The Lost Sadness.


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Where did you lose your sadness conscience?
Did you see a dream that shown her pretty face?
Or did you feel the charms of her love from far?
Your happy dance inspires the day to be brighter.

New depths in meanings light rays found,
When images of the natural world shown,
New definitions of senses found,
When our love-filled souls light rays touched.

Deny not O’ Dear, deny not the inspiration,
Nature wields from your love to fill my heart,
The only pleasure that gives me a reason to smile,
When life in fragments of life touched me to stay alive.

The paths to love, the reasons for fulfillment you know,
The longer you sit and wait for the fog to clear,
Ah’, the thicker the fog becomes for life know nothing,
About the touch of love, every moment from my heart you feel.

Oh’, conscience now I know where our sadness you lost,
For the thoughts of fulfillment of life through her love,
With love for her given in my heart the God-given blessing,
Brought pleasantness in every moment of the present.

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A Homely Meal.


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Sliced vegetables and meat seasoned to perfection,
The hot pan well greased with butter sizzled in yearning,
And the pan won as slowly the vegetables cooked,
Then the tendered meat joined the dance with a pinch of salt.

Bread baked to crisp waited, rice cooked to softness cooled,
Oh’, stew well prepared, bread and rice added taste,
The cooled lemonade and mint calmed the food inside.
All gave a feeling of a trek in a mountain valley in spring.

All through the meal, the birds at the feeder I watched,
Only companions who will all fly away at the sight of me,
The taste of the meal never lessened at the lonely thoughts,
The taste twisted in my mouth, maybe a prayer from a bird.

When washing the dishes a thought through my mind came,
What if she smiled at the taste of all the food I made?
All the prayer-filled taste of the meal I made vanished,
As I know I made a meal in a house, not a homely meal.

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The Unapproachable Dream.


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Today came to me from the pulse of yesterdays,
Where you and I for love of each other gathered,
The unpredictable, the unknown, forever in waiting,
But love was an unapproachable dream that faded.

Yesterday looked at today with fantasy and smiled,
Ah’, the unbearable irony of the dynamics of life pained,
Yet, in it all the shell stays a pearl showing value and beauty,
Such a timeline with events filled ah’, lucky you and I, called it life.

Oh’, tomorrow is a road today looks at as the journey continues,
My legs thrived for the warm caress of the dust and air,
And my arms wept for the emptiness left in hand by fate,
As the unapproachable dream cannot be seen at all.

Still, the fingers stretched into imaginary warmth and sweat,
Filled with love and care only in the heart of you can birth,
Is this another passing image that sets with the autumn sun?
Or Is this the start of the fulfillment of that unapproachable dream?

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The Abandoned Identity.


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The waves one by one to my feet came,
And in embraces around my feet, they slept,
For they know reasons why in the cold morn,
Beside the lake, sorrow-filled I stood.

Oh’, one pride-filled besides the lake I stood,
The pride of the self-sustaining man in me grew,
Ah’, through only loneliness I achieved,
A darkness none saw but in my soul, I felt.

Tears World and its wickedness into eyes brought,
None to wipe so I let them dry in fabricated happy smiles,
“How long loveless will you live?” conscience questioned,
“Happiness for me is a forceful act”, I replied with audacity.

Such a life I lived and self-pride and audacity in me increased,
Then life paused as she came as the boss of my heart,
Every beat of my heart, every bit of blood, Oh’, only to find love,
For her worked, ah’, my pride-filled days taught to find happiness,

Happiness, even in her rejection, happiness, even when sorrow fought.
Oh’, the cold morn gave warmth in the fall to leave everything for her,
Only love for her I kept leaving the lonely, leaving the audacity filled,
Leaving the pride that I am something as in her love I dissolve.

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A Tragedy To Celebrate.


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Oh’, many, many battles humans fought,
For good, bad by good and bad, won and lost,
Many battles without weapons fought,
Most lost, some won ah’, the successful wrote history.

Emotions wept, then in gladness celebrated,
Love brewed from the soul and spread to every vein,
Senses united and saw lover in a new view to mankind,
The successful romanced, the lost lovers wrote poetry.

Gathered every bit of my thoughts, Oh’, she loved inside,
Her world, her perceptions, her convictions all stood against,
And into the darkness of her mind the love for me she pushed,
What is success or failure? Ah’, deviation from conventional can say.

