smear a goddesses' back
creamy wax of sunset dust
bite the scent of ashtrays
as the soul smothers
into the leaving night

ten strange hands embodied by time
sands of dearth scattered like rhymes
how we fit so snugly yet exist individually
reality mouth the vitality of stupidity
and as the frothy shores
white titanium stones in course
a blood hound testing salt ridden breeze
as our existence wanders in vulnerability
a lovely delight
a sightly recite
systematically conquering our feelings
taught to stifle as causality
sea shells coarse
intricate invasions of aristocracy
bureaucracy everlasting integrity
cluster **** to drown in such blinded strife
our fabric is breathe truly
a paradox in hindsight

a secrecy worn
like fabrics of warmth
articulate abbreviate hurts and scorns
so that the day may be comfy and soft

shadow cloak smudging those vowels
anything that may howl
so it may not wake our minds
we have blanked out in kind

and as the jitter and glitter
fades in moonlight casts grey
our insecurities scattered like glass
how our mouths refuses to swallow

come home to a room
scattered elements and leaning towers
a pile of ******* wrought askew
as the linen bunches waves of the hour

dusty sunlight filtered through curtains
an artist breathing of thoughts gone vivid
papers pencils books and parcels nothing retains
as the artist pours over the jar of living thoughts so livid

time etches timeless, unguided and unforeseen
pastels and paint, words and typewriters
they all glitter in the eyes never to cease
like stars afar in galaxies aflame and brighter  

the world shuffles by, smacking their lips
as the artist pours over the jar of living thoughts
they may even close their eyes and fall in a ditch
no worries, this artist would rather not

the scattered papers smudges of visions
coffee cup stains and food wrappers remain
a reason there's an invisible division
between the ******* who don't

and the ones who do, unconstrained  
*sit tight

stepping onto the edge of a cliff
golden prairie brushing against your skin
the frothy seas bristle as thoughts float adrift
as waves crash onto sheer white rocks akin

breathe, you are a tree
the breeze resurfaces and kisses a melody
exhale, let the tension drain out
as the sky tumbles to commemorate your tragedies

close your eyes, you remain a tree
your roots travel far underneath
allow the space to come from within
and from the heart so shackled, so begin

balance against the tide
sightlessly gazing onto present converged  
a foot on land and another in space once denied  
open your gaze to your experiences submerged

stay, patience, let your branches grow
sleep, meditate, let your spirit heal
as the waves crash on those tumbling white stones
and an inner smile diminishes your withering woes

you sit, sit, sit, sit
in a place that spit, spit, spit, spit
you dream, dream, dream, dream
only to be rejected by reality

array of sun ray's demeanor
golden liquid entails the spur
partaking in parts of cerulean glimmer
the water trickles south of exalted runners

runners in berserk, runners as dreamers
those who wade through froths of character
concluding perchance to dig deep and climb
resonate mantras whose song have declined

no strings attached but to one's universe
solitary stars daring to dream in rhyme
concurring melodies in worlds not blind
so that their words may wield whatever in divine

I head out unknowingly
into the ****** of fray
the tyrant's berserk
into frisky delay
the title screams
of a monsoon champagne
as I cast about
my insecure monologue relays

kings and queens
knightly rose golds
flattering **** all over castles
we all call home

vain painted faces
        hiding  
                    waiting
                                 searching
poppy lemons in fertility skies
prairies danced upon
to beg for faulty mercy
in reality they stench of lies

shattered mirrors noses gone cold
tragedy struck this elegant mellow
solo trios in crowning malachite fur
guardians who seek for the murderer's slur

how mistreated, gallant fright
guardians topple bridges to hearts precise
yet I have built a fortress around mine
so I cannot possibly fall apart, concise

fog scurries, ghouls writhe, pounce in mist
the mountain and sky embrace, insist
the walls are caving, their laughter gone sour
as vain painted faces **** remove the powder

earth stretches, starkly white canoes
easing gently through streams, hello
me and my guardians, my guardians and I
we have built a garden
ruins no longer cowering in disguise

a desolate path
my movements thrash
lungs pump with sound
carried by the wind
my shoes strike concrete
moss, dirt, leaf-peppered path
as the sun descends
in the depths of seed

sweat trickles, sprinkles
flowering ecstasy
like salty rivulets of rain
the frothy seas whipped by wind
splicing lumps of coral terrain

blood resonates, pounding in my ears
I feel my body resonate in unity
it carries me in manifesting destiny
to mountains etched in eternity

