They were sisters
Found solace in arms
Of blue eyed men
Who promised them a sky full of stars
Instead they got a roof on their heads

If you pursue a flower
With the aim to pluck
You cannot appreciate the scent

I think I can say that
You cannot be a friend to her
If you think about possessing her beauty

Women are afraid of love
Because it is like
A knife twisting in your abdomen
Deep inside

And they cannot handle
The anguish of seeing men
Under such pain
For the love they cannot give

Don't think twice
It's fine, and I'm alright
Sometimes, it's not so rough
To respond, and it's okay if you're in for a night
That I could live without for a while
It's much too strong, too see it through
Life has come to a new beginning
The stuff I'm made of and plastered on
Like a fool
It's like little locket of love
Locking me out of my own memories
You were once mine
And now know, the key to your heart
Is gone, for no one to respond
The lover's charm can open the door, once more
But, I guess it just takes your kiss, to pick up the phone

The children ring the doorbell
The door hears it
The love yous I share with big licks
The love yous I share with lickety sticks
The voulez vous lists of the bon often bonfire
The volute often pollute the years of ulterior motives
Break your back, heart needs
We can be champions of our lives, if we wrote our own stories
The years go by as love the look in your eyes
The days go as some ****** takes the pull from your woolen tassels

I write down my feelings
My pen is ready
And my tongue is tied
Telling me my lips twist your words
Thoughts turns into time
Time turns into stone
I write on stone and take my time
Tumultous and turbulent
Two good words came out of seas crashing against
Raised coves and then it hit me
That I would sail two seas
To be with myself on the otherside of the world
Breaking my body to write good things
Making metaphors for my lies
Letting people in on my horizontal freedom

Lying on the vertical, falling for the rhyme hurts
The rhyme hurls me into the rhythm of life on the sidelines
Pass me by, touch my inner light
Bring the dark child out of the crescent moon
Say hello to how we used to say hello
Goodbye to mean men who don’t hide your heart
Go out cold when you never get my ideas
Lukewarm conversation is what I need
Warm my hands with your wordsmith
Wordless lassoes

To you this is my song
In this earth
That needs so many people
Like you

Be someone
Whom you can love
Without any question
Without anyone holding you down

To you this my last call
If I can't be the one
To make you feel beautiful
I'm just not the one to look to for the right words

I can't fight
But I seem to grind
The keyboard
Telekinetically
Speaking

I wish I could express
My pain to you
But, words don't cut that
Deep

The eyes drenched in the blue of an ocean
Sun kissed lips that were calm like its water
I saw the age in her well preserved innocence
She was precious as a child

Her tale was so vivid, I would listen to it
For hours and hours, till the clock had no meaning
She'd stare at me and wish away my existence
Take me from place to place with her childish lines

She could weave a month into poems
Her spontaneous mind would turn the seasons to seconds
I'd seen love take a new form
Little by little, she'd turn ecstasy into tragedy

When a thing of beauty and serene sleeps
I alone **** out weeping faceless prayers
And disturbed lands of casted out eternity
And measure worth in sordid affairs
Wishing time lay for this transience and hope
Because I do not, I do not hope to possess
For desire is nothing more than death's endless rope
I sigh ignorant of my hopelessness
Always wondering the endless consequence
Then understand the true measure of myself
And heavily tell the sad reminiscence
Haply, I think my heart moved at twilight
Like a ghostly tree spreading its leaves
From the taint of twigs leaving a spectral sight

The moon and stars
Are together at night
But every dawn
When I think of you

I realize we're apart

The nicest memories
You have are often subject to the
Worst experiences that require bringing about that transcendental belief
If you are stuck with your possessions, for example
So what, love is like it is
It is turbulent and the objects are closer than they appear
If your love seems far away, be silent when you have to prove it

We wander in the sea
All, lest we speak by meandering the will of the desperate man
And gladly he wolde lerne, gladly he will teche
April is a dull month, breeding lilacs of the refracted land

Le desespere were the dismembered, germinating roots in the washing away of memory or broken places
Let us go, you and I
To the sunlit skies wearing the secret of prima facie
Etherized on the table, for Ezra Pound's moniker

"Es tut mir leid"
Were novels and symbols into the sun with a woolen sweater and a note
"Butch and Sundance Kid"
I see your shadow walk into the rising sun, across the window, and that's what you did!


