggling with insects, and becoming a free goldfish
Weird fishes touch in the nice places, and fishes in the sea
Falling underwater in extraneous speaking of lush green, swimming with the fishes in your beautiful mind
Take me somewhere, which reminiscent of starlight, can follow the moss green and shine like an emerald
Cerulean swirling us in cones, waves of relief wash over your heaving warm soul

Love is unforgettable
Let me tell you a story
About how I fell for you

Your smile is true
Hear my song
About how I hated those lies

Our conversations are frequent
Let me recite a soliloquy
Between our lips

Your kiss is sweet
Let me tell you a story
On how they make me feel

Your beauty is addictive
Hear my song
About ecstasy

What in the world
Should I do
If I love you too?

For those giving up on the end of the tunnel
The last shadow stands in the way of your travels
For those who have given up on happiness
The last answer will clear the fog of questions
For those who cannot conquer fear
This is your last burden to bear
For those who have given up on love
Don't. There is no why.

I see myself in the blue depths of a grey cloud
On a garden in golden fields, except everything is green

Beyond the conscious knowledge of sky and sound
In between you and me, nothingness is a sound

Like a dream
Nothing lasts forever, but, what is a day in the living consciousness?

We have the same blood that makes us so aware
So wary of another, in this despair we share our heart and soul

Will our institutions last
Or is man the only species that will light up a dark alley

We criticize ourselves when others don't look
And criticize others when we look for answers

Do you care for me with all your heart
Will you hold me in your gaze
And embrace me with your warmth
Take me to the places you once left behind

A walk down your memory lane
I remember, you wore a checkered skirt on that night out
With your hair gingerly touching your sweater
The moon heard your starry chatter

I was captured by every fiery glance
Enamored by the look of desire
A cheerful sunrise gave me another chance
Take me to the places you once left behind

It's not the mind that stops me
It's the mind that propels me
And the heart that brings me stillness
In this love meant for crazy people

If you want to soar in the clouds
Like a lonely feather
I will cut my broken wings

If you want to drink from the deepest ocean
Like a lion that has crossed the desert
I will show you an oasis

If you want all of my love
I will give you
All that you want because I love you

Is tomorrow another beginning
Or the end of the beginning
When does the perfect ending come
If it does arrive, what prescribes the reason
To precedent can we hold it to be worrisome
For us, tomorrow is just an anomaly
A wordless remark on the fruit of today
If it does have some patterned conscience, how do we stop hurting
Like birds without flight or wings
Grasping the sky, without purpose
Always singing the caged bird's song
Forever, even when tomorrow comes
Bolted doors will be removed and empty as windows
Opening of loading docks for homeless ships
To return, without knowing they ever left
Abandoning the captain of this vessel
Who believes in patience
And living in the present

Woven into a blessing
The servant stitches the cotton
Picked by a child

People often say
If you have ideas
Why don't you use them
It is probably because
I worry about being rich
And die trying
My entire life
As they say to be drunk
And die at the age of 30
Or be sober and die trying
At the age of 60

So unfortunate, but wise.
Can't we keep smiling
Is this the radio on which you listen on
Or my life

I'll hold up this disguise
Calling you in the night
This is the freedom I want
I pray you will come back

I've wasted all these years
Fearing, you will never leave me
So, I touch myself in the mirror
Holding myself together after all these years

The valleys and hills move overhead
Soon, I will bring a rose when the day dies
A bleeding sun turns orange then red
Like a fire it burns bright
I look up to find a clue of warmth
My hear turns cold when my walk turns to rattling
My fear turns to terror as Apollo's armor shows a crack
I lose track of time, the rose should be placed on my grave
At dusk when my soul shall wander

Here and there
There and here
I wish you'd keep coming here

Why does poetry have to be shallow?
We will look for another planet soon enough
From ridge to valley, pastures facing the constant plough
Soon the California fires will be put out by the dying hours

We will change up the entire planet
From country to country, and we will barely recognize Brooklyn
Under the stars or the sun as none will be seen in oblivion
And humans would dream big, doing little to change things

We could take the signs as they are
But, the diplomacy-the international dream- runs so deep!
Are we trying to scheme ourselves out of the consequence
By ignoring the battle we have at hand, claiming false innocence

Are we calling an impending doom with our actions?
Does the eternal river of Styx turn green in the next century
Or do we continue to choose between Scylla and Charybdis
Making the wrong choices, ashamed of our previous decisions

