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Seventh Day Of August – 2019.

Grow in the dark O’ Dream grow,
For the night and the dark is,
Far greater than the day and light,
When angels and fairies raise in prayers.

In the depths of the dark of night shines,
Millions of suns, though far away they are,
Oh’, through them ray by ray twinkling comes,
The shape and essence of every dream.

The morning dragged mind into reality,
Ah’, no matter how brutal life becomes,
In the fantastic turn through time and space,
The dream driven reality intoxicates the soul.

Through the good of love in soul,
Love through experience divine taught,
Love when into the eyes of mother first looked felt,
Love inside soul weaved and always fought.

Love in through the growth of every cell of mine grew,
Oh’, the union of my mind, soul and body defined,
Every creation of this time and space, Oh’, refined,
My love for her who fills my soul, my LIttle Boss.

Afternoon woke me from the boredom of noon,
And through thoughts about long gone past I searched,
And in each of those thoughts and memories I placed,
The love that shapes the beat of my heart, Little Boss.

Oh’, those rediscovered memories brightened and redefined,
And every bit of those wonderful memories taught,
How step by step through good and rough times life led,
Me to love and in fulfillment of my love, Little Boss.

The creepy approach of the night I didn’t feel,
As senses brightened from thoughts about her,
Oh’, as sleep approached through night I know,
Senses are uniting for another weaving of a dream.

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Sixth Day Of August – 2019.

Sifting through the times of the last phase of the night,
The twists and tests of this portion of space I braved,
Then I asked, “How far away from reality are you Little Boss?
How much more time you need to evaluate your love.”.

Paused I and thought, then without confusion I continued,
“Ah’, knowing my love for you LIttle Boss from the depths,
Of my heart and soul you read line by line and feel everyday,
Why so cruel to the reality in the depth of your soul you hide?”.

The morning with the glory of the sun oneself crowned,
And the time of her concluded when the chariots of the sun,
Rolled and reached that point of the space of the day,
Where the chasing shadows silently disappeared.

Then to the day I told “Love is complete,
And no more shadows will fall upon love and lovers,
When love by divine sweetness in dream fulfillment blessed.”,
Eyes closed, listening to my own heartbeats I sat.

Keeping hands on my eyes, ah’, twilight I made,
Though night like the cold of winter through time spread,
And hand ached but upon my eyes I kept them.
Twilight and darkness slowly left my eyesight.

As Little Boss’s face slowly faded into my eyes.

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Fifth Day Of August – 2019.

Life howled like a stray dog in the warm summer morn,
As love filled sleep left me astray to the wrath,
Of elements of the brutality of loneliness given,
By a soul who saw me as too old for her to love.

Grabbed I the noon time by the throat to speak my mind,
About my love and none, even my own conscience can question,
My acts, my words and my sincere thoughts filled with Little Boss,
And pleaded “Question not your love for me, Little Boss.”.

Noon faded into the evening and evening brightened in twilight,
In every ray of that twilight found I the light of your love,
Then night consumed twilight and darkness spread,
Ah’ then fate written stars and planets brightened the night.

Far away from reality the fate of my love life pathetically howled,
Oh’, when fate of most lives were written in lucky planets and stars,
And in hearts and souls thrived and through senses and emotions expressed,
Fate of my love life, ah’, looks like was written on a shooting star.

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Third Day Of August – 2019.

The validity of a dream cannot be found,
In the fantasy world or the spiritual world,
The fulfillment of every dream manifest,
Through the material you, living, time and space.

Such were the soliloquy that took me to bed,
And morning and noon sang lullabies and passed,
As dreamless I slept but no darkness into mind crept.
Oh’, love and dreams exists in two different realms of life.

Woke up I with an image in mind and into the realms of life injected,
That image, Oh’, Little Boss, not a moment of my life I will spend,
Without an image of you in spiritual life and my material life.
For in spirit and material I fill my life with my love for you.

Wake up Little Boss, wake up to love, wake your love,
Hide not behind the walls of masquerading material life,
For, you know the pulse of your spiritual life filled with love,
Love from every direction and horizons showing only my face.

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First Day Of August – 2019.

The night has shown me how magnificent the universe is,
As light criss-crossed through space giving time meaning,
In that meaning written is a line of verse you didn’t understand,
That line of verse shown a million image of our love, Little Boss.

As silence reigned through your veins like those criss-crossing light,
A universe in magnificence of your soul with love formed,
And you must understand that bright shining star in that universe,
Is not just a dream of a versifier, ah’, but the gravity that holds your love.

