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Roots, yeah, roots, I smell them. A true follower will know exactly what I mean. I wrote some of these lines as part of another poem. I first discarded those lines then I pulled it out and wrote a reality, a truth.

 

Isolation.

 

Water bubbles upon the cold pebbles danced

The stream purified the nature from the impurities

Left by humanity in their brutal cruelty

Ah’ Mother Nature her virginity regained.

 

The broken bubble added a new note

To the music of the flowing river

The chirping birds took a dip and shivered

In the water made cold by the northern winds.

 

The air so good, the feeling so great at the end of fall

The fallen leaves as green summer’s monuments gathered

Ah’ in my mind too a monument of feelings built

With loving words as building blocks you gave.

 

Now the love I felt you leave under summer’s monuments

Ah’ I let the cold winds of fall with smell of winter, freeze

The images and feelings of a sunny summer of wonders

Oh’ all I feel is the Earth and all in there moving far, far.

 

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Truth at times can be very explicit, accepting it is not easy, that’s the reality that drives many youth to drugs, alcohol and violence these days.

Good Morning everyone… Actually the morning is too bright to be good and damn cold too here in my neck of the woods. In the coming days you are folks are going to see some real nice poems from me.

Have a great weekend.

Lone.

Here is my firs poem this year. Took a little while to get things in order. This I would say is not the best of my efforts. I confess, I lost the catalyst between the poet and his poem.

Hope you all enjoy this.

The Light Of Dreams.

 

Night fell all across the town binding
Everything with a breath of cold
Darkness moaned in ecstasy of some salvation
Drowning many minds into dreamless sleep.

Sun, though far made his mighty leap
Day as the smile of Mother Nature birthed
He Woke from sleep but like a zombie walked
As an empty soul can’t find the needed light.

The morning dragged her feet all over him
As the vibrations of love ceased in his heart
Desperation rode her chariots through his veins
And as a dark witch into his empty soul screamed.

All around him filled were his favorites
The house, furnitures and books
All joined the witch and aloud at him screamed,
Ah’ the lost lover fell as a misfit for the world around.

Then from the couch he stood up
And told to himself and the dark witches around
“Tied to none is my soul now but untied never it will be
As love lied to me about future days that just birthed.

Let the world be a world of its own or me just myself
Ah’ the light of my life all around me I pawned
And my conscience in the world of unloved, blinded
Bearing silhouettes of a beauty who I thought loved.

And when dark moments like this to my life comes
I talk to the silhouette of that beauty as if I talk now
That to the forefront of my thoughts brings a face
A face no dark witch from my mind can erase.”

At the corner of the room a candle was lit
And the dark witch fell of the chariot and faded
The wonderful face from the silhouette around him danced
As the world in darkness fell, the light of his dreams she became. 

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Welcome 2013 to my life. As usual I felt good when welcoming the new year. Felt like holding a little baby in my hands, at the same time, I made a little prayer for the year that just passed away. I buried 2012 with no honors. 2012 was a year in which I made the worst ever mistake of my life. So that is buried and gone and I washed my hands and said “I took a swing at fate with all my might and determination, now I know I was way wrong. My sincere apologies to myself and my fate. However I still acknowledge the very fact that I was right in many more ways than in one wrong I did. So I sincerely believe the right buried the wrong along with the year 2012”

I went to see Hobbit yesterday. It is an “OK” movie. I won’t even spell the whole “Okay”. I felt that it was a little too long in the 3^rd quarter. Can’t wait to see the rest of the Hobbit movies.

Now I am sitting at home relaxing a bit after a long night with a smile and thought, ‘I am not going after any girl in “Permanent PMS” like a home schooled boy who was just let go out of his home’ I am glad my weight is getting under control but I still have a long way to go. As for everything else in life I have to say something like Bilbo Baggins says in Hobbit “I am not a hero” never promised I will be and I never will be and I never wanted to be one. So don’t expect to see me flying in tights wearing my underwear outside my tights.
   Here is a crazy thought, it sounds crazy now but this Lone Looney will make it real. Stop working and start living life in my own way. 2013 and years to come, here I come. For now, I am just starting to think to figure out the necessary resources to live in my own way. Peace folks.

