Take what you need, leave what you want.
Life's a work of art, sharpen your pencil to draw your dreams out. Never use the pencil of blunt.

Why waste much time throwing Dreams out the window, expected for someone to catch them.
Why hold onto cold emptiness instead,  if the dreams are real to you hold tightly, grab them, latch them.

Let me draw you some piece to Truth.
Everybody is the genius in their own sense. Born with it all just often lost when you be a typical youth.

Try harder till it becomes your best,
draw out the creativity of your mind and heart so you stand out of the rest.
We all living a scary same life, just different demons,
rubbing the beauty of what we create, no longer dreaming.
Yet the artist would face much criticism.
Many take one's own dreams to be nothing but memory bubbles, traveling round The Truth. Much tourism.

But that's the pain though,
hate still the same though.
The greatest greed can be the fame though,
you could hate the picture I draw, think I'm insane though.

But I'll draw out what The Creator put in me to let out.
If it offends I apologize but I'll go all out.

I want to take you there
Trees and bee hives
Lakes and frogs
And even one ******
Circle in the woods
Campfire in the ground
Thin streets of colonial towns
Five inch panes of glass
Mosaic for windows
Creaky pewed churches
Groaning under the weight of
Thousands of prayers
Streams
The peeking rock
Just above the water line
Bubbles past
Rock remains
Birds land
Thankful for a spot
In the middle of the action
Tiny fish collect in the shadow
Hiding from the sun
And everything
Lowest on the food chain
Beneath the rock
Safe remain
Highest on the chain
Above the rock
Sit on top
Eating picnic lunch
Jumping off
The rock is the make out spot
Plenty in town will confess
The rock was the spot of their first kiss

there is only dreams
and illusive delusional imagery
i want to see only clear white screens
nothing can stop what’s coming
if you speak
say it straight and
clear as ice cubes
you can make it so
abundance is what you are
beauty arises from your form
your being is drenched in peace
joy bubbles from your inner essence
you’re not any more or less
than you ever were
Ha – la – ya ya ha
all fun and joyous play
full of games you never allowed yourself to play
play with building blocks of
loving kindness and tender mercies
***** only skyscrapers of peaceful bliss
you awaken to find the self
you always knew
but thought was lost
right at home
oh heaven!
this bluest translucent heaven!
how could I ever ask for more

Oh Mermaid and Merman
I have seen you in my dreams
Your tails are bright and beautiful
Dazzling like two shiny sunbeams

Do you swim and intertwine in the mystique fathoms below
casting little bubbles to the surface as you blow

Will you be married in the moonlight underneath the pretty twinkly stars
Will your carriages have six white seahorses pulling
You both in Rolls-Royce seacars

Oh Mr and Mrs Mermaids
I know this is all true
I watched you take Miss Mermaid’s hand
I heard you saying  “I do”

There was lots of other Mermaids
Of every shape and size
I peeped inside your banquet
I could hardly believe my eyes

You were all sitting at a big oak table
With Mermaids on chairs at either side
But you Mr Merman were sitting opposite your Mermaid bride

She looked very stunning
With her diamond studded veil
Her sequinned dress was so long
It covered all her tail

I didn’t want to leave you all
You partied allnight long
But my Mammy was telling me
To get up or I’d get wrong

You see I had to go to school
That’s what us humans do
So I woke up from my dream
Even though I didn’t want to

Oh how I wish I was a Mermaid
Swimming in the deep blue brine
Then I could play with your Mermaid children
They would be best friends of mine

The kettle is trying desperately to boil more water than it can hold, 1.7 liters,

it vibrates the table with its monotone groan.

Sixca says the flowers in the square vase are real, she touches their petals and says you can tell

because they’re wilted, they smell.

The coastline is vast— we are thumbtacks on the rocky hills, our lines cast out to sea. Sinking an anchor is an act of trust,

we believe the anchor will find the seafloor each time with the same length of rope let down.

The kraken will sleep, until he is awoken with fire.

There are wolf spiders perched atop the red seas of Wisconsin.

The kidney beans are the same color as the beets, but the beans do not bleed.

The cat’s back was greasy, brown-red; the harbor cat was not hungry in July.

I burnt my window screen with a blue candle split in two, its pieces held together in my palm.

I saw a sign that said Name it, they’ll do it — princess, robin, hello, cat, sugar, skull.

The stars do not boil in the St Paul airspace. The moon is bright and full. Photos can find my face, but ‘moon’ in the search bar yields nothing.

The kraken will die upon the water’s surface.

The love is intertwined with the horror, forever.

One might propagate pothos in glass, so as to see the white-yellow roots curl outwards, larger and swarming underwater.

Little bubbles form at the top of the kettle and now they soar rapidly towards its plastic cover, hissing.

Nothing smaller than your fist should be recycled.

Belting hot breath into cold atmosphere
Where still molecules grasp in delight at my warm wet offering
Ecstatic in its heat and vibrating wavelength
Attempted vibrato
Soft winter hues vibrant under a thin sheet of frost
Timid in their pause or perhaps effervescent vibrant just unnoticed
Lending inspiration to my animalistic undying expression
Magnetizing the door of inspiration slamming open
Whooshing out
Up and out up and out
Effervescent bubbles surface to my skin
Pop pop popping
Hair standing on end
Tingles from cervical spine to elbows to ribs
Racing roots down my bones fast and satisfying
Goosebumps and ******* unable to soften
Sharp. Cold. Bold. ******. Blissful. Loud baby
LOUD
Winter purple hues
Against pale sky and pale evergreens
Heat in my heart
Stoked by the fire of winter
Subtlety offering expression and visibility up to me

Our whole life,Raj is an ongoing struggle,
Don't be afraid of rain drops and bubbles

I salted the *** until it screamed,  
Angel hair writhing into
jellyfish tangles, threads of
sea anemone twisting kitchens
into aquamarine mausoleums,
inverted zoology splashes
against the stovetop.  
Spine cracks, brittle coral peeled,
Shedding like skin I never wore,
Bubbles blur, steam whispers
I never needed it anyway,  
wet dreams boiling over
in the saltwater womb.
Weight of bone shrugged off,
the burden of standing-
became something soft,
Wax-melt back, fluid as water,
I dive deep-
Monkey crawling back to sea,
Beneath the waves
descent into salt and fire,
madness seasoning the soup.
inky kisses like forgotten sins,
brushing against soft lights lost in the deep,
Bone-trade freedom,
Wave-crash lullaby,
Saltwater womb rebirth-
Spine-less, floating, free,
another dream lost in the soup of the sea.

