Throw me in the chartreuse fields
So I can leave my pain behind
Violets and Daffodils will turn
Me into their kids

Buy me out of sable walls
So I can see the other side
Violets and Daffodils will kiss
My spine

Say white, say blue
On a spring afternoon

Whisper out loud
O-hoo

Take me out for a walk on moon
So i can plant lovat' on stone.
Violets and daffodils will grow
On a pale ball.

Lie with me on frosty grass
Keep your feet above the stars.
Violets and daffodils will pass
But we can last.

No dark, no light
And no extremes the Lord has made.
No rights, no beauty and no fights.
The only are: the null; the one,
And every bit that dwells since then
Is built upon a hierarchy of a mind
Of a man.

ive seen the world all people same
we love we fear, deprived, insane
absolute mass and no division for the HQ supervision
we are Trialed in side by solicitude at night
blindfolded OF!
superiority of those that are biting in our nose
medicating under-eighteen that appear so differently
and thus don't reap the boredom we are destined to live through
im sorry that I'm different
and I'm sorry that I speak
for the nation of the flowers
all fragile but not weak

Morning, Nine-five,
To the tiny flowers in your garden,
And celestial ongoing bloom.
To the cadence of the sudden
Bird awakened in the noon.

Morning, Nine-five,
To a drop of light that slithers down
Down the smooth of shins and to your ankles.
Morning to the heedless way it gowns
Tips of feet unhid,
Naked toes uncovered by your blanket.

Morning, Nine-five.

Anna-banana,

Keep your vessel shared,
Keep its match along the wind.
Sixty million thousand metres
Seem no job with people in.

Keep your heart shut open,
Keep its tempo up the beat.
Sixty seconds on a sofa
Are eternity with (pointing at myself)

An adroit runner,
A plethora of harbound texts.

Makes a way - way out;
A way out of the common mass.

Sharing nights in paper;
Digging up a hole and
Cuddling in;

An adroit runner
Worships the abundance
Of the ink.

Does it, does it
Make her heart speak?
Does it, does it
Cut her tongue weak?

An adroit runner
Will run on and then she'll lead me in
Make a way, way out;
A way out of the common sin.

Sharing nights in paper;
Digging up a hole and
Cuddling in;

An adroit runner
Worships the abundance
Of the ink.

An adroit runner,
Living in plethora of hardbound texts,
Makes a way - way out,
Out of the common mass.

Sharing nights in paper,
Digging up a hole and cuddling in,
An adroit runner
Worships the abundance of the ink.

She will not perturb herself when time's out.
Nights are days. She has no time to speak.
Wonder,
Whether it cajores her to be stout
Wonder,
If it cuts her weak.

I won't beard the lion's den
An adroit runner
Will run on and then
She will lead me in,
So sane.

Under dusty cushions on a couch,

She keeps none but a lighter;
Lingers avid flash in dusk
And a smiley ray of photons
On her slender arms.

Under drops of southern after-rainbow arcs,

Upper limbs resemble straws
Posed between the lamp and me.
Stags of pure and yellow rows
Brush their antlers on my lids;

Draw a slit between her lips.

It is yet dry -
A channel readied a garment full of petals,
Dressed a fragrant flock of grass - to try
To hide
Beneath the rocky routes. It marches
Casting fragrant smells of flowers.

A channel tumbles water,
Runs the torrent forward
Where? I'm eager to know why
It seems to me
A neighbourhood to life.

Inadvertently
It slips to my realm.
Believe, I never wanted it so bad
To tickle stone of my shell;
To flow;
To be my well.

And it - the weather -
Having never been anticipated,
Bends, transforms
Into a weatherly incipient ******.

I am
in concrete,
Suspended in youth
I don't seek.

Stretching asleep
In a bliss
I'm warmed by the heat
Of my wings.

They allure and bid us to
Stay content in freezing cool
August night and sleep beside
The ones that kiss beneath the starry light

They consent each promise to expire
For no word shall bond a folk agile.
For a pang in heart must drive
Those willing to abide to loving right

And on August Night
A slumber army of blue lanterns will proclaim
Them the citizens of realm of pristine men

And thus in pitch
Of darkness full of heavenly within
The stars will swallow sin.
(And kiss you on a chin)

A cypress tree.
She lives in the shade;
She Radiates sounds
Voracious with fresh.
It conveys what my skin
never been
Exposed to. I'm green,
Much greener than slim
Of the evergreen shape.
Is it sinful to crave
For a nap at her lap
Or to merge
With the scent of her sweat?

A trio of compound realms I own:
A smile, a rainbow and unknown.
May I bake them? Fetch a pie
Of fruitful colours? Why
Won't it abound with the sky?

A trio of compound selves I bear.
Each dwells without and within.

Build me up music, oh friend,
And scream against sand.
No matter how loud, we can
Irate or content.

We'll put it to music, my friend;
Hum against holes in our heads;
My lines at the tip of your tongue
Curving. We will hand-in-hand

Devote us to business so vibrant and long.
As no matter time -
No matter
What land.

