August 21

Tubularly red
when it fastens our insights
and hates obstacles
even on rolling movements,
and on speeches so rehearsed.


Chorus re-visited
and schooled into a big spa,
drawing the real tides,
anticipating demons,
inhaling the most subdued.


Flickering sunlight
upon phases of free forms
enters as it leaves,
with shadows gliding swiftly
like a promise surely kept.


Multiple linens
cover faraway staples
that cement our sins
as it loosens our vices
and stacks up our rounded fears.


Quarrels unheard of
but stir up ruthless grudges
that move beyond hate
and flushes all needless words,
where manners then disappear.


Closely related
yet vastly out of tune,
a choir of beasts,
uncanny and redundant
in times so tightly shallow.


Applied grusomely
and taken slightly lighter
than afternoon reflections
at bustling speeds
and alarming altitudes.


Hammered into taste
are whistles that deny sound.
A ringing silence
that implodes with every ounce;
a defening impotence.


Raging are bullets
as the fire ceases high
and motions to dry
the whole inspired wetness
of wild, enchanted milestones.


Like littke ducklings
rising from an inching sun.
Eyes wide and thoughts deep
like the cooling infernos
sweeping hearts by the dozen.


Cluttering pattens
invade our every muscle
and cruise as solo
members of a wanted force,
tainted are the energies.


Obtuse and acute
are my lingering feelings
that spell a time full
of memories indulged on
and deposited slowly.


Of membranes in knots
so are delusions heart-felt.
They scream in frenzies,
while picking up a match
and throw it with both eyes closed.

August 9

Wearing hearts on sleeves
increases out total fears
but summons wonders
to take place without a whim
and may all things re-surface.


Rejected at first
and then we could not stomach
what seems to amaze
us as practices emerge
and new-found knowledge is gained.


We cradle the seeds
to nourish all that's been sought for
and through all the times
we find strength in each other
that lifts us amidst all strife.


The look in one's eyes
brings out the laughter unheard
and further senses
all that glows within our souls
and challenges even so.


We commit to battle
what serves us the least purpose
but they still manage
to provide discoveries
even when all have been found.


Closer to our jewels
is how we treat these moments
with head over feet
and hands in pockets so deep
that thoughts induce surrenders.


And then the days pass
while the objects remain still,
our affections change
and merge into much unknown
'til our horizons complete.


South beyond our specs
are things that pend our visions
and contain our lust
for lovers are illusions
and what remains true is love.


Black crows clawing tight
and scheming their ways up top,
dampening others
and dispensing our tears
as the goodness sweeps away.


Tenderly collide
expired fragments so light
as they wrestle now
and forfeit what clammers sight
into a tunnel mirage.

August 8

Blissfully it comes
as joining touches embrace,
and moves with the beat
of hearts that sway as it mutes
with breaths falling upon us.


Locked in certainty
when movements glide with calm sweat,
tracing the segments
of flesh that leaves none unturned
and tastes that are all absorbed.


Of courageous acts
when gazes do not depart
from looks energized,
that sense longings even still
whenever our lips shall meet.


Crazy as it soothes
out our tough exteriors
with every action
we ask for more from our eyes
as the yearned for starts to grow.


Sweetening motions
break us down in time;
the parts we expose,
a vulnerability,
speaks of more than any sound.


A beautiful plea,
a fusion unlike the past,
carefully in sync,
that more of me is revealed
with each passing encounter.


Memories evoke
much that is concealed away,
but expressed clearly
when the cravings are fulfilled
and a bond that stays alive.


Some stimulation
to set off a train of thoughts
into a frenzy.
With a lasting soft caress
that encapsulates the feel.


A release so strong,
as intimate as they come.
It paralyzes,
and yet it maintains afloat
as it comes weightlessly in.


Put my mind at ease
for all was taken care of
with no fuss or fight.
Then why must I continue
to elude all those dramas?

July 24

Put me up for sale
and you'll surely be dismissed.
The plm of my hand
holds not only what I say
but what grows with substance.


Seemingly upset
this wealth can surely get you
where you cannot fight.
A fantastic imagery
reveals when bestowed upon.


Well thought out crisis
inflames not only troubled
souls that bluntly state
their identities fiercely -
they gamble all that remains.


Clear cut as the knife
that slices off obstacles
and mercily keeps
the matters of relevance
while spreading all in between.


Luckily half price
are the mysteries restored,
like the brances unfolding
fables of our time:
uncontested and fulfilled.


Paste and then erase
when answers seem to stand out.
But blinded are these
conversations with no goal,
since repetitions prevail.


