I was late in everything today. There are those days when nothing really works as mind don’t process the present but stay way back. Yeah, this is one of those days. Towards the end of the day I pulled out this poem. Even though it was copyrighted to be here, I thought I may never post this poem in public. The substance of this poem is very personal. A person who is strange to me will not understand the depth of sadness I need to undergo and how much of it I needed to erase to bring out what came out of it. Love is a monster I should have never waked. But what the hell, it all happened at the wrong time with the wrong person and in the most unrealistic ways.
I said….mmmm the “F” bomb hehehe
Then I said, no one cares, so what the hell, post the poem. Some day in some way some unfortunate person is going to find a connection. Then my love will rest in peace.
Have a great evening everyone.
A Step To Tomorrow.
Oh’ about every object of beauty I wrote,
As the beauty of every creation of God gave,
A feeling in my senses took no shape,
But every time one of my senses the feeling touched,
Upon my face the feeling spread a smile.
The drag net of life all around dragged,
Like an elusive squid Oh’ again and again I slipped,
Life into the darkest depths of unknown took,
Oh’ even then into the depths of my mind touched,
A feeling that in the insights of mine sprouted,
A million blooming flowers in a never ending garden.
Oh through that garden many times I walked,
Into the depths of life’s unknown many times I swam,
Over the rainbows many times I ran,
And birds of many colors this whistling poet stalked,
As every possible imaginations decades brought,
Oh through it all one by one I went,
Ah’ I lost the feeling or the feeling abandoned me I know not.
The summer wind blew from west and then to every corner flew,
The rays of sun brought heat beneath skin that boiled the blood,
Stars at night faded in the dust devils that went up high,
The wrath of mother nature in the early morning calmed,
As drizzles from above cooled the earth deep inside,
And mind in the smell of new born dust sizzled,
And ears in the sounds of thunder opened more,
Sun in the color of the cooled down blood rose,
And the union of all these beauties danced,
Oh’ I my prayers from whispers to screams evolved,
All went quite, no smell of dust, in the heat of sun, skin burned,
Then mind to soul whispered,
“The past can only echo a long lost voice,
History means nothing to the future,
Gather the present, walk to morrows”.
One last time to the long lost voice I listened,
One last time the page of history I turned,
And the lessons to the future I take,
A smile upon my face sprouted,
When closing the pages of my past with your images filled,
That long lost feeling filled every corner of mine.
lonely poet this is an amazing piece; there are so many beautiful lines I can’t pick a favorite. You have such a way with words that transcends to the soul, such inspiration you exude…bravo my friend, bravo!!!
hugs,
sage
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