 

Some of these may be a bit controversial… Don’t ask me question based on these. You will never, ever get an answer.

It is new year in many parts of the world.. but not in my neck of the woods.. Here life is still frozen in 2012. So what happened to me in the year passed?

1) What a happy new year I thought when 2012 was born.
2) Twins tried to date me. I walked away because a sweet darling I call “My Darling” in another language ruled me.
3)”My Darling” eventually decided. ‘This is it, I cannot tolerate the stress I get when I communicate with the Lone, Loony.
4) I tried to move on… wild dates, new models, new poem ideas… alas… all collapsed as I know I cannot love anymore.
5) As expected life came to a grinding halt.
6) Alia Mustafina and Gabby Douglas shown the world what speed, balance and control means.
7) Queen Elizabeth celebrated 60 years on throne.. Here is my question, Why? Why these stupid British still celebrate a monarch and her lavishness in the 21st century?
8) As I predicted, apocalypse did not happen.
9) My chosen candidate Obama won but I am afraid of his addiction to caving in front of unpatriotic conservatives.
10) Prostitutes named ‘Sandy’ were in high demand in New York area after Hurricane Sandy slammed North East. Many men after having sex with prostitutes named ‘Sandy’ yelled “I fucked Sandy”.
11) Economy in Europe is like women in 50s… All of a ruin.
12) After nearly 25 years I wept when I saw the little faces of angels shot down at an elementary school in CT.
13) Kim Kardashian is pregnant, Here is my question, Will the T.V people be able to “keep up” with her pregnancy and delivery?
14) 2013 is galloping at us. Lets not gallop ahead but just get along in peace and prosperity for all.

It is a poem I wrote, that’s about it. I don’t know the right of this or the wrong of this. I don’t care why I wrote it as I felt really bad before I started writing it and felt bad all through the time when I wrote it and when I read it once after I wrote it, I felt as if I betrayed myself. I don’t know you be the judge.

 

A Walk From Past To Future.

The whispers of the mind so well spoke,
About the glow in her eyes I saw,
“Open the heart O’ flesh and blood, heart you open,
For in those smiles you don’t see,
A wish for a thousand kisses in secret kept,
Ah’ the glow in those eyes seek,
The touch of your love upon her lips again and again.”

Love hesitates not and all doors of my heart I once closed,
To open for her love from the depths of my heart thrived,
Then to my conscience in silence I asked,
“Don’t you remember the pain we took?
Don’t you remember the despair we felt?
Blood still stains the doors of heart closed,
In the lost battle for love when love so fairly given,
But unacknowledged and trashed unfairly,
Do we need another pain filled misadventure?”

Silence through my mind spread,
And into a chilling fear it evolved,
As closer and closer her eyes came,
Then to me as if she read my mind she spoke,
“A beauty in perfection grown,
Is a beauty felt deep inside.
Pain upon your face I see,
Doubts upon your face I see,
And an undeniable truth too, I see,
And that truth is like a full grown Lotus,
A beauty by mud and dirt perfected,
Ah’ all I feel is what past pain and doubts perfected,
The love of yours will you honor me with?”

With eyes glued to her eyes I stood,
With every bit of strength in me I tried,
To feel her soul but nothing inside I felt,
Then to her with a smile less face I spoke,
“Reader of my mind the beauty of everyman’s love,
The honor is mine to take if a wonderful liar I become,
Not from a wound the past pain comes,
And the pain and doubt are only material to my love,
As in spirit my love to another I conceded,
The moment a blessing to my life she became.”

