The Venom To Which I am Addicted

The Venom To Which I am Addicted

Read all that I have written,
In the blasting summer storms,
Speak to your mind and once more ask,
Will you ever feel love in the way I loved you?

Burn up the sheets of my love,
Bury the ashes, float away the dreams,
The fires of love will remain above,
And still the words the flowing water will scream.

In the depths of love there is kindness,
And innocence none will know but in passions blinded,
There are lost ways none ever ventured,
There are lost years none ever counted,
The drift between our souls, Oh’ we always felt we needed,
Yet, the love so strong with silence so tightly bound.
The gift in our hearts, each other we feel,
Oh’ from it I can’t walk away, but can you?

Life as a concrete canyon grown,
Then along with my love for you apart it fell,
The steel and stones all twisted,
The dust like the mist from a volcano blown,
And my love a venom to which I am addicted.

Again and again to my heart I pleaded,
To turn away, erase away your face,
Again and again the remaining time and space of mine filled,
With a face, a smile and the deep rooted love of yours,
I once failed to understand and accept.

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Listen to the Broken Angel song I posted earlier you will know what I mean.. Half of the song is in some Turkish. But the english part is interesting.

Broken Angel Arash ft. Helena

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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November 4, 2006 2:16 PM

One Soul

Weekend Update…

Nothing much going on in this bright, windy and cold weekend. I am still not well, but better. I have no hopes or wishes anymore. Like John Mellencamp sung, “Life Goes On, Long After The Thrill Of Living Is Gone”. I just thought I will leave one of my latest pictures in here.

This picture was taken during the Eid prayer ceremony that ended the month of Ramadhan on October 23^rd in Kansas. I am waiting for the prayers to start.

Have you ever heard anyone asking to be banned from a forum? I did, from the Academy Of American Poets discussion forum. Their workshops are a sham to poetry. When I asked to be removed from their website. You can imagine what went on for some days. They are sadists, who sit their to kill young poets poetic innovations. These old school waste don’t understand the modern day mindset. If anyone ever says they are in anyway associated with the Academy Of Poets. I will never look at their face again. As for me, I don’t care a shit about who says what, about my poetry. I know what is poetry better than anyone and if anyone want to read my poetry, read it and be enchanted, otherwise join the academy and get lost.

Here is a poem I wrote originally to be given to a girl. She is gone, gone, gone. She was a wonderful friend. I hope and pray good things will come to her and her life wherever she is will be for the better. This indeed is the greatest loss of my life. A great friend. I will write more about Alexandra, as of now, I am just too sad to write anymore.

One Soul.

Bright light in my heart filled,

When pleasant thoughts in meditations found,

And with a cheerful smile,

To you I come.

The glory of mind in my search filled,

The glow of life in my senses filled,

And with that glow in my soul,

To you I come.

The veil of the morning lifted,

When your face I saw,

And the brightness I gathered,

In every meaning fulfilled,

When to you I come.

The noon time sun bowed,

When in your thoughts at sky I looked,

And the glory of you in every sense filled,

When to you I come.

New meanings of gladness I found,

When upon your eyes I looked,

That precious soul to mine every time spoke,

When to you I come.

Gladness in every way you define,

But to my eyes you look,

And seek the completeness of your joy,

When to you I come.

In the glory of love to each other dissolve,

The material passions in each other we kept,

But forever exists only one soul,

As our souls merged as one in romance and love.

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