Thelma and Louise, hand in hand
Vandalism among vandals, wasting away in the wastelands
Peace germinates, as they in the sundry embryo of the now
I show you fear in a handful of the dust, in Avaris

If I didn't have
Control over my thoughts
They'd me throw off the Mesosphere, in a ball of flames

Slapped and rapped on the table
The wrappers of the toffees
Looked like gifts next to the rich tea party

Write as if your life depends on it
It will make for a comfortable death
Knowing you said everything you ever wanted

If my love were unseen as the night sky
Like a lonely cloud of twilight
As sure as stars above that shine for us
With the treasure shared underneath that dusk

My heart would sing within that solace
As a fulfilled soul hopes to flee from this mess
Casting my shadow on you as a willow does
And in exchange I lose none of the ardor

For your love, should it belong somewhere else
I innocently reside in your heart's corner
As I accept my loss of scope and time
Our fates shall never intertwine

Reminding us time is of consequence
My sweet love will wash away with its pink sands

A song kid talked of poetry
Like it was placed for thinking and for presentation
And nature was written in the attraction to creative arts
She kept burning the midnight oil
The streets were illuminated by the flame of distress and desire
To become better, and the single line that she knew honestly
Life might talk of different angles to the wretched circumstance
The perception of a child in the poor encumbrance of a truly myopic poet
The one of toil and summer, and writhing in your experiences
Life can be complex for someone who writes on demanding terms of endearment
This is called achievement and recess, or talk of wisdom

I know you are
In pain
But, I just want you
To notice me again
When you're going insane
If things take a turn
We can go for a spin
Jump off a cliff
And fall in love
Someday

Look out child
You don't know your rights
So, stay inside
There's a war out there

The sea is riled
Driven by hunger's embrace

Clasped arms
Like a seaweed's sewn lace

In the mirage of watery beings
A siren emerges without a trace

These are a thought of you
That I yearn

I still drown in your memory
And have a lot to learn

You look to me
Like dandelions in the breeze
With yellow petals to touch
Softest on the earth

If I were free
Like yellow roses in the sea
Pouring their colors into the waters
Too good to last

There's a way to see
That you belong with me

Surrey street address
He lives in the tallest building
Combs his hair
And caresses his armchair, yellow strobe light

Wears dressrobes
Stands in the light of yesterday's glances
Bystanders are so busy
They stray from the suburban dread

The dead of the lugubrious stripes of zebra crossings
On the streets of thiefs that vandals call Bob Rice on
They call Peter Thiel, the true blue
But call me on a red light

Redemption is for the ones who have bared their souls
The next day is the same for choices you have to make
It is a price I must pay
Difference I take from this is making me much miserly

I have to wear these robes wrong
If the python wraps on my shoulder too tight, curse me Dad
Right or kneeling to the left, there is a nearby mongoose mom!
If they fight, I will **** myself
I do this every silver morning

In the obstructed morning, a place of didacts
And pedantic passerby, and social vista of Perdido and ambient arcane fires of love
Perdition could be sensual, or superstition could be unsatiated
We could obstruct our cozy mornings with dingy dreams and bright cups of coffee, love's a new game
Reading books, and placing our shiny spectacles on the bass guitar, the coffee is getting cold on the plate
But, the table gets hotter, too bad the kitchen is too big without you
The bed is getting smaller, as I toss and turn, and dream of the real you is perfect
The dream of love and the idea of a bed better with just you, you make me collate these feelings and place my nosegays just right.
Perfection requires the right hand of time.

Do you want to be my
Friend in the apocalypse
Bury my best friend
In the backyard with me

Do you wanna play
Outside or call me up
When people have borders
When they are at war

With themselves

Do you want to respect
Mother nature
Finally, or live by the knife
Without introspection

Do you want to be owner
Of a lonely heart
Grow old with me
Young love will live through this crisis

Just say, yes
And cooperate

Jumping to conclusions
Leads to more
Thoughts in your deductions
Better follow the logical pattern of reasoning
Rather than questioning your own misguided beliefs

The road travels downward
It travels further
Just let the sunshine in
Summer's trying to touch your skin
Like the nights try to bring sleep
These days may leave behind us daydreams
But we know not what tomorrow brings
You can mock me in this circle game
If you are born an actor
You may die a loser
If you are born today
You may live to pay for the forgotten ones
I guess I am a loser
But, at least I wasn't born yesterday
I'm ahead in the race with promises
Sorrows that I don't lack
Tomorrow comes again allowing today

Yew and other conifer serried in a daffodil field
A lone traveler wearily strides on the hills
Karenina, the morose maiden by him
Holds a lamp in a library where his vision dims
Pensive thoughts converge
In a road where the paths diverge
His tenacious mind seeks
Where the heart grows meek
When a lady mourns
A man yearns for more

Life would be quite short
If I read your mind
And was speechless
Light would reach my taste of freedom
I could taste the darkness telling me to leave
Around midnight without my shorts

Have there been
Times when we
Met in a lonesome cabin

The pristine dream
Imprisoned
By hands and feet
These thoughts are the only reality

It's okay
If you are alone
If the chips are down
And everyone wants you for the wrong reasons
It's great to be used once in a while
Soon, you will have to make them remember
That those eyes see more than empty towns
They have seen places behind the blue skies
It's amazing that you are alone
Because no one will hurt you and dismember your love
You will stride and walk tall
It's okay
If you want to be okay, too

