The weight of worries on our brows we wear As though the world under our feet twists we fear, Time through space stretches unquestioned, unquestioning, It waits not for any plans of ours to complete.
Fortunes, fame, and power we chase in days numbered, Oh’, we own none of the illusions our senses feel. And we feel time stealing all in mortal silence, Fate’s inevitability, Oh’, none in any way can cheat.
Live as if time and space do not exist, Find in laughter the rhythm to dance in Spring’s warmth, Let freedom be the best friend, not the enemy feared. As none escapes this world of mortality, no matter how they try.
That thought deep in my mind I carried as days passed, And that face, her peace-filled eyes, and smile of autumn warmth, Filled through veins a feeling in youthful days I abandoned, Ah’, the arrival of love outgunned the arrival of spring.
Mortality may bury flesh, veins, and bones but not memories, When time itself falls victim to the inevitable fate, The wilderness of nothing still will echo the beat of my heart, That echoes the whispers of my love for her from God I earned.
The rage of the winter calmed, And the gathered storm whithered Dreams of life from far away sang, As gloom from mind into darkness of night, blended.
How soon, how soon will you reach my mind, Oh’ the empty throne in soul filled With the sorrows of my yesteryears, How soon will you invade the castles of my Romantic life?
Rivers waited for the melting frost, Leafless branches ready to sprout, Legs prepared to embark on paths unpaved, That missing smile of acceptance may leave me astray.
Realities of life from all around screamed, The world all in it, never ever listened, Oh’, dear, the dearest of them all don’t be lost, In the wilderness of this illusion of time and space.
Every man deserves a chance to be loved, Even the vultures closed their eyes to pain-filled life, Loveless galloped like hungry wild horses in the desert. Invade and capture the love of a Lonely man.
The thickened air blew from up north, And whirl around the mid-west sunlight, Wonders felt in the freezing mist, And the poet woke from a peaceful dream.
You are a reality far from anything I know, Still, our laughs rhymed as we shared our fun, Romance in waking moments will not sleep, And the poet found his muse in those eyes.
The frozen tundra was pure and bright, My days and nights I spent with you in view, When eyes I closed still craved that sight, Of days where every dream of mine is you.
Similar and prettier smile I may have seen, But my heart danced to the tunes you sang, No other smile can bring me such glad thoughts, Oh’ my love, my dearest feelings of mine.
Flutter around for a wonderful dream fulfillment with her.
Why wait, why wait, O’ Time why wait for showers, Showers of blessings upon Earth you may lay, And let the seeds of compassion sprout, Why wait for the spread of spring?
And time couldn’t stop the fall of rain, As those rains wiped the tears away, Those little tears drop from her eyes, Ah’, that little girl watched by time.
Abandoned by the ones God trusted her with, Ignored by those who must care, Heart of that girl by the pain of life squeezed, And nature wiped her tears with rain.
The past I searched and all unknown remained, Those old times took a pledge of silence, Oh’, lucky stars, rulers of zodiacs speak now, I said, And they blinked and blinked until daybreak.
When Sun broke through the dark and sailed, From between the falling raindrops came, Beauty of the rain, ah’, no image I can draw described, Every drop fell, gave an image of an Angel in soul.
And with an angelic voice to my soul spoke. “Dare not pity the fate of her in this world, For she survived the pressures of this mean world, You ever seen a wild rose grown in the middle of woods?”
“Before budding all that is needed sucked out by weeds, When sprouting, attacked from all sides by many creatures, When bloomed cut mercilessly and expressed as fake love, Then when fake love with windblown, abandoned in trash.”
Such was the life she lived, squeezed by parents for perfection, Disciplined by teachers, bullied by fake friends and Ah’, Motherless she grew, unguided with a yearning, To be understood, accepted and in all its truth loved.”
And to that voice I asked, “Oh’, Angel, tell me more, How she loves to be loved, how to wipe away those tears, What brings her happiness and what makes her angry? How to give her strength, morally, spiritually, physically?”.
And every drop of rain that fell on me spoke in one voice, “I am no angel, I am no unearthly creature but a manifestation, Of her yearning for maternal love whom she lost in tragedy, Oh’, human cruelty and obsession killed a pure soul,
From that shock never ever that little soul recovered, Then came the soulless cruelty from the ones she cared, Her father’s crime through every action of her they saw, Mirages they recognized not and her tears they mocked.
Years and years of mockery and neglect in her weaved, The purity of love through her mother she learned, Such purity in worldly ways none can understand, And I became her constant companion with the one God gave*.
When mockery and neglect evolved into near violation, From those she never expected such cruelty, The world through beauty and charms perfectly covered, Character and behavior of those cruel minds.”.
Rains left, the voices stopped, the wetlands lay, Like a defeated army, all scattered but in prayers, For a soul so with kindness filled and with gratitude lived, A poet looked through his searches to find such a soul.
Once more he wrote; the wild world, the wicked world, Through digital magnificence, she came to that world In her eyes he saw, that yearning, to love and to be loved, Curiosity of generations passed and yet to come sparkled.
Realities of life bound both, so as friends they stayed, As romance filled the air, poetry filled the souls, The poet stood up in respect at the kindness she gave, When bowing away still felt a flame, she eternally lit in his soul.
The phantoms of life, Ah’, they danced with us, Between us, now they possessed the mind of yours, The once-fascinated love upon me you showered, Oh, you washed those colors away still you smiled.