I meaning of my shape, the trajectory of my paths, ah’, all in your love,
My love, the God given blessing bound to each other we move,
And our love shines brighter in the universe as a star that reckons time,
May our love be the light that shines bright for all to know this time.

So let us live this part of time in our love Oh’ Little Boss,
Wake up to morning beyond the tantalizing dark of night,
Through which we run at each other feeling no barriers,
The night maybe dark but the days ahead takes light from our love.

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Thirtieth Day Of July – 2019.

The first phase of morning in hazy smog birthed,
Borrowing time from the revolving universe once more,
Narrow hearts slept like logs of woods in the river floating,
My heart slept not as love filled in remembering her angry eyes.

The blazing midwest sun reminded me of her angry heart,
I hope and pray her anger brewed and brewed and became,
The essence of her love that brings to the language of my heart,
Every day or night to gather the beat of my heart for her feel my love.

Such are the verses the pulse of my heart into my veins write,
Oh’, then they became part of my blood and to every corner spread,
The material of me then from my soul takes the light of love God gave,
The love that grew with me from birth till the day I met Little Boss.

Oh’, there was a time when to my conscience I said,
“There is nothing more I can lose for I love none.”,
Then you became my dream, and that dream I translate,
Into verse of which the essence you read and smile.

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Twenty Ninth Day Of July – 2019.

“Gather the vibe from my heart, Oh’, Morning.,”, I pleaded,
But the life of the morning through a different path moved,
As my written fate through another planet roamed,
Ah’, I felt the vibe in my heart of my sweetheart.

The noon like an old phantom crept deep into life,
Birds stopped singing for the world in summer heat,
And the pain like flood waters rose and choked,
The dreams I saw about the happy life with her.

When evening played the summer symphony and shown,
The mirages of art no human with paint and brush can imitate,
Oh’, it rained and made the trees dance through all senses I wished,
But all I found was my endless thinking that lead to unhappiness.

Oh’, all overrated unhappiness and barking mind means nothing,
As evening brought Little Boss to read my heart sprouting smiles,
Then about happiness I thought and no dread to mind came,
As every thought about reasons brought to mind Little Boss’s smile.

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Twenty Sixth Day Of July – 2019.

Night has laid footprints in my heart,
As my heart with bright light-filled,
Every bit of dark thoughts and views erased,
As love-filled became days and nightly walks.

“Drive me to a path unwalked” to the dark pleaded,
And every step became a sensation of a new line of verse,
Through those dreamless nights didn’t I love you, my dear,
Oh’, Oooo, Ooo, the spotted owl replied and I smiled.

Daybreak brought to mind endless scenes of daydreams,
Sleep silenced mind away from the fiction of life,
“Give me a twinkling star that shines for my luck.”, I said,
When noon came consuming mind with love for her.

“What prayers shall I pray?”, when at Friday prayers I prostrated,
Should I pray for my happiness with her or should I pray,
For the happiness of her, ah’ mind tried to row on two boats,
Then I prayed, “May I be the happiness she never known.”.

Evening and night, Oh’, yet another fantasy of the rodeo clown,
As search for reality beyond hopes and dreams, I prepare,
Ah’, mindless I may be in your eyes in my love for you, Little Boss,
Mind-filled I am in my thoughts and prayers for you.

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Twenty Fifth Day Of July – 2019.

The morning came up with a fuzzy and bloated sun,
When I was arguing with my own conscience about value,
Of my love and value of life without love and I lost,
Then the sun flared up erasing the bleeding horizon.

The day gave me a broken feeling even before noon,
But I didn’t know time in tears weaved the broken parts,
And part of that weaving was in my heart, Oh’, though I miss,
My Little Boss, I strung words of a story of our life together.

Evening fell face down into the lake and drowned the sun,
The night challenged what time of the day did but I lived,
Another dreamy day that found a star in history to remember,
Recorder of memory, remember my love-filled prayers for her.

Oh’, late-night, fate did a stand-up comedy in my conscience,
Those jokes drowned me beyond recognition into sadness,
And sarcasm filled into my thoughts and time to me pleaded,
To erase dark dreams for a fairy tale to begin to grow.

Surreal life danced in tantrums and to ease mind I looked,
Oh’ past is a dark demon who left me paralyzed in love,
The present gives fear to the one girl I love with all my heart,
Oh’, when into future I looked all I see is my Little Boss’s happy face.

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