I dwell upon the lazy dawn
Take a fresh breath of air
In the form of a yawn
The flowers wilt when you're gone

My soul is chained to the stars
A heart as dark as the night sky
Your smirk and charms
The memories hold me when you're gone

I am dead
Only God lives
You must find him
He lives in my bones
Strewn like cigarette ashes
He seeps into my flesh
That has lost its yearning
He laughs in excitement
Through my wide eyes
If you look at my skull
You will see, I am not blind

The coolness of winter
Eroded as December did
When we were just kids

As short time elapsed
Between life and death
Then the night just faded away
Like yesterday

If you want to see the truth
See how there is a change in you
And go for it too

Even now, after all this time
You sing to epistles, seduction, and kismat
Waking up in the mornings, brighter
The hips jostle, saying yes, fly me into the horizon  
What's sunrise, what's the night's desire?
Where is your sister?

My mind is awake
At night
Because it worries
How your day was
Thus, my heart does not rest

Why can't I be paid to be poetic with images?
I have tricked my mind for a mottled house
Into bottled thought like leopard-skin
You love me as moons
Shatter the beauty of sunlight
Into thousand starlight
Why isn't the Blake-light, true?
The automobile blood is power
A city fire except the sign stares for hours at night
From outside terrorized tower which was gleaming
Why can't I live on forever with my lines?
With English and carry out my lyric, blindly
I write my mind, and I will drive politics, effusively
So, why can't I write?
Ravenous hunger eats inside at her aching limbs
My mind is numb without choice
I feel dumb without a voice
I am no politician to speak for her
Why can't I write for my lover?
I go for the smoke, upstairs
An upstanding man to my dark-skinned friend
She is drunk with ***** and cigarette ends
In a war with clocks and arguing, pugnacious
She will save me from ****** ******
While I think of cure and release from fools
Thinking of only you
You! Without the mad drunken ******* at the silver spoon
My biography is decided too
So, why can't I write for my dying riches and mind?
Why can't I find the newest moon
Where the moon, often, hides?

A natural order was seen
Living in the forests of time
Where wild men run free
As mothers keep providing

The mother hides in the shadows
Unaware of the crime of her children
Letting the life cycle move as clouds do
As the race for time will never find an end

When we live in the city
The cars live on the roads
Now and then, is a lot like
A forest of the day, hiding in the darkness of night

Under a canopy
Where the bright places are absent
The snails will move as clouds
Letting the clouds run free

Under a canopy
Where the shadows hide
The brightness of a tiger
A quest for life leads us to our destiny

Where's my job or occupation?
On this planet of employed men working line by line
Excusing none, as long as they are criminals in dream theatres
Or nepotist rebels, you call radical artists to build in ceramic pots
Tell me what's in the name of money, a jade sword
Is it your greed, that you learn your hunger from, a bleeding cut
Or the foolish is it if I ask you such a catatonic question, reading out
Unfeeling is it if I ask for a catharsis without cheapening feelings
Chester chooses his chestnuts well with magazines
Her name's on your tongue, but, her flights a long way off
True isn't it, that sky clears for checkers and crimson skies
Gosh, I wonder where you're looking for flickering lights
On the sun or the runaway journey, that ends on the runway
You could be running, tell it isn't your hesitation
It's just a chemical romance and repentance, for having inhibited yourself
Why stop yourself, if you have all the papers necessary?
People never stop when the traversing is just the thing they need
Travel is life, so are timeless things
I wonder how long we'll be here, really

You act high and mighty in day
You call me at the night of work hiurs
I’ve stare into the starlight with gaze so rare
That working the tables on broadway avenue would’ve helped

As I walked on a beach
Among the ferns
The sea sand was out of reach

In odd shapes the water moved
As my heart ached
I knew there was more to do

Ashen sand castles lay strewn
On a place which was far from us
Or a figment of our imagination

Now, I look back and the whirlpool
Is all that I remember from our trips
On the sea, where the **** lay at the bottom of the blue

The darkness
Brings color
To our soul

There's a light
At the end of the tunnel
Soothing the darkness
Inside my heart

Its good to be optimistic
When nothing goes your way
There are times when reality
Is hard to come to grips with

There's a darkness
Inside my heart
That's enveloped in the blackness of the soul
There will be light and dark once more

Living peacefully in this mind
That hasn't known love
For a long time
There is hope as white as snow