My Promise.

Another holiday Monday. I watched couple of movies on HBO then went to
BestBuy to see if my laptop is back. No, it is only shipped from MN
mmmm sad… I don’t know I love laptops hehehe. Then watched the Golden
Globes, wow pretty women in pretty dresses driving everyman out of his
mind. The only man I noticed, my favorite guy in Hollywood these days,
George Clooney. One heck of a man, I always complain about my grey
hair. Well it is a beauty for that guy haha. It was so nice to see
Bernie Taupin winning an award, though not with Elton John, but of
course writing a song for a Gay movie hehehe. See Mr.Taupin always need
something gay for success even though he himself is not gay.
 Well..
notable moment this evening. None of the Desperate House wives got any
awards for acting. I liked that. Lost, won an award, even though I
haven’t seen even one episode of that show my friends love this show. I
thought George Clooney may win the award for the best director. But I
haven’t seen the movie ‘Brokeback Mountain’. I may never see that
hehehe.

That was my day. Sorry for the late post. You know
what I was doing all day already. Now this poem, last month someone
asked me to explain my first kiss… Well I explained I was like 14 years
old in a very conservative town, the girl was two years older to me.
Well things did not ended with just a kiss hahaha, that was the first
everything.  During the New Year time, I was in the office busy
and getting crazy with work and after finishing work I was driving back
to my room and I remembered the first kiss. I immediately started
recording into my voice recorder which was really funny to listen to,
it was like audio porn hehehe. I deleted it after getting the main
idea, my explanation was that bad. That’s what the first part of the
poem is all about. The next part is not written for myself even though
in the poem it is me who is the character. It was written in a general
way. Like I said in my update yesterday in LonelyPoet.Org “There was no
one out there to love me. I am positive about that.” Yeah… so the
second part is just a fantasy, so the poem is kinda inconclusive.

Have
a wonderful week ahead folks… I love you all. Next weekend mmmm I may
not be online at all. I am going to see “Dorothy” well.. I mean, I am
going to Kansas.

My Promise.

Three days… a face that filled,
My life in precious patterns,
The glory of a life time of passions,
Obsessed everyday until those days, fulfilled.

The giggling water streams of a hill side stream,
Played never ending symphonies,
As you and I lived in a bubble flown up,
As even the feeling of love shied away.

Upon that day I promised never to forget,
But those moments of sex and passion and days,
Went into the past of you and I,
Life as calamity dried away with your image.

All these years I held to you an obligation,
My first woman, though so young we were,
A never ending dream those days left in me,
Every moment with you lived in a corner of my heart.

Now in the hope of rejuvenating life in another love,
I have to leave every passion of those days away
As upon the love of an innocent lover I drown,
Love I never got in every ‘body’ that passed through my arms.

Upon the eyes of a girl I never touched I promise,
Holding every star witness, I swear,
That the love I always held in is for this girl,
Whom I love, more than anything anyone ever loved.

There
were flaws in the poem that went unnoticed by those who commented
already. It might be an oversight. But if there are any problems with
grammar or punctuation or anything else please feel free to put that in
your comments. It is okay to say the flaws to me keep in mind English
is not my mother tongue. An old man 75 years old today emailed me
saying what was wrong. haha. He also said he is a big fan of my poems.
From 14 through 75 I think I got all age groups in here hehehe. It is
11:38AM and I got to go for a meeting. Have a great day.