I know the future

I saw my future, where i will have a change
to have a choice to change my choice
but from that choice in my dream
I chose the change to not to change the slate

I saw my future, where I lay blank and clean
of my soul and mind, i simply spin
around and around, of the timely GOD
but without time, how do i circulate

I saw my future, where I was, wasnt I
I didnt said i lied, but I did lie
in the streams of my thoughts, its far away
but i still think I felt

I saw my future, in soil and wordless trees
swinging around with tiny-tiny bees
For the honey I opened the jar
bar bar, bar, small bar, thick bar
my code, how did I forget

I saw my future, only dreaming of it
I see myself, loveless and sweet
without reaction, actions, i breath
Wait O hell, I know u will
I saw, I will be little late

Three men ski - one too many slept

White man skis, red ice slide
and the ice conjoins to the river red
surviving in cold flight
White man swims, sweat,
the cold n hot water fight

Black man ski, black in the night,
and it glows red of the moon light
Then ware wolves guide
Black man skis, still
on floating chunks, he rides

Brown man skis, red but night
as he sees, no bloody moon in sight
Cold shivers, as they hunt brides
Yawning on ice edge, exclaims
"Idiots, those penguins lied"

Last of English Roses

Way we saw it, was a revived confusion
for sake of sth, the primeval transfusion
And way we went ahead, of time n crack
of solitary crime, getting caught and back
loosing our minds, interlined disguise
lost in the mind, an intellectual choice

For what it seems, what had gotten into
and their reservoir had blown with blood,
what is it up to our guinea pig clones
Rising red and red, out of soil n mud

Which of them were true, n false in us
The color went white, yellow, calm as lotus
Shivering in beauty, the green house now closes
There lay seldom, the last of English Roses

Frozen in prints, cards for tears n joy
there will be a girl, and a real shy boy
The boy will go, from corner of his eye
on naked skin buttered, tattoo of a butterfly
Ignore the girl knowing all along
a tune of mischief, an editorial song

But he will go ahead, of fear n past
in front of her, will the time last
Kneeling down, will he recite verses
Kneeling down, only few words in verses

Girl will listens, to full heart n empty hands
the flowerless land, how will she understand
Melody of buried, love, shackles and necklaces
There lay in tomb, the last of English Roses