Give me back old times
and I will reverse this spell.
Take off the patent
which spreads like fields of tomb stones
that soon lives to feel regret.


Tell me emphasis
on the falsehood that exists
when the shutter blinds
the slow ones while keeping up;
the chase becomes the surreal.


heaven seems like fun
when the right prospect arrives
that eventually
will claim what does not belong,
to satisfy the rule book.

July 23

A challenging start
puts those in overdrive mode.
For abilities
to gather a willing mind
runs in curves without the lines.


Piece together us
and discover you soon will
our true agendas
with ways in which we both fault
and leave courage as fatal.


A trance developed
from start to its sightful way,
making rounds to please
those who are thoroughly pressed
for when time seems to run out.


Relative meanings
define the nurtured bodies.
When soon the wind fades,
and captivate bones unturned
to result in simple times.


When we both exist
our dualities combine
and form a reference
that proves to be in the range
as it hushes all others.

July 22

Funnels from above
distinguish the black from white.
Candidly it fills
with time it regenerates
into a cyclic tunnel.


Growing like tulips
it drives without a limit.
As clear cut as day,
a load just penetrates deep
and journeys as it warns, "Stop!"


Timidly but frank,
the words spew out on demand.
A sanctuary;
symphonies fully coloured,
generated by default.


Literary keys
knit together to form whole
and fragmented lives.
With roads like phases,
diverge and divert closeness.


Twitching at the form,
it stirs even when untouched,
and takes the practice
when proned to fail at first try,
until it releases breadth.


Taking a step down
submits the self to think.
Owing what we choose
and conduct what's overdue,
when daylight collides with night.


Consider the ones
accounted for when kept near
they run the fast track,
and skip pebbles in between
as experience takes shape.


Figure and the ground
return with shadows,
to trigger distance;
summon what's best left alone,
'til the day he steps back home.


Green to an auburn
speaks to me like a sweet dream.
Fetching somewhere close,
slowly it relates to my
underlying passion to sense.


Reciting old flames
once carried far and so wide.
Travels to strangers
emit a misguided love,
crushing boundaries thus far.


An impact in view,
developed in mighty strands
the want to erase
overpowers the keeners
and leaves those inhibited.

July 21

Obsession these days
permit more airways to shrill.
From stunning backdrops,
they keep circles from henceforth,
morally beyond our grasp.


Switched for a decade
candle-lit and embarrassed.
In sync we struggle,
yet striving to maintain hide
for crossfires dig so deep.


Clearly out of sight
with eyes so steady it moves.
Swinging 'til it hurts
and reacts with broad motions,
through smiles in spite of it all.


Unmeasurable,
choosing squid-like maneuvers.
In vain they words flow,
"How is this done?" they shall ask,
mending underneath the cracks.


Debts paid out 'til dawn,
intertwined in each segment,
satisfies our cues.
When seen to live through the storm,
aligned when connected still.


Cased and once detached,
from pathways pierce through,
appoint only strong
when standing barefoot alone.
What gives is still in the well.


Cruising in control,
submission from behind glass,
wickedly we pose.
Cannonize what crawls with speed,
staring with full-blown contempt.

July 20

Driving the beauty,
where scenes entice the clearing.
Slightly grasping fear;
buried is the rejected
that sees only imagined.


Ravished to the core,
controlling the vast hunger
are searches for laughs.
The raptured, the ones without,
are staring breathlessly free.


Corrosion on plane
sights to uncanny and pure,
matches our self-doubt.
So far there is no call back
to retain what's back on track.


A reality
so sweet and held untarnished,
can provide a stream
that stirs up all our questions -
simultaneous conquers.


Behave what you're told,
the truth so immense it burns
as it counteracts
the meddling only felt
amidst brutal barriers.


Closing from afar
it haunts those in agreement.
Feel what is tastes like
to be new and come re-newed.
And pursue what then enters.


Carefully recieve
a struggle wrapped in your gifts.
In traffic they show
a blossom into twilight,
a sensation dearly met.

July 19

Idolized and more
she picks at all her riches
ceasing to amaze
the over-riding message,
that swims like a school of fish.


Taking off to Mars
would indeed challenge my tact;
treading the skylights,
camping out until it snows,
it shows a window to come.


What's at stake is this:
a pitchfork slamming my sight,
so immobilized
to reach for what I enjoy
and fit rather than adjust.


Humour me for once
for I know your tendencies,
your natural strides.
Re-direct me, but lie not,
for my views of you shall stay.


