The sun came up far beyond eyesight in the east,
Clouds looked like dragons of a mythical ancient past.
Ah’ even sleep whose love in an instant I always felt,
Abandoned me and I raked memories of my recent past.
When the world woke up, got ready and started working,
Sleep that went whoring around in the night started,
Her seducing dance in through my brains and my veins,
Fantastic fantasies in unknown places, ah’ my eyelids played.
Sun and day passed me by, leaving curse words at my snoring, I heard not and cared not as when I woke up I felt, The tears of Nature through the evening she wept, Birds shaking off the rain, ah’ the sound of life filled my heart.
Night hesitated to enter as the charm of the day to me unknown,
Still played the ballet with the falling rain and whispered,
Verses of love I misunderstood as into the unknown I looked,
And asked, “Ah’ is there a dream I have not seen that matters?”.
“Is there a wonder out there that can surprise me?”,
“Is there a bit of love I have never wished for?”,
Finding answers is no longer an option for the aging,
Living the answers is the reality, ah’ this night brings.
Photo by Alice Alinari on UnsplashThe is the audio recording of the poem above. I recorded it with the simplest of the technologies with a fan running beside. I apologize to none if it is not pleasant. What you hear is what you get.
From the warm winds that swirl through roads dust rose
Mind through the unknown magic of the soul swirled,
Soul not bound by illusions of time, past, present and future,
Meaningless, as soul in you and I carry deep rooted love.
But tell me dear, my dearest the one I gave all my love,
How long will you bury time of us, in my eyes you have seen?
How long will you ignore the pulse of my heartbeat you read?
As my love became the essence of my Soul that touched yours.
From my soul, Oh’ in seasons passed took images and sprouted,
Scenes that brought into our minds dreams of romance,
Every moment so well weaved when you held my hands,
Every dream so well played but Oh’, unfortunately unfulfilled.
Those unfulfilled dreams became storms that wrecked,
Life of mine and shattered life into the depths of abyss.
Oh’ the hope every dream carried all around scattered,
Hopes filled with love of yours in days ahead may sprout.
The warm winds killed all the flowers Spring brought,
Representing the love of souls living in this world,
My soul ah’ slave of time as from past into future I crawl,
Oh’ when closing eyes into a desert; far, far I see,
A colorful flower that carries my last message of love to you.
*Dedication. – Poems are written with specific people in mind at times and are dedicated to them. When this poem is read and someone at some point enjoys the poem. That enjoyment always leads to a little blessing and the person the poem is dedicated to will receive that blessing.
I seek, I pray and I scream “Oh God Help”,
I live, I drown and in aches I again scream,
Reasons I knew at times, but mostly I know not,
Reasons of events of my past and unmoving present.
So went the blistering heat filled days into history,
When alone in my home naked and sweaty I walked,
Remembering days that wrapped me in freeze and snow,
When nothing of me to any nature made air, exposed.
Everything moved, everything moves ah’ no escapes,
As Earth itself through space moves at high speeds,
We stand, sit and sleep saying “I don’t want to move.”,
Oh’ not knowing in paused mind, we moved but life didn’t.
What all can pause mind that in turn pause life?
Oh’ questions after questions one can ask and,
Find no answers as all variable of life in the world,
Not known to all and can pause a life, pause the mind.
What questions and questions on questions one can ask,
That leaves one with no answers and unknown variables?
All of them comes from love of one form or another,
The lack of it or the abundance of it that twists and turns.
What variables be unknown to consciousness and conscience?
The ever changing world, Oh’ looks and feels the same,
The smiling faces, ah’ they hide what displeases cunningly,
All the known, ah’ even the very close then becomes unknown.
The tired man, the ever optimistic lover, Oh’, more unknown,
Love he loved lost when years passed counted to unhappiness,
Than the future happy days hand in hand spend in pleasantness,
Oh’ on that day my romantic love into her heart converged,
With a vow not to ever think about another girl in romance.
A vow every year for the rest of my life I will renew.
*Dedication. – Poems are written with specific people in mind at times and are dedicated to them. When this poem is read and someone at some point enjoys the poem. That enjoyment always leads to a little blessing and the person the poem is dedicated to will receive that blessing.
