Doses

Your smile is
My idea of perfect
So I keep it alive
To survive a world where

Everyone else thinks perfect is fable

Fire We Made

We burnt the wrong
End of our match
Watched our bodies burn
As we butt heads

Trying to spark a flame instead of fire

Windows down

I can't tell you
That today I noticed
The scent you wore was different
Yet it was more familiar than my own

But I can never tell you what I know

Substance

Science describes
When the soul cries out
Survival! From the deepest yearning
This it names, random mutation

Science predicts the inert but can only describe the innate

Beyond Thrill

They all keep running
Until standstill
Gasping without breathing
Come stroll with me beloved

Unless you prefer your adventures short-lived

Glimmer

May tomorrow's light
Shine against her face
Giving us a path through the dark
That we might survive the night

Let's meet on the moon waving from either side

Jai Mata Di

First time I gave something you wanted
Second time, something you needed
This year I don't have either gift in hand
So for you I've clasped them together

Hoping only that your heart stays warm without their grasp 

Charity

From the top of the mountain
You can't see the bottom
You can't hear their voices
And you certainly can't give them

A helping hand unless you descend

Empty Hands

When it all settles
You realize that unless
You are still giving handouts
There aren't any takers in sight

They want what you have not what you are

New Labour

We are not slaves
But active participants
In building our road blocks
All the while never noticing

The majestic path already paved

Restore

You can't sleep away
Your demons or the devil
But you can close your eyes
To the grimacing ill-wishers

Who want you to become one

Secretary

From this pillow
I uttered to him words
Meant for someone else
Knowing this bed was not mine

I spoke to him as I would were it not hers

My son

I saw a boy
Grow to be a man
And so on with his own
He raised the standard

And the pride of being a father

Winter Woods

They all fall to the ground
Dry up and wither
Until the snow burial
My poems will feel so dismal

Until my heart is cold enough to bury you

Late Puts

This was supposed to be
An hour reserved for making dreams
However I have traded this hour
For solemn lamentations

Before my dreams deprecate further still

Tinderellas

With each snap
She poses to cash in
On the things she never earned
For more things that she never earned

And each swipe convinces her this is fair trade

She Now Bellows

Fear not the sounds
Of my laughter in the wind
They were not sent to torment
For you once tried to love me

I just wanted you to know it worked

Backdrop

I am the dark sky
That allows the lighting
To both shine and terrify
But without her thunder

I am but peaceful and dark misery

One More Length

A glass is celebration
A second glass is splendor
But we swam through bottles
From shallow joys to deep sadness

I hope you see I taught you how to swim back

Where To Invade Next

There is a war going on, that our
Leaders are not brave enough to fight
A war that is fought without guns 
Without fists but with bare knuckles

Today our battle is to build a country worth fighting for

As it turned

She was in love
With every great poet
Every flirt, every lover,
Giver, listener, supporter, heartwarmer

Everyone she could find to thrill her more than I

The Program

A man on the brink
Will straddle the edge for miles
Measuring his virtue
Only by how far and how fast

He travels before he faces a new plunge

Septembers of Shiraz

When you are a have
It is in your best interest to be
A shining example for have nots
Lest the time comes when they have everything

Except the knowledge or desire to treat you any better

Return to sender

He sits alone
In his room looking
For ways to torment her soul
Until sleep passes near him

With dreams she sent to repay the favour

Angry Indian Goddesses

She talks too much
If she closed her mouth and thighs
She would be worthy of me
But instead she continues to trumpet on

And every word reminds me she is worth so much more

Downriver

It's not inside you

Where you'll find freedom

It feels far from here because it is

Way downriver is where you need to go 

If you're looking for some place to wash away your sins

There for me

She's the type who waits
Until you're at your lowest low
Thinking you have no choice but
To dry your tears between her thighs

I would sooner let them dry on my face for all to see

Treetop Canto

A day like today
Is too beautiful
To not write poetry
To not follow the gentle sway

From yesterday's dreams to tomorrow's

Hiso Hiso Boshi

We used to travel, our kind
Unknown worlds were our ecstasy
We would even risk death for adventure
Now all we want is everything to be near

But a star with no destination fades with the most quiet whisper

The Event

A happy nation is not at war
Just as a happy man knows no fued
When his enemy has been lovingly fed
The hungry hawk soars highest before the  strike

Comrades, revolution happens only after both parties are served

Guantanamo's Child

A boy, just a boy
Dropped into terrorism, punished by terrorism
Revenge, no revenge
By the Qur'an he sought wrath, by the Qu'ran he found mercy

Freedom, no freedom, nobody can take what he's already lost

Pearl Button

What sort of grand exam
Must we have passed for him to kayak

Such rich wet nectar adrift deep space
Blasting blessed life right across this molten rock

Certainly these empty red riverbeds suggest we have now failed 

Harvest Crunch

I understand she just can't bear this
Not because she's told me so, but because
I'm used to only the words sown beneath
Bearing any fruit, while both love and hate