I am running not for what I have done
but for what would become

and I'll keep on longing
for the concrete underneath my feet
the road to set me free

this makeshift democracy
yearning endearing
breeding festering aristocracy
petrified on the sidelines

black hispanic asian european
the manifesting minority
which built this republic
political policy withered to marrow

echoes of Washington
fade in graves marble halls
politicians etches unsheathed
to feast in bribery sorts

the gleam of monetary value
blinded patched pockets
burning the fabric
to be later devoured

you know that euphoria
misshapen twisted circumstances
my beloved aquatic relevance
drowning in remnants abandoned utopia

a dreamless state
unfurnished minds defined
those ******* their sickening sake
of whatever hell inclines

I sit in dread
glancing at rain gone sour
with paperweight for a head
death shall toll thy hour

I have lost my eyes
the sucrose in my hearth
an addict drink to realize
this infested dearth

a marble statue carved of stone  
fluttery etches in malachite graves
sweet fertility frozen once roamed
this marble statue a beloved rave

wisps of cloth transits deposits stone flesh
slivers of cloth entails upon breath
sleek shoulders rising abreast
hence majestic tragedy rendered afresh  

ivory veins, a ripples of waves
cracked splintered  hopes endeared in stone
lost imaginations wandered restlessly, now shaved
for historical miracles etched forever away

at glances of you
in memory behold imagined
shimmery doves uncertainty domain
too risky to remain

by your side, I know
though one can never truly realize
unless courageous
like frosted shimmering snow flakes
cascading from bleached skies
oh how I wish I could reach
and speak how my heart flies

a lung full of pride
and delicate wipes of strife
a lonely beloved awaits this night
for a single beam of flaming light  

oceans toil and swell intimacy
each breath preserved with spell
a single outcrop a lighthouse stood
trailing its light for those misunderstood

misfits charity they blew along north
sway restlessly relentlessly upon frothy shores
eyes filtered films fog chicanery cancer
which have eroded away fruitless dancers

a thousand chipped wooden crates
nestled bodies hidden in darkness, await
this light which beams high above sea
beholds rehabilitation the key

possibly cannot control
the deviations of man made fright
the gleaming glint of commercial consumerism
the televised divisive specialty of food and luxury
I feel powerless over my body and mind

a fuzzy head beheaded upon weight
of assorted niches created to promise
to fatten us like contorted buttons
that our life "will become better" notorious professions

we lose ourselves in quests
credit cards billed and shopping bags filled
shiny glossy floor and florescent pale lights
trailing our every shop like ignoble ghosts

not a single vein of sanity
but collection of clots leading to profanity
a manifesting destiny to broaden our mouths
as we try to twist every crook of our limbs too stout

sized proportions frustrations and collaborations
reflected uncomfortable orthodox segregation
what is real and what isn't
eclipses over what is cheaper and what's isn't

flagrant benchmarks tightens like nooses
bestow upon despair of cellulite thighs
each Hollywood conformity adding height  
and soon we shriek denial if it doesn't tighten

soon enough

a pump of gasoline
reek of Earth's inner stream
when it's too late...

