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May 17, 2010 9:31 PM

Gone By Days.

Gone By Days.

The golden feathers of a bird in the spring sunshine glittered,
Oh’ upon her soft feathers wind glided,
Alone she rested and in thoughts maybe,
About the flight when summer warmth in air dance,
And in the cold morning of the fall fly,
Through the falling leaves low,
The ones once were green and large and gave,
Shelter and cover from mother nature’s wrath.
Then about the migration paths to find,
Leaving the howling winds and the piercing frost,
When to the southern thin and warm air fly,
But nothing down south can comfort,
Like the big green leaf’s touch,
When the piercing sun rays of the late summer noon binds,
When rain down comes and upon the leaf and splash,
And under it when with soaked feathers sit,
With nudging little ones for cover squeaking,
Yet another season unfolding,
Yet another set of events to come,
So much dynamism,
So much fascination,
Yet, results of events and actions,
Same as gone by days.

November 13, 2006 3:40 PM

The Lonely Gardner.

The following poem is a test. Failing the test will have severe consequences. Read the poem very carefully, the lesson is
in the poem, there can’t be any questions, if you still have any ask me. You need to figure out what is the test by reading
this poem. I am posting this poem earlier than the test. Starting 6:00PM Eastern Time in United States Of America on
November 13^th 2006 my readers will have 24 hours to pass the test. Keep in mind asking me questions will not extend
the finishing time of the test. The test will end exactly at 6:00PM Eastern Time in United States Of America on
November 14^th 2006.

Good Luck.

This is me stitting on the edge of a fountain in front of the Eddie Bauer store in Kansas City. This picture was taken by
my brother on October 23rd 2006.

The Lonely Gardner.

The strip of barren land I own,

Upon which weeds and wild plants grew,

With creepers through land crawling,

As upwards to climb nothing they found.

With spade and scissors a long time I spent,

Cutting and cleaning and the land I ploughed,

Sowed the seeds of flowers and many roots I planted,

All in order and in order they grew.

The violets and bluebells spread through the strip,

The tulips behind them in aristocracy stood,

The roses spread pleasantness in mind with smiles of their own,

And orchids blossomed showing kaleidoscopic patterns.

Days I spent in keeping the garden bright and clean,

As eyes of mine and my minds eyes in happiness stared,

And with satisfaction of my own expression,

With smiles in the middle of the garden I stood.

Even when the garden in bright colors stood,

Onlookers from far away looked and with murmurs went,

Their eyes I can’t see as far away they were,

But none said a word as none close to me came.

Then there are those, whom I thought close to me they were,

They in silence wandered around, did they looked or not, I know not,

Mystery my mind love, but sometime many mystery hurts,

And unknowing what the world thinks about my construction,

Tired I sat, watching my own smiles fading away.

Then conscience asked why not build a wall around,

So that none will see the beauty about which none speaks,

The beauty of the garden only myself will enjoy,

That which for the world I constructed,

For my own satisfaction forever will exist.

I will grow more flowers and green smooth grass,

Forever the sight in my mind will live,

In those sights the sound of soul I will hear,

The soul of mine alone will sing in the happiness of mine.

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October 7, 2006 8:26 PM

Power Of Sadness

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Here is an offline message my brother sent me earlier today.

Guide:I welcome u all to the Niagra falls. These are the world’s largestwaterfalls & the sound intensity of the waterfall is so high, soundof even 20 supersonic planes passing can’t be heard! Now may I requestthe ladies to keep quiet so that we can hear the Niagra Falls?

Hereis a poem, I wrote last week when I heard a very good friend of my feltsad. Sadness is a very powerful feeling. As it opens up opportunitiesmaterially and opens up senses to enhance one spiritually. Once thecircle is complete not only one will feel happy and satisfied, but alsoenlightened and achieved.

Asthis poem is written for a Xanga friend. I added three more lines inthe beginning from the original version. Now I dedicate this poem toher…. This poem is for you Mo Cuishle. As it is from Xanga I wrote thispoem. It will be available exclusively on Xanga.

You all enjoy whatever remains of this weekend, Sunday and of course those who celebrate Columbus day.

Power Of Sadness.

Thoughts when weaved as dreams,

And dreams so close to reality,

But when in color and texture fades,

Heaviness of a lifetime together comes,

Ah’ every breath feels all through the body,

What thought as magic merges,

Into oblivion as mere mirages,

And emptiness inside the heart squeezes,

To find a way out but forever imprisoned.

Sadness, Oh’ the powerful feeling it is,

When with clarity every sense waits,

To gather every bit of pleasantness around,

And in celebration will make mind an oasis,

Scatter not, Oh’ soul, scatter not,

As the storm of pain will pass by,

And smiles, evergreen, upon face will blossom,

Then freed will be the emptiness,

And inside heart will fill,

Joy in dance, lightening heaviness everlastingly.