Ivybluesummers

Crowd gazes oceans, rowdy
little dandelion mourning over milks,
spilled, unfathomably
And fiction it’s the only filth,
Dusting off truth when all gets sweet

And ivy looks good by its name
for poison mingles its hue
With roses and thorns it’s all the same,
much more disguising blue;
And summer it’s too soon, or was it
just winter that passed by April?

But arrogance plays Mary that
cries like the wind does, calling
and running just to do it again
It only plays with a word, this feeling;
It’s that little stranger on the mirror, who
wallows and makes it beautiful.

Light Shines Heavy

light shines heavy
blinded little question
that I cannot answer;
and I have to be the same,
I would, daffodil,
so darkness spills
and grasses greener, taller;
where are answers
when time already passed
but I tell you daffodil
I wont wish the lot
when you are not;
pity little dandelion,
everything’s the same;
afraid of light, darkness;
and I cant find
what I find
I cant answer
what I answer
I cant ask
what I ask;
no one knows

light shines heavy
and don’t forget
to remember me,
daffodil,
you are,
and I’m not over.

For A

Blue eyes amidst white backdrop
Lingers on the room for wires
Swallows green lush in the end
It’s hardly believable
And it’s barely convincing
That it stopped breathing
It stopped bouncing off the ground
To just stare at me again
And appreciate slavery in the hands of comfort
Of coy and white broken skin
And anonymously I tell it,
I’d miss you.

Icarus

Thursday morning it’s starting unforgettable
Sadness over thoughts
in the place that I am in;
Verses and prose no longer come hand in hand
Can’t wait to wake after sunshine

And wind up slithering voices in the head
Love is not profound but it has to offer
And as it weathers on each storm,
flying and swinging to dream ahead;
So much love and storm after everything else

Circles over fireplace on a daffodil
and it screams revelry sentimental
Gliding zenith and passing up daytime
Or do they cross the pathway salvation?

Stay happy masquerades on lonely fireplaces;
Smiling too much it breaks upon myself
In the chesterfields of discipline,
I say I do not cringe but I reek upon myself;
Love is not perfect but it has to offer
And as it strays conviction
thursday morning it’s unforgettable

Moths and butterflies cry salvation over fire
Burned down flying over breeze
Passing up resolves and losing in the end
Flying like Icarus and falling unforgettable in the end.

Snowflake 5:12

Honey plays over single dances
And I could only guess what’s for me
Chills to the given light
On a lonely camera circular

And I am waiting for myself
On an alluded snowflake yellow
Only to see Mary and Gary locking lips
On a rebellious junkie word

Toxic honey dances over the difference
It’s a little too funny
Down to last poem of the night
Withered on the fields afar

And the woman who wept
Thinks dancing is no wondrous fellow
Touching limbs and touching hips
Like unsung divinity forge

I got milk to dance over honey
Defamiliarized and I’m raising eyebrows
Keeping it all earthly safe, alive;
Would it come to you?

Honey plays irony
Over single dances again somehow
And I love you – so it’s the angry hype;
Would it dance over what you do?

Recoiled Unnoticed

How does it move so fast?
So I’m begging for oceans
and I’m crying sailboats
In the mirror and it gets too clear
It’s clear that it’s all blur
And I should’ve wasted all;
but this time
it moves too fast to make some wonder

And I take what it gives
And I learn from the world
Sway like the time
Now that it ripples too rapidly
I’m laughing rivers
and I’m silent wood and threads
To keep on begging
To keep on crying

And in the open some time,
some other way,
It wrecks upon any weather
Never was a daffodil feeling all good,
Venerable like vodka
In its own way,
Never was a daffodil born from cocoons
heeding for a sailboat on oceans
And doesn’t it move too fast,
doesn’t it mean cigars and brewers,
Venerable like vodka

Mouth it again;
No tingle, no flair like it breaks –
Almost recoiled unnoticed.

Cynical Indulgent

If my brewer can no longer serve the ego,
Dancing in the neon skies up above its daily outskirts,
I shall forfeit what the world can behold,
And it will no longer be the way it used to be,
When all of the darkness falls in my condescending –
And such as these,
When it all falls down,
I will always lurch at the tip of these words,
To savor you once more with every intellectual sonnets,
Or odes, satires and tragedies,
That even if reality is more than of lying and conviction
Rather than reality itself,
No less than, I have embraced you in my heart
I have seized you in my mind
And it will be forever now it came down upon me,
I will always look at it in my own way,
In my reeling head and in my swirling thoughts;
In this retiring place that I am in,
In this post-modern fad of repeated thoughts,
You will always linger at the realms of my wisdom,
Barging down and surging down like blood
In the veins
In the dirty streets of solitude;
And at the end of the day
When my life feels more than as empty as it seems
It will always be that way,
And actually it has always been that way –
And the catch no longer surprises me,
For the end of the story is always the same,
Sad, lonely, desperate,
Desolate and empty;
For the end of each verse is always the same,
Sad, lonely, desperate,
Desolate and empty.

Capricorn Boy

Raw Capricorn boy
Gone with the sleep
Awake by rage
Torn with scorn

Still in its pondering
Windstorm by cigarettes
Restless by caffeine
And over and over again

He dashed off of noir
The manuscript he flipped
Hostilities are waged
Forever forlorn

Too much understanding
Its loss and conquest
In existence for wane
The love is in chain

Notwithstanding
I’m wandering
I’m still wondering...