Category: Story Of The Day

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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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Twenty Fourth Day Of July – 2019.

Late–night twisted and turned and scattered,
Ah’, none cared but only a handful of people,
Whose nightmares are beyond sleep and night,
Who awake stood to be part of imaginary dreams.

In the bit of starlight that found a new way,
To reach the plains of the American states,
And in that little starlight touch bloomed,
Wildflowers with erotic scents and plain colors.

Such a lavish splendor Nature unleashed,
None to see but an aging poet who lived,
In the love that gives him warmth and breath,
Oh’, his soul found newness of love in every second.

And the nightly gloom got erased by a summer morn,
As life found a new way in the new day born,
The twists and turns of the day, Oh’, well hidden,
As many smiled even when they know they are torn.

Through such charismatic chaos time pushed the day,
And I too ran with time then slowly I stopped,
And to time in plain language, I spoke: “This way,
On this day means nothing as not a sign of her I see,”.

“Nothing tells me my time that she cares even a bit,
Of my existence in you and your existence for her,
If my love means nothing, Oh’, time you and I are,
Nothing but curses in the grand scheme of life.”.

The bitterness gathered in mind even in saliva felt,
Oh’, I am not a cursing sage who lives in dark,
I am not a wicked man to become anyone’s curse,
I am just a man who loves you, my Little Boss.

A good thought that is, gave me a reason to sleep.

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Twenty Third Day Of July – 2019.

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Looked, heard, touched, ah’, smelt, and tasted,
The sanctity of the pulse of this given time,
Oh’, morning come to me take all that I feel,
And through your rays spread for my Little Boss to feel.

The noon came knocking on my doors and I asked,
“Are you early noon time Angels?”… the pine cracked,
Though no wind I felt flying around in naughtiness,
Ah’, the vibrations of the soul nature too felt.

Distraction in the form of a mid-twenties beauty came,
Her feelings about the wisdom of a man came as praises,
Oh’, I pleaded to conscience and kept my sincere sanctity,
Nothing can replace Little Boss in heart as soul filled she is.

Away from home and electronic magnificence I left,
The net got good, bad and evil bound in so tight,
None can consciously differentiate without contaminating,
Soul, heart, and flesh and bones but the loyal lover.

“I boast honey, I boast, this hour I am the best lover.”,
I said to myself and in the wonders of energy I built,
The sweetness of love by no other lovers ever felt,
Then in humility God Almighty I praised.

Evening and night baseball tortured me as we lost,
Even in that every moment in my mind I kept,
The darling, the dearest and the twin flame of my love,
Oh’, even a thousand years of penance can’t repay,

The feeling God give when with love about her I think.

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Twenty Second Day Of July – 2019.

From a scattered lot, ah’, my mind I gathered,
When Little Boss to me revealed her anger and spite.
Little she knows that there are no other ways for me,
For in her heart is the key to fulfilling our dreams.

Oh’, on one-side knowing about her celebrated,
Deep inside a drop of tear to hide so hard tried,
In that success, I blended the salty tear and loved more,
As the morning let me sleep through upon the lap.

The day through noon and afternoon twists and turns tried,
Nothing worked as the tunes of romance mind found,
The battle I won made me write, write and write again,
As from the future I wrote to the present the story of our love.

The Sun lost his might and strength of warmth as he fell,
Into the western horizon and taking all strength I too left,
A wonderful baseball game, ah’, in thrilling ways we lost,
Then night gathered all gloom and filled every vein of mine.

My spite and anger found a wonderful sepulcher,
As my love for her increased every minute awake I stayed,
The night walked in a pace so slow, ah’, I spoke aloud,
“Why don’t you find a twist and turn that will make me glad?”.

The answer I know was not that far as a little drizzle fell,
Upon me by Mother Nature to tell me she heard me,
The smile upon my sadness filled face spread,
Gave a feeling that in dreams Little Boss will love me more.

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Twenty First Day Of July – 2019.

Oh’, I tried my best to keep my eyes open,
But tired mind and brain fell to the dark of sleep,
When into the light I woke I sat up and said,
“Bless her Allah, bless her, like you bless me.”.

Noon and evening hasted through their routines,
I sat like a stone watching T.V smiling occasionally,
Nature changed colors faster than I thought,
Or did time abandoned me and ran for reasons unknown?

