Good Afternoon everyone,
It did not snow 8 inches one night it snowed 8 inches in 4 days and I have all of it to be moved from my front walk in way. I had one wild weekend as I totally underestimated the amount of heating oil in my oil tank because of a faulty cork inside the tank. The heater stopped when I came back home Saturday night and it was about 9F outside with windchill making it feel like -1F. I know my stone built house will hold heat for sometime but that kinda cold, even the strongest stone will tremble. I took a room heater and moved to one corner of my house, my bed room and sat there and looked through the present reality. Then I edited this poem I wrote a bit and slept.
SuperBowl sunday was good. Unlike I thought not a lot of people at the Bay Shore Mall. I liked the game and really enjoyed the food at Bar Louis.
Now about this poem, this is long even after a good bit of editing and it is not the length but what I am saying in it really matters. The second part of this series of poems. The model I used.. Julia. All I can say is READ.
Here is the first part of the poem ‘Fires Of Fear’
A Walk With Time.
Time through my life in haste passed,
As life through good and bad events tumbled,
Ah’ the fear of her that burned away her love for me,
Like a dark cloud during a warm summer storm grew,
Ah’ that dark cloud not in her mind grew,
But it was in my mind the storm brew,
My own fearsome monster I became,
And away from mirrors of life I walked.
On a windy wild dusk I walked
Through the wet brown sidewalk
The white haired clouds camouflaged
As red giant balls, in the golden rays of the Sun just set
The wind all around town rolled
Upon every corner of life spying
Then upon my face her naughty cold hands touched
As eyes blinked and blinked when faces backwards moved
Then with the backdrop of the masterpiece nature painted
I saw her blond hair camouflaging the clouds
Ah’ those blues eyes like sapphires shined
As from across the street her giggles I heard
As even the wind left to kiss her cheeks
Through the wonderful paths continued my walk
The howls of town in empty streets distanced
As the warmth of reality from all around me cloaked
Then my conscience to time asked,
“Aren’t you bored by the torture you carry
And deliver to all the souls unloved
Give away a second of true love
Give away a second of hope
Or forever in the darkness live
Or forever as lost time you will be labeled
The curse of unloved passions upon you will come”
Ah’ the untiring worker cannot stop
As space at a pace faster than he can hold moved
Still he stopped and to my conscience told
“Walk through me and to my vibrations listen”
I looked up and down and felt
Time consuming every bit of me at a steady pace
Right beside under the weeping willow I sat
And into the depths of the darkening lake I looked
The vibrations of time in the depth of my soul I felt
As into the depths of my conscience time spoke.
“Gather not the memories of a time lost,
For in them the light of a loving soul resides,
Let the flames of your lost love die in frost,
May the light of morrows be your guide.
Fear not the times of love to come,
The phantoms of love blood thirsty may wander,
Ah’ let your love like a stream flow.
Into the depths of time carrying the one you love.
Curse not the souls unloved left,
For in their passions through time they moved,
Miserable misunderstandings are no true lover’s treasure,
Oh’ may your soul be eternally loved”
Even when silence in my whole being crept
Looking at the blinking stars beside the lake I sat
No thoughts, no feelings, Ah’ numb my mind became
Then like a lightning I got up and back to town I walked
All through my walk nothing I thought
It was a brisk walk none in the dark noticed
Ah’ back where I saw Mother Nature’s masterpiece I stopped
Nothing, none are all the words to my mind came
Looking down at the spot I saw the smiling blond I stood
Then from behind a giggling voice asked
Looking back I saw the smiling lovely blond.
My negative reply upon her face painted
A bit of disappointment, then to her I asked
“What keeps your here at this hour my lady?”
With a smile her index finger at me she pointed.
(……To Be Continued…)
Here I am watching the SuperBowl Game the intensity grew as San Francisco made a come back but the team I was supporting eventually won.
This is where I watched the game.
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