Sam… you are in my prayers as always. If you read this let me know how you feel. I hope you feel well enough to write some poems.
She said in a post that she miss writing poems because of the horrible headache she have.
Ariel said she too have headaches mmm You too are in my prayers Ariel. Get well soon. I wonder why my favorite poets are all having headaches. Am I really causing all these headaches with my comments??
Wonderful couple of days I’ve had. My sinus is fine. I relaxed listening to my favorite music, and a lot of thoughts going behind my cheerfulness. Haha. I may be the only the one alive who is thinking why I am feeling good. All those things that made me sad last week remains as is. Nothing new happened. All the things that can make me happy did not happened at all. I know why I feel good. Because I zyphyrd(zeroed out, in other words I am empty) sounds not good. But I am feeling good about it. It is like paying off a big debt without any savings.
I am erratic so I just don’t know what I will do next. I am a free man. Free of thoughts, free of dreams, free of love. There is a poem in my head, I will write it in the coming days. But this is not a day for writing a poem like that. This day is for that little boy who called himself Cuckoo’s friend and whistled a wonderful tune a long time back.
Here is a poem for you all.
The Cuckoo’s Friend.
I’ve heard the cuckoo sing,
What the wind said about the mind,
“In a valley amid snow capped mounts,
Where the gardens always is filled,
With flowers that never dies,
Where a dancer always dances,
To the beat of the heart that follows her footsteps,
Filling the inner walls of the mind.”
That in turn fills every corner of me,
Peace and harmony unheard to mankind.
A dreamer who walked out of a dream,
A walker who fell and crawled,
A lover who loved, loving and forever will love,
Listening to the friendly cuckoo who don’t look at me,
But keeps on singing what always keeps my mind at peace.
Don’t miss the Elton John show tomorrow on NBC at 8:00PM EST. His music inspired me more than any music in writing poety.
I could either be completely honest…or lie.
Honestly, I feel way worse than I did yesterday. I’ve gotten some sort of actual illness now and it’s making everything unbearable.
Hopefully…it will go away someday.
Peace and harmony unheard to mankind.
A dreamer who walked out of a dream,
A walker who fell and crawled,
A lover who loved, loving and forever will love,
Listening to the friendly cuckoo who don’t look at me,
But keeps on singing what always keeps my mind at peace
I like that. It says something to me. Thank you, peace.
-Pilgrim of Truth
omg you are good. thanks for the comment and the subscription!! and of course i will check back regulary and subscribe, because, well, you are awesome.
x3333 emilyyy
great poem. luckily I’m not sick, at least not yet!
It’s important to allow yourself to plenty of rest. Rest your mind, rest your spirit, rest your heart. After resting…wake up and feel alive. Wake up and live your life refreshed.
(Quote by “Kimmie” Underwood) 12-12-05 Written for Riaz~
With all my love~
We are never truly free though are we? The dreams haunt us even when we don’t wish them too…
Your words are as wonderful as always. Take care and thanks for your sweet comments.
*hugs*
±TBR±
“A dreamer who walked out of a dream,
A lover who loved, loving and forever will love”
Amazing..once again, very good poem..
Have a good day.
God Bless..
— Rachel
Elton John….yes!
I wish your sick friend health for her future…talk to you soon sweet Riaz~ Kimmie*
nice to know I’m being watched…
Hi. I’ve missed your words. I’ve been away for a while. Thanks for checking on me, I’m okay. I will try to catch up on your postings soon. Take care. ~Steph
Hi again. This poem is very inspiring and magical. I love that “dreamer who walked out of a dream”. Happiness is like that sometimes. Wishing you a great day. 🙂
this made me cry…
[yet i’m not sure why]
<3
I’m like that too…when everyday gets too much I zone out and sometimes can’t put feelings from it to words. So, lik eyou I find comfort in reverie of what wa yesterday. It’s therapeutic plus puts you in a much needed different place. The first stanza especially struck me for I think we all search endlessly for the garden that stays full of life & the flower that never dies. But what we need to try to remind ourselves is that it’s the journey we need to take heed of…not always the actual finding. Nite!