A yank around the branch for an unripe banana tree

makes for peels at the tears; an aggrandized detainee.

In three proper pieces, breathing spiff in the fog,

split flat on the soil,  in an envelope of slog,

it doesn't really matter because

nobody knows but you.

It only really matters when

the answer is ubiquitous.

A pupil to imbue

labradoritic hues

will disagree to acquiesce

and suffuse bleeding happiness.

The truth
and our souls,
for the love,
once and for all,
for our lives.
For the vanishing walls,
and telescope eyes,
inhaling peace,
exhaling sweet sighs.

no matter each skin
no matter what high
no matter your burn
no matter how dry

We are ourselves,
and we have agreed,
of the love we each hold
and grow to give,
you can take as you please.

no matter the time
for the time I would cry
no matter the rhyme
we preach and reply
no matter the thought
dancing rings 'round your head
no matter the people
speaking rhymed riddles,
they've vision gone red

Never say never,
because you are who you are
and we'll love you forever.
This heart is your heart.

A fox in the road
and two garbage cans-
at least only one
**** fills my hands.
My focus was taken
by the twisting street,
and I forgot to look
in the passenger's seat.
You see, I thought
you were a brother of mine...
however, I've misread
'one way' signs.
Home by 8
and through the door by 10,
I crashed, unsound,
right about then.
So, I guess I'm now stuck
in a two way ****...
but the window is clean
and I make my own luck.
At least I could spare
the cans and the fox.
The others will
duel the crosswalks.

Sorry to disturb your peace,
though we know,
peace comes and goes.
When your room brightens white
and you notice,
it is near or there,
lingering.
When your bubbles speak in roses
and pink lotus,
you've got flowers to spare.

Thank you for disrupting the rest,
well, we know
peace is all we have left.

I knew a rogue gardener
who had a peculiar mind
and walked as if
he had never seen a kind
of flowers, fully bloomed,
for the sunshine consumed
was enough to be happy
for the world.
Roots soaked in acid rain
pump sweet life on through veins
faster than the gardener's car,
which couldn't get him very far
from brilliant potent petal potions
bursting plant like a star.
I was a super nova spinning 'round
when a garden knife cut off the sound.
Sitting in vases
in a pool of life
drinking from a filter
and watching you white
your head, shoes, and coat
although you're quite the antidote.
Digging through my secret grave
to **** the roots and fight free slaves,
quiet, growing 'neath the earth
and recognize  what life is worth,
is a duty but few will come to do;
flee the blind or pay the due.
The only difference
lies in soil stains
because for flowers and master,
flowers drink rain, eat sun rays,
and bloom again,
despite the soil on their roots
and sharp edge tools lined in soots
held by seeding hands
and a heart run with moot
points a direction
and plants a firm foot.

Today I ran the other way
and it turned out to be the best day
I've had in my life.
It may not be right,
but I know I'm not wrong,
so I'm leaving tonight,
tuning out the noise,
seeing the sights.
Good bye for
as long as it takes.

Good bye

I'm the ribbon floating on your breeze,
a ballet slipper spinning on your floor;
I'm the tobacco burning by your fire,
and the smoke slipping 'neath your door,
I'm going to dream with you
because we are tangled,
I'll want to scream with you
when your thoughts are mangled.

We are heavenly,
we are heavenly,
I'm an angel in your universe
of dreaming deities.

I'm in a room of dark
standing by your glow,
I'm in a place of light
laughing at the show,
you'll be standing at my side,
because you need my voice,
I'll be standing here
because I've had no choice.

We are heavenly,
we're in heaven, see?
I'm in your fire lane
burning as you please.

Perched on a ledge,
hidden in the hedge,
amid the rose buds,
along the water's edge,
puffing a pipe
stuffed with crops,
freshly roasting and ripe,
set like phyllo.

Spinning,
winning the stare,
moving to the bass,
inhibitions unshared.
No inhibition
in an oblivious crowd,
covered by laughter,
and masked in a cloud.

I wouldn't be surprised
if we moved past these lies
because I cannot deny
you can't always comply
with the rules of the crowd
because, it's dreamer...
in dream lived out loud.

Your olive skin and half moon grin
keep me awake tonight.
Two chocolate dots pepper your lips;
I am mesmerized as he sips.
You are smooth as we speak,
smooth as we walk,
I feel soothed on your chest
while in circles we talk.
You let me tousle your curls
knot 'gainst your head,
and I'm satisfied 'cause
I can't help it in bed.
Tell me again
I'm your nightmare, Babe,
because I know all too well
instead you want me to stay.
La boca, espanol, in my ear
are the only two tongues
I wish to hear.
So thank your God
I'll always be here,
always for you,
my Puerto Rican.

Violet smoke is in my eyes. I'm spinning, spinning in two.
Ringing screams are in my sides. I'm crying, not crying for you.
Fluttering lids when I want to sleep,
shuttering words when I want to speak,
and I know, deep inside,
not so deep,
that I want to hide.
Strings in my head pull my skin.
More uneasy to hide what's within.
It hurts to hold on, it hurts to let go,
it hurts my soul because I know
it's me.
Only me.
From beginning to end,
I'll be my best friend.
It's me. Just me.
To the demons I will tend, until the end.

I thought you were going to help me
I thought it would be alright
I thought I would be happy again
But my thoughts always fight
I thought you were the answer
to each question I asked
I thought you were a solution
to everything all messed
But I didn't think
not for one second
you would turn on me
and **** me in the ***
Now I can't stop thinking
and my thoughts are all undressed
Now my thoughts are all running
and I can't run from them at last

It isn't fair,
it's not right,
but in the end,
you can't change what you fight.

At least in the end
when I look back as a friend
I can see all that I did
and how you won't do ****...

but karma exists
so the smiles I resist
aren't premature

Hopefully you'll learn.

A little steamed girl
with little screaming fits
had a world like the sun;
the center of fiery spits.
I wonder now
if the fire still kicks
below the stacks
of ashen time ticks.
Stars like the show,
the heat, and the glow,
until the day comes
when burn fuel is low.
Shine is a burden
when shimmer is absolute,
so sparkle when you need it
and keep your spark a dilute.
Some won't smile,
most won't wink,
others won't care,
and half will blink.
After all, I've got sparkle too.
I've been saving it up,
unlike you.
Chances are,
when your world has an eye,
I'm brighter and bold,
and won't need my own sky.