The Surrender.

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Ah’, one day old age may violently rip me apart,
But about that day every day, I write a new joke,
And make the world laugh and along I laugh too,
Hiding the hidden sadness with pretty smiles.

There are those who say age is just a number,
Like a grammar corrector, I tell them age is history,
A dreamless silence that forever as a constant remains,
In memories, unforgettable, understanding, and unforgiving.

Every bit of those loveless and sad memories slowly filled,
By an everlasting spring with colors and flowers filled,
Though from every flower fell the melting mist like teardrops,
They all reflected the love-filled light of your soul, Little Boss.

And never will I cry in grief for in mind filled the love-filled light,
Of your soul, through known and unknown senses conquered mine

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The Fighter II

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Days started alike, days ended alike, nights darker remained,
Hollow became the dreams that are meant to be fulfilled,
Hard became the breath that keeps the pulse in heart,
And the pulses fought hard to keep the love for you, Little Boss.

You are to me not a castaway who smiled before drowning,
You are to me an essence of a million dreams all growing,
Deep inside of you and I, love that symbolizes the feelings,
Of a millennium of springs, warm, bright, and color filled.

Every bit of creation of God we see holds a life of its own,
Life through experience that became known, many unknown,
You are to me is such an experience of many unknowns,
You are to me a monument of all knowns, Little Boss.

For in the pulse of my heart I feel the fighter who fights,
Every second of the day to repel every other feeling,
Other than the love that through the universe spreads,
That knighted fighter is you my darling, my Little Boss.

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The Fighter

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From birth till this day, very many stories I have heard,
From the day my memory spoke very many stories I told,
Those days never lost colors and into history haven’t fallen,
As the story of the fighter on every day, a word or line mind wrote.

That little fighter for every inch fought, with doubts but still fought,
Every dream well weaved and the fighter fought to fulfill each,
Failures brought mock-filled laughs and the tears held,
With the blood of vengeance tainted but still from world withheld.

Toys, and games, schools and friends, Ah’ fought for everyone,
Nothing filled the mind as an imageless shadow deep in soul grew,
Every time in the mind and soul the fighter felt a deep breath erased,
And the steps for the forward move always to face brought smiles.

College and work came faster than ever imagined,
Even after all that the battle for inches continued,
Held tears many times tore the heart and the shadow felt,
The pain and hid deep in the soul where no man can reach.

I looked in her eyes and I knew the last paragraph of the fighter’s story,
How many more battles she must fight to hold my hands I knew not,
For all I felt was the shadow in her mind found its image upon me,
And withheld tears tainted with blood of unknown vengeance she fought.

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The Torn Veil.

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The times of followed passions and rules by humans made.
Heart beat in tune with the felt love in pulses uncaringly.
Along swayed autumn flowers all set to face mother’s brutality,
As a lost migrating bird with a broken wing sang a sad song.

What dreams he saw the poet wished he could see,
For, in the world of melancholic fashions lost,
The meaning of poetry in his love for her he wrote,
As beyond senses she chirped about dreams unseen.

Mock him not, Oh’, dear as love of him so rarely seen,
And a heart so sweet like yours so rarely by any lover felt,
Such is the connection between two humans linked,
Worlds beyond our imaginations stood in prayers for you two.

Tear away the veil the worldly ways woven between you two,
And through the eyes of love look to see compassion evolve,
Into life and love filled passions that sanctifies life here and hereafter.
Listen to the song of the lost migrating bird and show him a path.

Path you see through the torn veil and the fallen walls,
Path the passed storms cleared for both of you two to walk,
Hand in hand and hearts in care of the God given love for each other,
Live this once given life with shared happiness filled with smiles and joy.

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The Pride Of The Mysterious Master

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Gladness to leave us astray tried,
Ah’, how wonderfully we loved each other to hold,
Each other floating than drown in unbearable pain,
Never will I part a thought without you in it.

Sadness to spread through our unspoken love tried,
And broke our thoughts, words, and sight of each other,
Oh’, you became the reason for all my reasons to breathe,
And every bit of pain drowned with sadness leaving me smiling.

What gathered you together to speak your mind to mine?
Ah’, the unspoken love gained the beauty of your soul and spread,
Into every ray of light of sun and stars and touched the universe,
Look above dear to see the wonderful poetry your love became.

And in pride, I smiled as always in the corner of your mind I was,
The mysterious man whom you loved through my mystic ways,
And the mastery of that mystic made you a better lover and a poet,
Who in hearts of humanity wrote poems of love the moment all saw you.

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Dreams Don’t Expire.

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Silent became the screams as voices from around spoke,
The blatant lies by a world so fashionably told,
The listeners so passionately follow as a fashion,
Ah’, every lie they believed shrunk their souls.