To the fading colors of Spring I asked,
“What makes you lose the colors so vividly painted,
And so wonderfully spread in the brightening Sun?”,
Spring said nothing but kept on degenerating.
To the warmth of Summer, I asked, “What you bring to me to brighten my inner sights?” The warmth kept on building and wilder, winds became, Lowered my voice and to the wind, I listened; ah’ silence.
Then I walked through the warming air,
With my mind busy making a subject to talk my soul,
Birds flew as if they can hear my mind and sang,
Tunes busy world to hear failed; my mind to ignore, failed.
As into the middle of the town, I reached, Ah’ the tune faded, town’s own tune into mind preached, And to my mind, my soul in softness spoke: “feel the vibes”. And mind protested to spoke back “Why should we?”.
Soul lost, nothing mind felt, nothing I touched,
Walk from spiritual to material collapsed as back I reached,
The solitude that found comfort in every corner of my home,
Nothing spoke, just the old fridge crying to cool unused food.
Sat on a love seat, television breaking all silence,
What went on I don’t know, what went inside I know well,
Mind and Soul finding ways to defend the loneliness,
In the end their argument took me to sleep filled boredom.
The loveless love-seat gave no love to my neck,
When pain me shook me awake ah’ I came out of a nightmare,
All that in an instant passed, but only soul spoke asking,
“Why loveless and lonely trying to feed the melancholy?”
When walking to the bed the sleepy-head answered.
“The love I loved was no mechanical accident of nature, Nor a fiction my mind wrote dipping into your color, soul, Every bit of that love came from the fantastic poetry I read, And that poetry was the love I felt from the smiles of her.”.
Soul silenced, fans turned on, pillows held my head,
And as the remaining sleep rolled over me like an ocean wave,
Somewhere from the depth of my soul a weeping prayer I heard,
“May the love you loved be the reality of us in the coming days.”.
*Dedication. – Poems are written with specific people in mind at times and are dedicated to them. When this poem is read and someone at some point enjoys the poem. That enjoyment always leads to a little blessing and the person the poem is dedicated to will receive that blessing.
We the people together eradicated,
Hunger, many diseases, and went to moon,
Many invaders, monarch and criminals we defeated,
But in the care of our own deprived and disabled we failed.
Evil needs no other address than in the mind, Of the people who turn away orphans, homeless, disabled and deprived, And with evil minds, us they divide, In the name of God, guns, and choices, Through deception and lies, corruption and crookedness, And still call this land, the land of the free. Oh’ brutality became a new mask Of the machinations of the politicians.
Join your hands and stand hand in hand, Together to find unity than differences, When I smile at you I ask not, What way in God you believe, Or at the color of your skin I stare not, Or your sexual orientation I will not ask. Yes, unity comes only in togetherness, And division fertilizes suppression.
If united we fail we will lose,
Freedom on the land and then freedom of mind,
Then the land of the free inevitably will fall,
And will become land of the unknown.
Days, O’ days stories they gather,
About every thing living and add,
To the passed by time we fancifully call,
As history; at every moment begins,
A new story for the day to write,
And in every story of the living resides,
Life of a wonderful person none can rewrite.
The fascinating fact of life, Oh’, in fate written,
Fate none knows or in perfection can predict,
That makes life a wonderful charm to live,
Ah’ Days, they wait for the fanciful acts of fate,
Where themes of stories are written and we,
The perfect blend of actors none can replace,
We laugh, we cry, we celebrate stories well written.
The beauty of life is, that in every act a choice given,
The good and the bad, the wonderful and dirty,
And in every choice we make, ah’ strengthens the theme,
Nothing in life by accident happens or by a wrong theme,
Misplaced the living or by the choice of a misguided.
Ah’ so did the living soul of mine to you, Oh’ dear,
I came, through wonderful and weird, and we met.
Then days passed through our times, dark in blank,
No stories, no theme as for you to make a choice,
Time waits, the living and everything else paused,
Oh’ dear, there are no themes beyond already written,
And the theme before you and I as we understand,
In love between our souls we both know romances,
Until you makes the choice, blank will remain the days.