Are reaped only to replace her sorrow for mine

One Breath

To truly forgive I must close
My eyes to what I've seen and
Hear only in your words the gruesome tale
Of the long journey you've travailed on blistered feet

Panting along to your toil until only one breath is heard

Gimme a break

Only in the hood, I say
Because nowhere else
Would such shared struggle
Be welcomed with such delight

Only here could you catch a squirrel on a dumpster eating a Kit Kat

A Flickering Truth

Born into an discarded lost narrative
One of lush olive trees and endless harvest
But with no trace of such wealth today in sight
And our history buried beneath this arid rubble

Is it any wonder why a lost people live only for today

The Martian

From nothing more than an idea
Matched with our innately shared will
Sprouts all of the life that sustains us
Which is why we're all in this together

When that will in any one of us is lost

Black

You shine a light
On only our darkness
That we may never share
In the innocence you've reserved

For only your crimes

Lobster

Behind these rules
Is a soul that cries out
For that eternal song we all know
And chant from behind these bars

We were made for one another, my match for life

In The Shadow of Women

I could never predict
How bitter we'd become
I, lost in your stark indifference
You, lost in my dark obsessions

Said plainly without colour we made a mess of love

--

I was always better
At knowing what I didn't want
Than knowing what I did
And only without you could I see

What I never want is to be without you

Carpal

Fear, insecurity, despair
The reason you left
Yet the reason you came
Maybe the reason you stayed

How long one holds on to sadness

Doorbell

Kinda ironic how social media
Teaches people how to hide
Behind their online masks
Losing themselves in their own shadow

Now nobody knows how to come out and play

Knew it

Where were you
When the fire was put out
Cold alone with no home tonight
Did you give a second thought

Or was your morning already planned

Master's Piece

Where were you
When the sky burst open
And lavender poured out
Onto coral rooftops

Where were you when I needed more paint

Put It Down

Don't hurt yourself
Any more than I have hurt you
Don't love yourself
Any less than I have loved you

All I want was more peace than I could give you

Branch to Branch

Terrible, terrible freedom

Underneath those vicious claws

Is the only place I've come to know

Now clutching a branch atop this timeless oak

Neither up nor down is an option for me to call home

Futurist

The dog barks
At what only he hears
Too while I write beyond
Today's blithering gentry

Who know not danger is afoot

Before The World

For the better part of an hour
She corrects herself before the mirror
Having no intent to look at herself again
Only we now can cover the missed blotches

Compliments however are only sold in sample

After Class

In adulthood too there are bullies
Often new members but of the same clan 
They seek to mend their seams by
Unstitching yours, all the while having the greater gall

To demand popularity from obscuring your spirit

Great Escape

It takes special timing
To unweave himself from
The life he was told he wanted
Searching the web how to be statistically happy

Tangled in farce he loosens the rope in a pool of distraction

Less Than Trivial

She'll do anything won't she
When blonde and breasts stop selling
Bully the bullied, spit on the spat on
Gorging on her compulsion to be talked about

I guess we'd all do anything for that Klondike Bar

Muted and Moated

Can you here me
Outside this window
Beyond the great parapet
And lastly beyond his ribs

Listen out for my thud against these walls

Fire Out There

Red skies after midnight
Means somewhere there is fighting
Close enough that soon it might be here
But I am not prepared for another

No I have not enough rations or ointment

Spin Cycle

She maligns his heart
Curving falsehoods into facts
In many subtle small pulses of fear
Changing direction as without force

Noticing not that his heart has fallen still in this spiral down

Sugar

Literally a dozen or so fat cats
And the lobbying armies they feed
Have banned the nourishment of millions
So we forage the dark expensive corners

In the hopes that we could at least eat like cavemen

Her High Park

His sandalwood brown slacks
Coupled with his generally musky aura
Held me so safely beneath these autumn branches
Suddenly the vivid colours above became clear to me

And thus emerged my peace with the fallen leaves of the old me

Unboxed

They met and at once
She saw all that she waited for
All that he would be for her
Yes all that he should be for her

And she would not let anyone unbox her prize

Suffixed For Succor

Truths are seen to be
Evidenced only by the yester-
Leaving then no real truth in hope
Nor faith, optimism or yearning

Yet onward I quest for the succulent truths of morrow 

Profiles

Her breasts half exposed
But fully consumed suddenly
Reminded me that we are all
So lonely and at a loss for ways

To self-express except by means of copy

Canto I

I have wandered here alone
To this mighty brook with onyx stones
Beset with dulcet babbles and nature's harmonies
Causing deafness to the cackles of labours and indolence

What tragedy to perform this song of angels beneath such remote verdure

Letting Go

September has been born
Out of fog as expected and required
New life is always made of such mystery
And of course of such wet conference

Yet I have held on to every last moment of yesterday