Pale colour
Agony and anguish
Reacting and rebelling
Earthing cries
Vaporising tears in sky
To find a place to sigh
for sleepless nights
For dark circles drawn under eyes
For all rumours around
For what had lost
telling stories
Cool air above and air bubbles
Turns the salty vapours into
soft ice flakes
to come down to spread white sheet on the land of heart
Slows down all emotions and normalise the blue sky

Nothing is suffered nor has reached!
Yet, Human strains are traded fancy bubbles of love's vapoured devotion as in reality, 'their backbones' are already broken...with 'caution'.
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At this point I’m sure I’ll forever be on the mend.
Waiting for the best thing that happened to end.

A billion years from now,
I’ll still be yours.
Just like it is right now,
I belong where you.
I’ll continue to ******* lowlifes in the comment section.
I’ll glorify your harshness long as I got a heart that beats.
All this love I’ve to give.
Swear it came out of the blue.
Whatever comes, I’ll be here.
Dreaming of having you.

At this point I’m sure I’ll never find happiness elsewhere.
All I’ve ever wanted was to live in the embrace of your haven.

Venice, scoop me up and lift me up before the waves pull me under.
Cover me in sunburns and wash me ashore to the beach birds’ flutter.
I swear it all came outta the Pacific’s blue.
Long as I have a mouth to speak, I’ll continue to babble about you.
I swear it all comes down to becoming one with you.
Long as I have a heart to love, I’ll continue to adore you too.

A billion years from now, I’ll have sunk in the waters by the continental shelf.
But in my lifetime I’ll carve swans in hedges with metal shears, sunglasses I picked up at 7/11 in South San Gabriel.
I really wanna talk **** ‘bout coworkers marriage problems over coffee, getting fired cause I’m hot, red hot in trouble for blowing bubbles at work.
Doing wheelies on shopping carts but during the day since none of the witnesses knows my actual name.

They say write and write till you write your future into existence.
LA, **** me into your frontier and hold me within your dominion.
I want something lasting, not everlasting.
Something I can have without having to cherish.
I had a good thing, but it ended.
And my heart, it’s since been mended.

"I can't pretend anymore!" Exclaimed a lumbering jack on a steeple
"I want to **** new people," sayeth the man who ****** old people
"I won't pretend no more!" Proclaimed a lumber jack atop a steeple
"Can I **** newer people?" Asked a ****** of ******* older people
because a welfare ***** with 3 mulatto babes is resolute to keep all
of what she's finagled from men dumped into a ruinously-deep well
Look queer-bait homosexy gay, it's The Killing starring big Sterling
Hayden as Johnny Clay with Coleen Gray as beloved girlfriend Fay
whose ready **** are what amoebae & spirochetes are to tooth decay
over the dermal denticles of a cartilaginous skate or brown whipray
through Arctic Sea currents no matter what a buck ****** might say
about his fat, white *******, smokin' crack, scarfing from a T.V. tray
while cystic bubbles through pimply skin makes pouty gigolos gray

Tiny bubbles of soap
Held fragile
by the molecules
of my existence
In moist, soapy
Fingers shielding
Against a gentle
Breeze that might
Disrupt the perfect
Harmony of atoms
Vibrations, of an
Intangible soul
Protected- to perversely
Selfish reasons- for
Who will shelter my heart
If not myself?

The answers are complicated
that doesn't mean the questions are
understanding why can be an impossible task
when it's all too easy to know

Torchbearer, you conduct your sections with such technique
dancing lights, ta chanson sombre, c'est magnifique
all bubbles in the mud cannot make a man of clay
yet on your masterful conception du mal ils sont volés
night encroaching over the border, spilling into day
la nuit sans fin sur nous, sleep you who sit and stay
pas un le malin avec les moutons, sur une perle de sueur tu pries
until even fearful perspiration in the sweltering rain is washed away.

Never on the plain level loosely gathering bubbles slightly off
Kilter a bit of a rogue,
Seemingly a kite lost flutter
Ing on ways to nowhere
And not caring
About futures or
Credit reports,
Tradition best spit out on sidewalk cafes where you order
The best chardonnay,
And get dust,
How's so ever then peeling
Off running not paying the bill,
I'd never do that, just seemingly,
Wearing my best running shoes
Loose pants,
Have you ever been looked at like you are the waiter?
Anyways, not deferred,
Nor harboring grudges colored
In no way, skin or poverty, or ambition,
The way politicians tend
To say, dole ones, the beggars,
Street urchins do touch me, as my kind and upbringing.
As one ages, and skin folds benign, along smile lines ruffages
Around mouths the white hairs
On mustache the ears getting scarred, eyes not acute to read
Prices on menus, that pause...
When you answer a question,
Along with the constant need
To visit the loo,
Men are men and women women. Grey hued slower selves
Still human.
Bless you, becomes an acquired saying to those younger faster svelte cold young babes
You just wish you could share
Your knowing.