Early night came and the stalker knocked on my website,
I wanted to know if about my safety I should be concerned,
So once more I asked Little Boss if it is her who visits,
No answer but what she did to hurt told it is her.

No more concerns, Oh’, I will die of her hand if she chooses to,
And that brought to my mind a new inspiration to write more,
And I will write, write and write again taking lifetimes,
For her eyes, for the world to know, that I love her.

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Twentieth Day Of July – 2019.

Sleepless night, ah’, how wonderful it was,
Then I got up and to my yard walked,
And felt warmth caress of the night ready,
To leave me alone once more in the scorching sun.

The into the dark night I looked and sang,
“Wake up morning and fill that which I can’t see,
With brightness from my soul filled with love,
Love for my Little Boss my heart always will feel.”.

Then I saw morning light break the shadows of night,
Stars bowed out into the furthest corners of past,
Fortunes or misfortunes this day going to bring none knows,
And I said, “Be it for the good of me that makes her happy”.

Love felt well as afternoon settled into time,
I let time pass through me and my wonderful day,
Oh’, this weekend may bring changes I never imagined,
I thought and smiled, but, ah’, nothing of value happened.

I raised my head, I cleaned my thoughts and I asked,
“Oh’, God, don’t my love have no value at all?”,
Regretted I for leaving a question to God,
Forgiveness I sought and to forgive her I pleaded.

Late-night all around me ran all confused,
As the love for my Little Boss from my soul glowed,
And made the night feel on the wrong side of time,
All settled, and I settled, in unknowns and imaginations.

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Nineteenth Day Of July – 2019.

“Do you have a talisman to give me Mother Nature”,
I pleadingly asked as the happiness I saw she spread,
Made me not just happy but want to spread happiness like her,
And be happy seeing the happiness of others.

Some say Love is happiness and happiness finds ways to love,
I looked for love and waited for love and found my love,
Oh’, Little Boss, you ever felt a little bit of my love,
Before you rejected me and forced me on knees to pray.

The noon was a bogus monster who didn’t scare me,
The afternoon stirred up summer furnace and heated,
Every corner as thirsty birds decided no to sing,
And skunks ran away from odor of half–naked sweaty women.

Evening tried to stir up a wind but she stood like a stone,
Trees stood bowed in the heaviness of the leaves they grew,
And the twilight came with the dusk as sun too left sweaty,
“Oh’, summer you are hot but calm down now,” I said.

Late-night woke the poet inside me who ate too much,
Then thirsty like a pacing dog drank all juice and soda,
All the sugar drowned him like a stone in a river,
Still, he wrote, wrote and wrote again about his love.

“She is lovely, she is dearest, she defines you Mother Nature.”.

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Eighteenth Day Of July – 2019.

Night left a mark on my heart that deeper felt,
Even the bright-lit summer morning gloomy looked,
As morning left nothing for me to think and erase,
That shadow of what night left became the anomaly.

Life, ah’, the series of events that give us a connection,
To the self and many other big, small, living and unliving,
Then to every event in life comes a balancing act,
Many times we forget to balance or we know nothing.

The anomaly lived and the day died before mind realized,
I chose to run in a day blinded by what I know not,
Time the healer, Space the facilitator of life to flourish,
No chance for both I gave as answers for unknown questions I sought.

Deeper and deeper I thought as my own conscience I felt,
Left me to ask more questions to mind as thoughts about Little Boss,
Brought anger, fear, sadness and then her face in memory,
A million rays of happiness and, ah’, a drop of happy tear I shed.

Then to time I asked, “Why you forgot to bring me a chariot?”.

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Seventeenth Day Of July – 2019.

Oh’ that fat old moon and the lazy night tried,
To keep the twilight and early morning sleep,
But in the lullabies by the early birds sang,
The morning woke to give me a happy dream.

As time scrolled through the late morning to noon,
I took life to leisure and pleasure of baseball park,
Summer warmth became a lady to date the lonely man,
And to her too I said “I am in love with me Little Boss”.

Tiredness took my hand into an evening nap on chair,
Somewhere in subconscious remained a sad feeling,
Ah’ late evening my thoughts dreamed about happy life,
Still a sad man tried to cry through happy times.

The cold air deep into my house basement sank,
As summer unleashed a wrath for reasons unknown,
The calmed down mind still sobbed once in a while,
When thought about everything else but the present.

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