Days passed by, uneventful, yet filled,
With passionate expectations of souls,
Time grouped these days as unromantic,
I called these days, stairs in a tall ladder.
When approached you, Oh’, the young soul,
You made that ladder grew many more stairs.
Earth gone far, so the Sun and Moon in orbits,
Fear all around grew about running out of stairs.
When with love from you I detached,
A sea all around me with roaring waves I felt,
Making me an Island, none knows but my heart,
And the essence of the feeling in that heart I wrote.
Everyday when you read what I write,
Ah’ one by one those stairs from above lost,
The ladder became a moving stair, a smaller one,
Do you feel the love of yourself in the verses you read?
Or do you only feel the verses as blabbering,
Of a man to himself in romance to you, unkind?
Ah’ the unkind man find no pleasantness in fear,
Fear of losing your love from the verses he writes.
The wonders of nature all around gathered,
Bringing big bales of dark cotton like clouds,
Fighting like sumo wrestlers for space and time,
Ah’ what wonderful ways storms comes and spreads.
The umbrella was not indeed a great idea in a storm, The thin sticks fighting the cold winds that whirled, The mind far away took me ahead and beyond, Then I heard a dance on top of my umbrella by big drops.
They calibrated their celebrations very well timed,
Every drop carry a word in a story to be told,
Those words got strung inside the umbrella and echoed,
To tell me about the one who boss my heart.
Morning touched her brow and to get divine thoughts, And when awake she drew the rays of Sun to her eyes, Where new dreams births like new stars in galaxies far, The newest of the dreams that birthed ah’ carried your face.
I looked up hearing the echoes and asked,
“My face? Oh’ why my face which she rejected,
From all dreams and even for me to dream?”
A thunderbolt fell right beside as if telling me to stop.
More thunders roared up in the horizons like,
Disagreeing politicians in chambers trying to fight,
For a cause so passionately, ah’ these clouds speak,
For a romance I never heard, I never knew.
The paused rain drops at much higher speed resumed,
Ah’ the new words formed to tell me about her dreams,
And how beautiful of a future that big heart weaves,
Love no poet can imagine as the best poetry is her love.
As my home I reached the songs of future days sung,
By the dancers upon my umbrella who all slowly faded,
But as I entered my little porch and tried to close the umbrella,
A wind brought a thousand soothing drops on to my face;
Kisses in dreams of the lady who bosses my heart they found.
Summer left the north racing with a bright lit sun,
Drowned my unholy dream into past never to see again,
No disappointment I took, no part of heart twitched,
Wild thoughts and fantasies with no ground to grow,
Ah’ I didn’t say another time, I loved and love unlived.
Then I found her ah’ the sweet smiling darling,
The one who can claim my heart as her own to boss,
And every day I woke and every day I lived weaving,
Dreams in which we both found simplicity of love,
Dreams we gathered in the different worlds of ours.
Different worlds of work, age, beliefs but,
The chances unfolded for us ah’ no age can boast,
And the love to be lived Oh’, gathered dust,
As questions each other for each other answer,
Took a life of their own with unreal understandings.
And times of gathering dreams are left behind.
Uniqueness of each other in which togetherness found,
Silent life between us brought thoughts of fullness,
And dreams where love just in simplicity thrived,
Oh’ they lost no colors, they lost no momentum,
They became the lamps that hides darkness of doubts.
Every dream I translate into a poem and you read,
Ah’ it is one stroke of brush in a bigger picture,
The picture were you and I and the future unites,
Dynamics of life we embrace hand in hand,
And every bit of energy shared charges our memories.
Times of making those dreams into life’s memories.
Are gathering around us, Oh’ my dearest,
They hang in every bit of our senses and unites,
In our mind where happiness, sadness, and anger,
Makes life a reality of wonders and wonderfulness.
As in each other’s souls we live and find joy,
Isn’t it time for us to unite and make each other’s soul,
The fascination of our senses to learn day by day?
Our souls are ready as you know it and I know it,
Why not let us unite hearts for us to be each other’s souls?