Conscience, friends, relations all united to speak for my peace,
Oh’, I asked no questions for I have no doubts to clear,
My mind cleared the moment I saw shine in her eyes,
So the rest of my life I will give her the best of me.

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Sorrow Of The Penancing Sage.


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Heart beats to find a rhythm for the body to follow,
Perplexing times in narrowed spaces no rhythms found,
So all arrows of the life at the unloved soul turned,
The very thought about love ah’, an endless torture.

But from deep inside the soul the courage he found,
Where colors of all that world adore meant nothing,
The paths the world paved with rubbish filled,
And they led to pastures that shown unrecognizable mirages.

Oh’, each wish inside his soul with her face he weaved,
And every one of those wishes he strung together,
Ah’, dedicated every bit of his energy in those wishes,
But a penancing sage he became, alone, in some wilderness.

Not so far, not really near she stood, sat, slept but left,
Him in his penance as the world in all its colors around her danced,
Those chaos blurred vision deafened her and drowned the felt love,
A drop of tear rolled down Sage’s cheek to become ink of his verse.

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Broken Sadness.


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Sunshine upon the bay fallen,
Showing the shore in light warmth of fall,
Like a billion stars little pebbles shined,
But outshined them all your love-filled smiles.

Conscience asked, “How can you touch her?”,
With a smile on the corner of my lips, I said,
“I can but hands need to stretch beyond dimension,
And further than imaginations, into a beautiful soul.”.

In the look of a child gladness shy-filled stood,
And to him with a caring smile, I said,
“When to her I convey my love you will see,
Your reflection on her face in my eyes.”.

Away from sight, somewhere in dark, I heard,
The sobbing of all sadness in my heart I felt,
When alone I wandered without feeling her presence,
That sadness now broken and weeping in prayers for our love.

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The Empty Canvas.


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The most beautiful part of the day passed unknown,
When I wrote a hundred more dreams for mind to see,
But dear for the welfare of yours unknown to me,
I gave away every blessing I got for the dreams I wrote.

Those dreams through time like waterfalls cascaded,
And into oblivion, they passed, like every day into history scrolled.
The echo of a question universe through time and space left,
“Why didn’t you live those dreams where she loved you?”.

Somewhere in my mind, I said, “The weaving of a dream,
Is like loving a girl, every bit of your emotion you take,
And paint it with her, every reality of yours you see her in,
When she can’t love you back, all you are is an empty canvas.”.

Conscience never minded to question me again,
None can win an argument about love for love is real,
Love is soul and we know it is there but through no sense can feel,
When love is lost, Oh’, nothing feels real, except the falling tears.

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The Art Of The Lonely Man.


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Walls of graffiti he passed kicking rusty cans and dusty pebbles,
The city never weeps, nor does the city fully sleeps,
Fellowship of the broken dreams through those streets he gained,
As the beauty of all through his senses came gave a poetic touch.

Cold iron chairs of coffee shop welcomed when warmth he touched,
Oh’, deep inside the melancholy whithered into wintery chaos,
The warmth of the drink touched no soul but gave a taste,
Into a life of sweetness upon lips for a loving kiss craved.

Every movement around in his mind an image printed,
In every image that came himself, he added,
One by one those images touched each other and moved,
In that movie for her face, again and again, he searched.

The winds howled upon the pines that stood through times,
He walked away leaving the sweetness of his warm drink,
Faces smiled, businesses unfolded, new dreams knocked,
Ah’, his quill only wrote a poem about that unseen face.

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Her Thoughts In Love About Me.


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The rays of light, Oh’, they came in silence,
Showing us the love of each other in real,
The love we weaved in each other’s soul,
Oh’, the light gave a touch of unknown reality.

The reality of tattered life that rays shown,
The love letters I wrote torn and blown into air,
The street musicians, ah’, they played the pathos,
In the rhythms of my heart, as love bloodless breathed.

The fallen heroes in the middle of streets day and night stood,
Oh’, in life they carried life and as statues, they inspired life,
Now they too stand still seeing the failed love of mine,
Ah’, the drooling rain gives them a weeping impression.

The rays through the time of the day took their flight,
Time and space continued their polka through humanity,
Sadness found nothing to cling on to in silence,
Ah’, all that told me she is thinking in love about me.

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