In the folds of my heart, you, I kept, the essence of mine, I served to keep you sane, to sprout your happiness, Now from the folds of my heart, I let you go myself, Paths of ours, once flower-filled, broken, and potholes filled.
Replaced you in all my senses with faces and scents of others, No more I check the times, no more I check my phone, To see messages you sent, still inside, a thirst remains, For a chance, when through showers I walk, to meet in shade.
No shade in the scorching sun, nor the pounding rains, No cloaks when snow fell and frost covered eyelashes, The folds of my heart ached for the emptiness felt, Still, I let you go myself, into the farthest miles of memories.
The seasons sailed unopposed through frantic winds, The rains of the summer warmth drooled like sweat, The winds shook the branches and dead fell the leaves, The northern wind to us brought the polar freeze.
Raised my hands, before the sprouting of the first flare, Of a sun who bathed in the night in the winter pools, Through my mind’s eyes, I saw nothing, through my ears, I heard nothing, through my nose I smelt a fragrance unknown.
Forgiveness of the past, betterment of the present, guidance, Into the unknown future; Oh’, for all I pleaded, When senses became warm in the frozen mid-west plains, I knew I was heard, from far beyond, the unimaginable.
The warmth is the acceptance of my tears-filled prayer.
Life in light started spreading pretty wings, Featherless they fluttered and air danced, Wonderful thoughts they conceived, And images that in unison from soul spoke, Unleash the fires of passions mind told, Let them rage and burn, fierce and bold, For too long have you been held back, By the chains of doubt and fear you lacked.
Break away the thorns-filled chains that bind, The hands and legs that once defined, Your every move, your dreams, your every thought, It’s time to break free from the ties you’ve wrought.
Find ways to blast away the walls unseen, That holds you back, that makes you lean, On the crutch of worldly comfort and safety, Time has come to step out, be wild and crazy.
Oh’ the rejuvenated love-filled soul rebuilt, With each step forward, every heart-felt tilt, You’ll find the strength to rebuild your castle, And rise from the ashes of every lost battle.
For one loss does not define you, It’s but a step on the journey through, So unleash the fires of passions mind told, And break free from the chains that hold.
In the search for attention, we lose ourselves, Desperate for validation, the constant craving, Seeking a spot we lose our truth and evolve, Into someone else, we ourselves eventually forget.
But the simple life, unbothered and free, Living a world with souls thinking alike, Happiness is in the peace of life one can muster, In dreams shared, actions cared and tears wiped.
Bad choices we may make, may blame others too, Depression, addiction, and insecurity ensue, A positive side there is, we often miss, It’s up to us to choose and find inner bliss.
Many mistakes I made, in those times, felt so low, Wrote my mind, shared my thoughts, all helped me grow, Strange one may think, but it’s my saving grace, A place to escape, and find my own pace,
Forgiveness I sought and empty-handed I sat, Life I felt slipping into a dimension I know not, A realization in the depth of my soul I felt, Forgiving myself and all I blame is the first step,
To be forgiven in this world and hereafter, And meaningful became every thought, Every thought gave a new reason to breathe, The world looked at my empty hands and laughed.
Oh’, they know not that nothing are the five senses, We possess as they are with nastiness filled, When cleansed all I found were the purity, No mocking will ever find and peace filled my innocence.
So forgive yourself, and find your own way Positives is in forgiveness sought, will help you stay And though we may stumble, we must always find A path to peace, and regain a calm state of mind.
No matter how deep, an apology is a dance of sorts, A step-by-step process in sincerity to make amends, Yet so often by the wild humanity misunderstood, As if it’s a well-set trap to catch our friends.
Flesh and blood humans stumble and falter along the way, Trying hard and our best to make things right, But the wild and wicked world is quick to judge and say, That we are the ones in the wrong, not right.
The fabrications Ah’, a fatal blow to a romance, When one can’t see and feel the effort put forth, And instead, they conspire and choose to enhance, The idea, that the one apologizing is of no worth.
But a heartfelt apology is not just a sentence, It’s the steps taken to make things right, It’s a promise to change and a willingness, To work on the problem, day and night.
So let’s not be quick to judge, Or dismiss those who try to make things right, For an apology is a long and strong bridge, Deep into a love-filled future that’s full of light.
Wrote and thought and left what I wrote, Days passed and the rhymes from my mind I lost, Still, some words spoken that cut deep and brought, Pain I suffered and mind wandered in an empty coast.
Somewhere the imperfections of thoughts or just words, Or my heart’s desires lost ways in passions unholy, Or in the magnificence of the illusion, her ways she lost, And regrets abandoned that mind into a world of folly.
I waited for the blooming spring to come With hopes of sprouting warmth and love I dreamed of the dancing flowers in the sun And birdsongs spreading through air from above
But then the rebounding winter snow began to fall, Flurries in the air and all over land danced, The stunned sprouts tried to find a rhythm to dance, And they all fell in the cold and weight of the snow.
The fallen snow stuck together and froze, And chilled my spirit and flesh to the bone It covered all the sprouting buds and leaves And left me in the dark and cold and alone
The snow was like your fantastic promises So beautiful in words and actions bright But soon they all melted in my bare hands And harsh realities turned to tears of white
You said you loved me like the pretty spring But you were like the rebounding winter snow You came with songs and went muted so suddenly And in the deepest dark left me with no glow
Now I’m stuck in frozen winter’s grip With nothing but shivering regrets I wish I never saw the paleness of snow Or passed as a victim of your love you ever met.