Didn’t I give you a chance to connect and speak?
Didn’t I give you love, from far and up close you felt?
Haven’t you felt the love of the world through me?
Haven’t you, again and again, to disconnect from me failed?

When our love story by the world spoken and heard.
Ah’, laugh they will not be joining you hand in hand,
When love denied and in front of God you kneel,
What kindness can you present to gain salvation?

So abandon not the dream you and I so unknowingly weaved,
For the world is just a road and our bodies a fashionable costume,
Time and space for us, Ah’, an unreasonable monster,
Even shunning them we know our dreams don’t expire.

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The Masked Ghosts

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The haunting winds from west swirling came,
The clashed branches like chariots sounded,
Driving through the air with no direction roamed,
Oh’, what sadness fueled these winds I thought.

Thunders screamed from way above clouds and asked,
“What do you see in the nature that surrounds you?”,
And through lightning I saw the all I knew changed,
And replied I “Change is the only constant.” and laughed.

“Oh’, change now from the past energies that made you sad,
Flames consumed life through flesh and blood for long,
They all became masked ghosts that hide deep inside you,
And that sadness became the fuel of the winds that blowhard.

Fulfill dream through acts of forgiveness, for she is young,
And the only one who loves you beyond her own life.”
Thunders failed not in the screams and flashes that spoke,
About love that hurt me and burned me and in tears bathed me.

The winds have changed, mind calmed down, thunders celebrated,
From far and for reasons unknown smiles kissed my lips adorably,
The morning from east spread through horizons and cleared,
The darkness where those masked ghosts tried to hide.

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The Wisdom Of The Fallen Pebble.

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Barefooted upon the old railroad he walked,
Through known paths, planks and overgrown moss,
Step over the step slowly through blazing sun he moved,
The shadow amazed the curious squirrel and summer flowers.

Mind of him through unfulfilled dreams wandered,
The galloping time fell back to take a breath and looked,
Some passion unknown to all to his adventure gave fuel,
Ah’, the forgotten youth woke up in his shadow and danced.

Mind of him passed through the past faster than light,
Steps laid felt a rumble underneath upon the old tracks,
Smell of ashes, fire, and grease filled the air along with sirens,
Steps never left the tracks as trains through him passed.

The paused time of present in awe for its space looked,
Nowhere it fit as past and present became an illusion,
Some train wreck that brought down the bridge stopped,
The lonely man’s dream walk upon the railroad.

The roaring river gave a new meaning about time and space,
Oh’, the unknown future flourished in the mind filled with peace,
When turning around the tiny pebble that fell into the river he looked,
Ah’, where it will go who may pick that pebble someday he thought.

Before the plunge one shiny ray the pebble gave that told,
Love lives with the fuel of hope in everlasting greenery,
No dream will drown without a fulfilling thought at least,
And hope always in future ways and future days reside.

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The Kneeling Princess

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I saw her kneeling in prayers,
Tears through her cheeks running,
Some ruined thoughts in images made her sob,
Oh’, wandered mind felt her lover’s love.

Godless she is not and God never abandoned,
The love she gave him, God gave her a lover,
In flesh and blood, ah’, a mighty confusion,
Testing her will, and again and again, she kneeled.

I saw a man in prostration deep in his prayers,
A mind to divine glow connected through flesh and blood,
From behind and from above I saw him from his soul pray,
And in front of him, I fell as my own image from him reflected.

The images in my mind blended and blurred,
Dreams lost beginnings and end in fantastic reality,
The tests she faced made her feel in enchantment,
A lost soul but God’s reason of love she shut her eyes to.

In the chaos, all he became was a stubborn melancholy,
The one path in worldly chaos of choices, ah’, forked,
The felt aches and shed tears made them both strong,
Lovely world, wonder-filled world, failed them both.

United the spiritual world stood and promised,
Heavens and glory beyond every imagination of her,
The princess, the sweetness, the emblem of love,
She kneeled and prayed to heal his aching heart.

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The Final Love.

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Somedays like a happy man I feel,
Though happiness is something that hates,
Me from my conscience and my soul so fragile,
And mind garlands a weeping face with happy tears.

As for myself for dream fulfillment I fashioned,
To be seen in her mind’s eyes as a lover and failed,
The dreams in that mind I saw, ah’, gave awe,
The fulfillment of those dreams, my life became.

Through life, my love progressed and at her feet reached,
Every moment of happiness became a synonym of her,
Every moment of sadness a lesson to be a better man,
The final love, a dream, with her, hand in hand standing.

With her love a pride feeling facing nature and watch,
The whole nature dissolve in her beauty through love,
Love my life weaved gathering every essence of the known,
Then unknown gained light as my universe by her face filled.

I am the river into her wonderful soul flown,
What shape she chose, what color she brewed,
What art she made with me, ah’, I trusted,
And rested in her faithful love for me.

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