Chorus:
I'll bring roses on a rainy day
I'll bring daisies in case I'm late
You bring all stress that I bear in my life
You're a four wheel bike
For a kid in my soul yard

Verse:
I would never wish you
Marry someone like me
I'd never wish to know
Who I'm supposed to be

I've been counting nights and I've been counting days
For how long I can stand
Pledging rightful vow
And make it never end

(But I)
Break it all the time
Same lies all the time
Thin ice, foolish vice
To play
(But the)
Same lies all the time
Break it all the time
Thin ice, foolish vice
To play

Chorus:
(But)
I'll bring roses on a rainy day
I'll bring daisies in case I'm late
You bring all stress that I bear in my life
You're a four wheel bike
For a kid in my soul yard

Outro:
Flowers are calling
Flowers are calling
For us to sleep on the grass

Silence is raising
Roses and daisies
In soul garden of us

She's a fragrance
Bottled in my mind's
Peripheral scribes.
My tutorial on how to stand

And my spine is giraffe's neck or,
Fixed-be-not, the Pisa Tower.
And I'm bound to be lower
But she hits my back and stirs me forth.

Liquid paper, solid gold
She's a gas of dizziness,
Though a simpler boy
You could never find on earth.

She's a quarrel in a body,
Younger muse for my hoorah.
Like the Russians say,
Blood and milk. However, in the case,
Porridge and strong coffee.
My perfected
Oh, my tailored
Healthy diet for the mind state.

You am in
the flowers half a metre
From my shoulder, when
Silence breaks the roaring
Cloud of the rainful men

Always been a whole lung breathing
Sick omela dressed in rags
Of an alien cat who's stealing
Cosmic glitter for a duo of authentic legs

You bes such. The tranquil numbness
Kept in glance, in seldom pen.
Here you are
A chrisantemum
Here you are
As black as Seine
Here you are
A soulful creature
Ever white
As never when

i could be
incorporating zillion words to reel
at the combustion of my percevearance
of my contagious belief and clearance
but i wont
i am higher than imperfect ego
than the dirt iwas born to live inside
equal to the monument of thoughts of teachers
build inside this crumbling mind

discovering the glue to fix
discovering some time to make it beat
at least
a little bit

Know a temple.
One, voracious with a pumping sound.
Thoughts are stomping on the marble
Floor. Was that a wound?

That has got its ivy growing.

See my fingers diving
Deep into the pillow of its dust.

Oh my sexless thing,
My chaos of the colour

Feel me lying at your arms.

Cornered,
in the dark of ever-rumbling mind
by the brain itself.
Wanted,
in the rapture of a different kind -
pictured in a cell.
Why so,
what builds a basin for a lady
for a boy would dig a suicide well?

Strolling
cross the lanes not flooded
with the folk, but with a rain:
Leaning
as perpetually the salty drops would be
an artist - cheap, exciting, vain.

Have the Mays always been rude
To the colour of my eyes?
I cant see but the deep blue
When my brain sees you,
Oh! When my brain sees you.

And I crave for your hair much;
Arms are empty without your touch.

I am fearless
Only in my dream.

Fix me, so I wouldn't lose.
Fix my brain so I would crave
For blessings that my mother chooses.

Hurt's not me, for giving up
Is same as letting sand and dust
Slip languidly through slender arms.

Fix me, since these poems do
Appear of lines without a rhyme.
Fix me so I knew who I am writing too.

I have got no pockets
To put my hands in
They're freezing and hurting
And it's not what I mean

Should I keep on running
From perpetual cycle of petals in my
Rumbling disaster, darling,
That they call my mind

Both my eyes ever searching but
Have left on vacation now
I have been in a bed with girls
But I can't​ cheat on my thought of you, girl, anyhow

Tell me why should I worry
And conceal it in all those watery lines
I may not be controlling
Everything I rhyme

You're the wall and a door
You're a dream and the ruthless purest truth
There's a glory for every wolf
To howl on the moon

And when I told you I lost a half
Lost a person to whom my heart has gone
I told you you're the only one
That makes my blood run

She said I feel the same
That's when my heart was flying over dust
Just to drop when she clarified
That she felt it to the one she had loved

If I could
Spill at least
A single thought of You,

The Me would
Drown Earth
In the ocean sweet of blue.

A pinkish streak is
On her cheek
As rays are painting
On her skin,
Dispersed with window glasses in
A brown frame.
A theatre of colours
In her name.

Picturesque, content and vigil,
Bearing sigil
Of her inner lion at her mouth's gate.

Loving more of dusty morning
Than I ever did her groin.
Wonder still on why she is irate.

Running down a slippy spiral;
Tempo vivo going viral;
Mind is gold and loud, words are in the shade.