Falling in love is beautiful
Ever wanted to tell
Someone they are beautiful
But, it was too late
Don't feel bad
Falling in love is one
Of the best things
You can do for someone
In need of company and comfort
Because love is a beautiful thing
The compliments are just temporary
But, love is religious and non-temporal
Love is one of a kind
You are one of kind
You are love
That's why love is a metaphor
And person in one
Love is light in the dark forest
Love is a concept which the heart
Knows by definition
It is easy to express
As easy as it is lose sight of it's meaning

The simplicity of tradition
Is worshipping every
Religious revelation without volition

Times have changed
I'm not the same
Rivers flow deep
But there's no rain
You know my mind now
Girl, I've lived with you
But I've wanted you too
Every day for 4-3 years
I never met someone's as wonderful
As you, girl

But, before your heart was mine
I was bedazzled
For a long, long while
Nervously, I came closer
I wanted more
Because of the way *** made me feel
Being ready for you was something so unreal
Stupid, I know
But I loved you to begin with

A single aversion
To love and its chances
Shocking me and my very kind
Avoiding glances and romances

A single aversion
Touched my soul, leaving me blind
And hurt
Taking sometime till I learn more about being a lover

I wish you hated me
Because I learned to love
It's just the eyes never learned
To dry those tears welling up
When the ocean fills up
My heart escapes my mouth

There was the flurry of ideas
Stillness in the land
Superstition held the people together
Apparently, they hated the bad luck

The world is ours to keep
The key is in the depth of the ocean
One has to swim to the bottom of hell
As a fish paddles in empty water that gives in clusters
Soon, a jellyfish will swoon by as we scuttle like a turtle
Impervious to the sharks of the dark alleys
The world is ours to keep and the peddler tips his hat
The violent vale cannot be seen from down below
Only the setting sun can dream like a dizzy porpoise
Like the ethereal sky kisses the dolphins
They jump in troops like the warriors of this Earth
We have finally who can protect this world
The world is ours to keep
Not the petroleum companies with their lies
As they sell their comatose by the loads
You look ill, I'll get the key for you

You demean me
You treat me so bad
Sometimes I am glad with thee
I would live with your angelic air
Sometimes the wine would get to my head
As I question if we can fly
Your words make no sense
They make me fly
And only butterflies make sense
If there were birds and bees among us
The prayer turns to a prayer
As we live in flight
A murmur turns to silence
Someday the silence will require a prayer
You don't make any sense anymore, babe
And we must come back down

Young trees herald
The ground above which they stand
Flowers lay strewn about
Soon the leaves will turn brown golden
As our love becomes barren and old

Does anyone wonder
If living right and true
Is better than making the most of youth
Than having dignity in death in spite of what we don't know

Might we both live as one soul
In the green grass and swim among the moles
That dig out their noses out into the sun
Looking for love on quiet day
When the heat seeks their foreheads

In a backyard.

Soon, our love would turn into dust, I could not breath
Yet, I looked saw behind those facades of "perfect"
Her bright smile became an image that would reflect
Soon, the calm lake had two fish floating, dead

Your love feels right
The night is just right
Because we both have brown eyes
I see yours are darker

As I scour through the layers for hours
Redness of your cheeks make them beautiful
Its the simple act of loving someone
That makes me feel so good about brown eyes

When I wanted to have hazel ones
That look purple in dawn
Green in the seaside house
Blue in the reflection of the water

I look deeper into those tiny irises
My sun rises and sets in them
We share the whole day, lost in an embrace
Held by a stare, arms around each other

Wrapping our love in our heads on the first date
I dare you, to love someone like I did you on the first kiss

Sweet flower
I’m so blue
I’m going out and about on the two stories
Pressure me into forgiveness, and take the wilting love
And fill me with your serene life, and deliver me too

My heart cries for the crumble pie
Make me a piece of crumbled lines
All I need is day of break from work and reading
Let’s talk about the right rain, and be wrong as the clouds hiding my lifeless eyes in gliding through to you

If I'm a fit guy
Down with fever
And my metabolism is eating my lungs
I'm smoking and drinking
Puking until I'm left with severed tongue
Cutting does do it
The smoking
And cauterized wound

The cutting doesn't cut it
I'm relying on a cheap pair sneakers
Expensive champagne and reeking of sweaty stench
******* and syringes of powder

The painless and suicidal people
In the profession of slavery
Fooling around with bouts of bravery
Ignoring a true saint from the past

My mind echos
Our songs we played
Each time you fade away
The song comes to me
Like echos from another day

I want your lips close
To mine
Yet, I want to give you space
Everyone needs their time
Soon when the time is right
I will utter something beautiful
Not love songs
But, how I am closer
To kissing
When I am not near you

Yet, your kiss is on my mind

I love you never seemed more believable when written.

Are thoughts your own exchange
I can tell
Maybe, you have surrendered to
Night terrors, and panic attacks
In the dark, as the room lies on uncertain
Displeasure seeks pleasure
And remorse comes in absentia
In the feeling of sensory deprivation
I find mental depravity, I do not find reprieve
In the deprived dream, I am walking without any ground under my feet
The thought of your love keeps me afloat