She
Derives
From a blossoming fruit
From a tree not fertile

He
Rots
In the collar tie troops
In an army not good

She
Will seek
When the sun is in glare
When her mother is sick

He
Will not
Though a placid white breeze
Though the sweet in the cheese

They look good
They get it on, get it on, get it on
Hey, hush, look
And then don't don't don't

Bitter apple
Ever easy to inscribe
On the campus of the matter
So unlike the sweet and ripe

Sour unwanted
Much complained and sworn upon
Is unhunted, though is always
Prayed all prayers on.

Lust
Will perish,
Plans be blown by a gun
Must
Mind cherish
The perpetual combustion of my heartbeat in the run.
Glee
And perfect
Lays in waste site of the head.
Sick,
Imperfect
Bakes my cheeks to red.

Sour
And bitter
Occupies my mind infinitely and
Burns
As phoenix
To be infinite in every end

Title versus novel
No one quotes an author
For a label is a dome
For the foreign's ever measured by the home

You can find a word in my
Sixteen stanzas of a rhyme
But as long as all my words are lies
There's your name and wisdom in its ice

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

A kite
Snapped.
Cap on that head,
As if fury - is red.
When a kite
Snapped,
Cerulean dropped
From underneath the hat
Cerulean probably wet.

(Sad
Be not
Every rope shallow be freed
By cutting the knot)

Incinerating freedom
On deliberate letgo
Sheer Luck my wheels are jiggling
Smoothly towards home
Could be once again
A mistake under moon lake, under dome
Under thousand fairies, million blisters
Weighing down the starry wall

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.

I shall be
On time to see
Amaranthine tulips of mountaintops be laid
Into a single sea.

I shall stray
But live to-day
For future flights may change my realm
Into a game.

Tickling grows
In heels and toes -
An itching motive to move forth
To what is hot,
To what is cold;
To all I am, to all I'm not.
To all I will, to all I won't;
To all I hate, to all I want.

I said the words of bitter verum
I loved her then, but now I don't
And all I hope is for her majesty to come
To brighter days she's yet to learn

Tell,
The way you cheated
On a chemistry exam, back when
Shells
Of a soul so tender
Existed holding not my hand.

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.

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)

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

Eloquent, being lost
On lanes familiar with the dust.
I can not spot
The flower shops i fostered in the past.

Except the rooms of stained glass
I narrow eyes to see
How time will doom the camomile
How ruthless life can be.

But I will kneel
Reciprocate the corpse of once a growing stalk.
For it's the only way.
For we must talk
Before it's time to leave.

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

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.

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?

Gerbera daisy awaits
Her feet tip the bottom of glass.
Transvaal daisy,
With legs oh so lazy,
Hurting her beautiful ***

A sun in zeal
I'm lying on a dustbed
Unaware of the flowers just behind what's sad.
It is a day
When ties would never stop to
Contemplate the sudden impenetrability of May.
A night it is
For birds to settle back in nests of fragile straw,
The nests I wonder being missed.
The moon is here
Yet lights have not gone out,
To light my way to dustbed and the rest.

Faso, make me ******* mad!
So that, when waters in mon mind are blank,
The dismal merging with the divine in my head
Would not crawl up to sleep on pristine river bank.

So that my memory would not recall
Reminiscence by seaside on an august night
I may be true to poem, but I keep the word
Not whispered once into the ears of your holy kind.

You're but a girl, you're but a sea.
And friendship's what I want to keep.
But heart is blurting out words I long to drop
For you to reap.

The outro on "roses"
Is for us to stay as one
Hell, no matter what
Until the night when moon replaces sun

I'll read this poem once
All our hectic runs
Are done and our cuts
(Both studio and ones
Left by a tone smoke in lungs)
Are history to us.

I'll read this poem once we're history to us.

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.

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.

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.

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

For what its worth
We have travelled much
Out of school for several times
Starving for the journey and the ride

Bringing out the best we are
Heading out at midnight
Driving Hundred-Fifty mountain ride

We are living
We are living
Are we not the best that could've been

Dear Wisdom
I'd love to think
But my thinking cap has broken twice this rhyme

I'm conquering
But losing each
Drop of childish blood that we once had

See we are breaking bad
See we are buying heads
See its Hundred-Fifty down the sea

The juniper night
On the spring I was young
I spent all my brain for the reel

Not rockign the boat and
Not sailing abroad
Am I lucky, a fool or a bee?

Oh my buttercup friend,
I am girding for rest
So get on we are leaving the rest
So get on we are heading even more ******* West

And the sign of the wine
That allures me to dine
On the bones of the wasted time

Dont go lookign for fame and glory
You are doing great as you are
Dont go searching for fame and glory
Glory is another name for Love

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

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.

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.

Natalie
What you have done to me

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

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

Guitar

Imagine the world inverted,
The colours that alter the shades.
See, up above, the transparent blue of the brilliant today
Change into orangish haze.

Make up your mind to paint
The brick into scarlet and black.
See how cerulean lifts from the waters
To seize the pure gold of the sand.

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

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

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

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)

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

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.

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.

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