66 six poems of searching for lawyers
(And) lacerating in paper lament
My muse being vamped by the land

Black and white, out-inside
Making no sense, as a tree
Falls into a drained sea.
A mountain is nothing but me

Pennyborad rides
At the Spanish night
Lone bright mind
Sick of being tied

With her hands full of colour
With her pen raging thunder
Out with electric light

Risk a fortune
Risk a torture
Just for the sake of fun
Risk the rapture
Hidden in the fracture
Of the concrete sun

Aimless rides
On the spring kite
Lone monologue nights
Afraid of being high

With his hands empty of fear
With his strings sounding clear
Out with electric light

Razored by torrential feelings
Fried between the scorch and sand
Bleeding, willing
To at last prosper in home land

I find a creature speaking seemingly the English
Though im the one who’s teaching her so what’s the deal
A form encompassing the all within the all
A pitch between eternity and null

A sweet delight she’s at
As I am circling her around my head
In thought i have to hide
Even from myself
Im willing not to catch up in the tide

September 19 - 2 years we met
as I was standing by the door
4 eyes and one realization
9, 4 and school

You’re sun, sunflower and a bear
You’re a bracelette id wear
For the rest of my
Life and I
Want you to know
I kinda love you,
So

Wont you please
Please wait
Until the “1 and 2,
Oh oh and 2, too oh and double two”
So I would do
Do anything at all
Not fearing hearing a reproach.≠

Sometimes three words
Can put your heart in flames
Sometimes the same three words
Can break it just the same

I have said the words of bitter truth
Lips been sailing in her love but now they're kissing dust, Fate
Is eloquent but she'll learn
All the brighter days that she is yet to earn

Holy days and bank of stone walls
Has a human filmed a colour like the queen's before. Tell,
Will Me ever have this saint
Ci-ne-ma-tic love affair
Will we fruit again

Two o'clock
The door is shut
What a fool ignoring knock on her back door. So hot
Me felt, you felt,
In our wineful breath
Sixty times been chewing rhymes
Enslaving our rest

Let. Out. The. Sigh.
Let. It. Flow. Wide.
Over horizon over moon hanging high
Let. Out. All. My
Mine

Verse:
Trembling right beneath my skin,
Gaining tempo of my heartbeat,
Splitting in the 7 shades -
The Ray of light that never ever fades.

Master, hold back all the lords
Faking, making my sense worse.
Give it all and take it back,
There's nothing that will ever lack.

Chorus 1:
Beat, Heart, oh so wild
Beat, Heart, no not mine

Verse 2:
Cuddling on a Sunday night,
Waking up and praying to this light,
Searching for a truth in time -
"Will it last?" or "Will it be alright?"

Iris on a verge of death.
Carpe Diem, Flash and all his friends.
Me and You have found it now,
Me and You are as one.

Chorus 2:
Beat, Heart, oh so wild
Beat, Heart, no-not mine
Me, You are as one
Heart beats heartbeats as one.

im trying to be
a knight in pocket on a knee
a flower on a bed of reed
a sunshine in the ****** up dim

(trying)

perpetua in timeless home
a shaving boy, a cheap add-on
to beauty of your youthful old
twenty four y.o. cute face

Keeping eyes against the sun,
I dress air
With my lips.

Time will seize
When what's to share
Fills your blooming lungs.

I'm leaving the sound
Escaping the round
Of looping my memories' run

And shades of my face
Ever bound to seek grace
And the hole in my head's on a lace

Cough breaks
Voice aches
Can't scream, my whispers in pain

But-I
love;
To-night's
Dove;
It is bound to deliver the saint
And mortal grace

If all the mess
Makes sense
But Im@ bad at hitting signs

Then truth is
*****
For choo-sing
which
Conceal or stay in wine

How many "s"s
Does necessity progress
To make oblige unwind?

My karma cleaner broken twice
This time of life
And warrant's late fortnight.

For mid-sëptémbrè hard heart dwelt
In residence of kind
Mind. Now it shАffles
From a loss
(not only mine
How gross)
Among E.E.ish lines

Every wonder that is ricocheted in my brain cage
Closes eyes, loses spark
Unengaged

Salty vice of youthless mind
Seeks escape
Of the dragon shores and kraken's isles
In a single day

Nevermind me is an ape

The everlasting wisdom perpetually transforms. It narrates unknown,
Uttering the verses of its love in winds and snows.

It rains and calms from day to day,
It ceases only in the summertime;
For a halt
Is also gay in its own way.

It will urge precipitations,
Warn us,
Coax us to beat in flocks.
While it never leaves a mark
On the azure dome,
For the ceiling is the face,
It has traces on the boiling rock,
Ancient earth,
And on my holey socks.

The holy "wisdom" is
Merely the way perceived
By me.
Solely an imaginary bliss.

Though the mind elevates,
Sublimes it. After, states
That the chemical occasional coition,
Which is way up high,
Bears all the answers,
To my weird childish whys.

Guitar

luv, kids, luv
meet plenty clovers-bowers on a bed of dove
bros lead bros
u can't predict them meeting ai fortuna, love
liv kids liv
be-tray all, but your myth