silence will breed
death toll awakening
in avenge, festering
poisoning,
too late

a field of wheat
blue scoundrel of sky
clouds pearly fond like marbles
as ravens streak unbending nigh

please, let the crickets know
their melody of wind found harps
are meant for ears
who listen to the gnarliest hearts

an addiction with this piece of paper
my mind toiling as ink fly like feathers
a lost attraction to the time etched so thin
as words began to bleed from wells deep within

why is it that I cannot go to sleep
as phrases of day's wight whispers in my brain
I possibly cannot shut the voices out too steep
as eyes see transfixed to the matrix of veins

inky black scrawls, trailing the sheet  
filled with idiocy, catastrophe pumped in trains
an anarchy implemented like bipolar sleet
as I cannot possibly decide which terrain to eat

so many possibilities edged on pointed ends
stick me with the blunted ends
so I won't bleed so much
as words fly shapeless as such

I am an addict to lunacy of words
cannot possibly retain all my thoughts
in one such  designated, captivated skull
a contemplative headcase, basket case
caskets crazy and full

I will never be able to put down this pen

stand still in transmogrification  
my thoughts are lost in constant annihilation
a puddle smooth as mirror of skies
as rain weeps under silhouetted lies

we wander astray perplexed our entire lives
never to really smooth the wrinkles frowned in despise
a circling globe of mesmerizing flights
of peoples souls awakening restless at night

we wonder and ponder
at thoughts what lie in yonder
a dreamer's dream sunlit in beauty of clouds
perhaps we wander to bury our own fire

and as series of flashes whisks astray
never fully to contemplate
why we love to drink sights so faraway
why we never see beyond certainty of date

that the rubies in waking hours
and gems of thoughtless creatures
are all and same, as one together  
systematic to the longevity with one another

for one to truly live
there is nothing but one
in unison, simply
as beastly elegance to rest desire

a blazing red ****
and flaming red hair
the music bashed
bones rattled and lips preyed in chances
we sang in the electrified night
tonight, our chorus belongs
to our sights
reflected by the drops
we call classified rejects

feet stampede
hands praised in air
a tangible element
a tangible chorus
the melodies arctic
as voices run coarse

a sea of fists saluting
the red **** a humble ferocity
a single note prances
washes over a thousand eardrums
as that chorus, a thunderous clash

the heart of sound
thumps against the cage in our chests  
wanting to break
claw out of cynical throats
and as sweat trickles down our bodies
sound plasters to our skin

lights flash
a mesmerizing aurora gone rogue
like cameras of new and few
capturing the moment
of raw ethnicity
of our younger generation
in all of its rebellious reasoning

an isle of blinded birds
walked before the red ****
searching for that truce
that happy medium
away from skeptics of wrinkled faces
vessels carrying our souls
without capacity written in stone

and as that red **** thrashed
a marvelous sight of beauty
for once the generation
a thousand demographics
a thousand thoughts and dreams
tonight, we come as one
unified as winds carry us on
we will sing, we will purge
we are the younger generation

and we will remain as we are

a lonely figure
a collaboration of concrete illusions
a chilliness brought
a darkness cascading over
as a lonely figure stood

tiresome, a bridge stood
a single street lamp
casts its waxy orange light
a single shadow
never to be accompanied tonight

each breath sharp
a shower of vapor ice
jacket nestled, collar popped up
nose snuggled tightly
away from this chilly fright

it feels like the darkness possesses
a wight of its own
the night presses everywhere
through gaps in words
and curves in the alphabet
try not to seethe too deeply
in this mystical dream

each step falls
and echoes cynically
distant concrete lovers
illuminated with solitary rubies  
a single car passes by
and like this
under a pearly ash glint of moon
another night passes by

a splendid ecstasy
a festering delicacy
the joy at sight
blue marvelous skies
its own manifesting destiny

the race among stars
clouds sweeping breathlessly through
a world just created for you
my own billboards scarred
and a pelirious love affair

What am I supposed to do with you?

My mother, you see, dresses in armor
as if war waged everyday
her mind is a catapult
her expression contours
and her teeth jeers
at the end of the day she'll say, mo wakata?

sorry mother, not today

her bones juts and creaks
her body worn from strains of life
her wobbly, crooked knees strike one another
with every feeble step in strife

her cheeks cascade like eery angular cliffs
and a crow's nest of hair, wiry and black
tumbles down her head
mother, what can I do for you?