Choose me the given
when carrots dangle the choices.
All made to believe,
what's fed and recycled
to twist from sand to castles.


Stylized neatly,
presenting circles and squares.
It kills to be wrong
when subjected creations
are yet again pushed aside.


All the jazz and more
gives me more to contemplate
about such highlights,
when all displayed are the low
so what's feasible rings true.


Despeckled insides
until they disintegrate
with its own language
muffles to self in distress:
"I knew it would not turn out."


Quietly present
appears dandy wallflowers
oddly sweet they show
an array of their faucets,
proving slightly of interest.

July 17

Drenched in your lost love
uncovers decisive moulds
classic to your kind
when patterning your motives
what remains is death of mind.


What is forced on site
manipulates its figure
and displays its thoughts
while frightened they hide their masks
and soon relish the secure.


Pampered and tampered
are words never gone or stayed
meant to surpass the promised
and soothe away the killers
that perpetually intrude.


Where distinguished rise
in swamps of jealous faces
not ready to sing
as items struggle to build
but conform to established.


Rekindle the saved
When animosity rules
but as captured frames
gain respect from those who take
collectively words spoken.


The passion is there
scouring the purple rose
denied for its ways
to decipher the most yearned
to tackle what has been done.


Finding the rhythm
to speculate the living.
the live and the mocked
pursuing the sound unheard
to crusade in the distance.


One mention of this
has redelivered standing
it's so deafening
this accumulation lies
and breathes you while you're asleep.


This turnaround town
missles and mountains aflow
white seeps in skin deep
as Earth corrupted by black
summons in the right of way.


Pavement visible
to lock in strong ambitions
infused like the Sun
guided by terrorized years
famished, but absorb no more.


Weary from the wealth
is a signal from the proud
a landscape so filled
but with actions unforseen
pressing the limits contained.


I shrivel up weak
to stay composed as allowed
while running from eyes
are tears inching its way down
when secrets are yells goodbye.

July 13

A resolution
Speaking of the deserted
comforting to know
mutual endings exist
or beginnings to no end.


Curiosity
overdue apologies
nagging inner voice
reolving since time stood skill
and in came the waited save.


Cold and out of touch
mixed sounds prayed in directions
gathered to the side,
trouble entering the cave
noticing the bypassers.


Among the memories
directly changes the thoughts
missing what has come
to alter what succeds it
in endless, merging circles.


Suffocating red
willing but unwanted here
receiving headaches
cured not by voice but by words
Evoke feelings to unleash.

July 11

Juicy bits to taste
time crawling only too fast
mediately so
engaging in the worthwhile
justifies the meaning of


Fever from this air
absorbs only our senses
to surrender such
unbelievable pieces
cemented from head to toe


A mess awaiting,
from tunnels it piles up high
intersecting these
mysterious ways we see
from angles to our angels.


Facing rounds of reason,
clean streaks that mistake our souls
for what they displace
unabling awareness
to reach the peak of belief.


We sanitize it
convinced of our approval
dancing from hilltops
waving lengths gliding below
correct in retrospect.


They are glued down flat
submerged from bubbled gravel
teased Ann manuevoured
over foreign terrains
where love dumps to deepen soils.


Superior now
swiftly is herarchy.
Capabilities,
collide with uncertain men
unresolved might war games.


Patterning the norm
bewildered by precise means;
our understanding
that measures and moderates
what is dealt under the skin.


Fully masked and clothed
overwhemling screams of lacked
emotions unmet
and desired to fulfill
for silhouettes they become.


Glass mural sunbeams
creates a soft impression
blending the surface
to define coloured structures
strongly blown to such great heights.


Minute specks of life
synchronizing the burning fuel
crazy and discrete
they motion toward the clear
running 'til they dissipate.


Fast is push and drive
The warningis so pungent
That what fools is just
the figment of happy times
sewn into cells that remain.


The darkest of skies,
we try to forget its fade
while pursuing it
we let on doubts that surface
between the purple channels.


Furiously shaking,
and tumbling from side to side,
gracefully in tact
when placed bountifully in sync
that parallels each morning.

July 10

noises invading
thunderous and consuming
filling up my eyes
drowns out flashing light and sound
while billowing clouds subside


tangerine and blue
instantly struck by metal
tender to the touch
flesh entwined in flesh of yours
comforts to obsurd extents.


Differences they make
fluorescently they glisten
around they surround
cruising in and out of the mind
circling and trapped, but free.


Pushing and pulling
distant tunes in the background
subtle shades around
close eyes for transmitting thoughts
but bouncing back to the real