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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Promises I Can’t Keep.


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I will spend my lifetime loving you, ah’ a wonderful promise,
I will give the peace and pleasantness mankind never felt,
I will bring to you fulfillment of dreams you are yet to see,
Oh’, wonderful they all sound but they are promises I can’t keep.

Through many streets I walked, at many crosswalks, I stood,
Left many dreams where they belong, many I revisited,
Told many stories from simple events of life unfolded,
Brewed the sweetness of life deep in my heart for you.

Many lines like every poet before me wrote I wrote,
Praised love I felt for you and love inside of you well hidden,
Weaved many dreams about us hand-in-hand in love,
And both our heart beating for each other’s happiness.

Life failed us, love eluded us, future never faded in,
Oh’, somewhere in the past, time and space got stuck,
Thousands of lies, millions of fake promises at heart knocked,
And I faded into dark from you without promises I can’t keep.

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Fashions.


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Eyelids shielded the tears from falling,
When thought about living alone,
Hands held tight the biceps so no shivering known,
Heart pounded against walls of chest giving more life.

The harmony of what bound events in time and space fell,
What once looked sparkling now at throat as a threat,
Oh’, I know not the ways to protect my love for I only know,
To protect the love of yours for me deep inside you hide.

What holds me and my time in this spot unmoving?
Oh’, deep in your heart what you felt is a spiritual reality,
For which you know not how to speak and act in material,
Love indeed is a double-edged sword that hurts and comforts.

Oh’, beyond the sweetness of smiles, fashions of the colors,
The passion of the words and the touch of our dreams,
We exist as people who cannot exist without each other,
Love indeed is a healer as time fashions itself in our love.

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The Silenced Screams.


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The dreams were silenced by the hurting words you said,
Ah’, one by one they bid farewell to the unloved heart,
All that beautiful seen, all that wonderful music heard,
Now as monsters haunted with sounds echoing in howls.

Flavors and taste melted into the tongue that spoke,
Poetry that only praised your love you felt for me,
Oh’, the love into the galloping river you floated,
Where it screamed and screamed but drowned mercilessly.

A million questions like arrows at my conscience came,
And my smiles shielded all of them still answerless all fell,
Rains once more wiped the tears from eyes fell,
But what can wipe the tears soul shed when I unloved stood.

More fire-filled arrows at every living reality came,
With what fabricated happiness I will make a smile to shield?
Oh’, tired the dreaming lover on his knees fell,
Hearing the silenced screams you drowned in the rivers of time.

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