Born in Japan
and now married to a foreign land
in hands of a backwards society
who merely acts like jesting skeptics  
they treat her family as a minority
for what?

they whisper, look at her dark squinting eyes
tiny, wiry stature
and no-nonsense attitude
no, she's not cruel
she just knows better than most

but they'll never take time to look at her
or listen to her when she speaks
and at the end of the day she says , mo wakata?
I'm afraid I do not
okasan, gomennasai I say

yet grateful, I am, for the same angular eyes
wiry hair and handsome ethnicity
your iron will strives me to go farther, deeper
to explore ever crook, every
perk of what it is to be alive
I am starting to see life
with the same air of humility  

yet on those diamond occasions
when your fingernails sting of dirt
and poignant flowers barricade
the cold mess beyond
a garden of delicateness embedded in every touch
and moving with Asian maternity
stone paths weaves through
fabric of nature's vanity

her love is etched within the soil
I see her stooped body
outside my window
as she tends her garden
and at the end of the day, when she says mo wakata?

hai, mo wakata, okasaan I say

life is not a battle
but the will not to wilt away
and as you care your garden relentlessly
you were, in fact, caring for me

every flower planted in soil
no matter rain or grey smoky skies
it spreads its lovely petals
and remembers to drink in the sun
even if there is not a sun
to drink in

what do you expect?
In all the things I do
in such as collage of a person's dream initiation
what kind of things leave you in sweet appreciation?

who do I call, my mom?
my brother, my father, sister and that dude on the street corner
in fact a completion of four blank corners
achieves nothing but to a getaway box of concealment  

wait, that's not what I meant
to say,
to do,
what I ought to be,
*******, society
what are you thinking of me?

Why is it that your thoughts justify
that a ballroom of hot gaseous stars
rooted in a seventeen year old dream
is nothing but hallucinations of a childhood...

you make me want to scream

what makes you think any better
to take, a list of vocabulary as mode of expression
people smirk at the reflection in transition
yet in a world gone of such things
you try to mumble, stumble, tumble
on your own tongue
as nothing retreats
and substitute it with useless prepositions  

blank stares on blank fat faces
greasy slicked tongues attached to an ugly wrought of body
stop stuffing your face with social media
our lives are capable of much more authenticity
stripes red, white, and what, green?
I'll make it whatever I want it to be

you say I am wasted away
that thought, that havoc, that pleasant furnace
well thanks a lot
to you, my thoughts are burnt out
like a light bulb in a dark room of four blank corners

channeling riot thoughts onto paper to screen
composed in depths of my dead weight backpack
crumpled under the weight of text books
explaining how we should live better
and how I am suppose to be  

well it's my mission to live outside of conformity
and as words fly in class, in halls
first only to myself, then vulnerable to the audience of you...
wait, virtually the entire world?

understand these words are as raw as lemon
fueled by thoughts, cynical, you can reckon
and **** as my teenage mind, naive
just like the shadows of you and me

understand these are reflections
we are starry magicians in the game of complexity
constantly fluctuating upon gravel grounds
it stems from existence we label into nouns  
we string words together
and if nobody else ever reads this
who cares?
your name is the last thing we'll
care to pronounce

Maybird, today you thought
Today you thought
But I think not
On whether you dwelt long on that thought

Maybird, a sublime spring
A sprinkle of blue
A shower of roses
Today you have thought

A clinking of ice in glass lemonade
A rush of waxy pollen
You thought, today, Maybird
And I thank you for that

I feel those stares
gnarly infringements  
a flash of photograph
a creaking doorway
a breathless hallway

I swear I feel those stares
hidden under staircases
creeping around corners
kneeling under tabletops

I press my hand into my eyes
so I can't see anymore

there are eyes everywhere
but only those of my consciousness
a doorway here, a path there
an unmarked territory
a charity to my soul
thank you, my body
for allowing to remain me