Then not giving another eye around her I walked,
But from the depth of my heart I once more spoke,
“Past is past and present is you, future what will be,
Will you walk with me and run with me becoming,
The love of future filled with only your love?’

I walked away from her with gladness of the truth I told,
The pace gradually increased as the pain in me increased,
Then the pain from inside of me in a flash left,
Ah’ a soft hand in my right hand I felt,
A thought said to me to look behind,
To my conscience my mind said,
“Shut up for good, let us be the past,
Let her love inside of him speak from now on”.
Without looking back, holding her hand tight I walked.

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After the 53 lines long writing with a depressing mood I raided my fridge and started cooking. Well what came out was not that depressing. Orzo Pasta, Spinach and Carrot, some Salmon and a Tilapia. I fried the tilapia and cooked the rest and ate. I know it is not a good idea to eat with a depressing mood. But you know what.. I loved it.

 

I am bored at myself, then I saw a T.V commercial where a pretty girl says to a guy, ‘You are boring, boring, boring” I felt like all people who knows me yelling at me what that pretty girl said. Hey I am a poet, poets go through emotional hells like this every day. Still I felt, I am a boring guy. Then I tried to send some paper works to government and I cannot find some originals. Usually I shout the ‘F’ word 50 times a min when things like that happen. But this time I remembered a pretty face I hate to forget. Then I went online and chatted with a random girl and looking at her I wrote this poem trying my best for a ‘distraction’ like Dr.House does in one of his shows. In all honesty, I failed miserably.

 

A New Age Symphony.

Your smile so precious,
You charm so wonderful,
Every time you blink,
Music fills my heart.

Through every music note I hear,
The rhythm of my heart beating,
Oh’ I knew not my soul dissolved,
In the love of yours as music came.

Hold my heart in symphonies you compose,
Touch my soul with melodies unheard,
Compose a new symphony with our names,
Your tunes counterpointing the tunes of mine.

We will weave dreams none ever seen,
In the music from our hearts play,
Hold my hand and take me in flight,
Of the dreams we both forever will see. 

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There is a little story behind this poem. After a long drive back home then a long sleep on a dusty mattress really messed my sinus badly. With that pain I went out to buy some groceries and meds. Then I thought I will get a tea from Starbucks and walked in there. I saw this stunningly beautiful girl standing right in front of me..Honestly, my friends and family, I really looked at her, you know what I mean when I said, looked. Hehehe…. This girl is about six foot tall and every guy even walking across the street is drooling after seeing her. Some guys I believe were cursing their pretty wives too. I stood there and I can see the guy in the Starbucks is waiting for her to go to him and he is all set to make her whatever she wants. Suddenly she turned to the side to look at a set of cups sitting beside us and there she saw me. First she didn’t notice me at all. After all who is going to look at a guy who is 42 years old, bulky around the waist, short and haven’t shaven for 3 days with grey hair even popping out of my nose? She took the cup moved a bit and turned around and asked me “You a real poet?” contrary to even my own belief I took couple of steps back because this girl got the most weird Eastern European accent I’ve ever heard.

I frowned and took a look up and said “I published a book in 2006, I hope that makes me a real poet”. 

She smiled and asked “Why not write a poem about me? I will buy you coffee..”

I can see at least 4 guys around and maybe couple of lesbians too looking at me and from their looks I can tell what is in their minds “Write it lucky bastard or we are going to nail you to the cold bench outside.”

I am no easy jack ass to get and it is not easy for me to write a poem with a lot of people around. I took a deep breath and told her “I don’t write poetry for coffee, promise you will hold my hand when I write with the other hand and I will write.”  

My best guess was she is going to say no. But she told “Sure I hold your hand on my chest.”  Now I know I am in trouble, I bought my tea and she paid for it. She then took my hand and we both walked to the table where she sat right beside me and there were like six people around watching what I am about to write. I took my journal from the bag and wrote the following poem. By the time I finished, all the folks reading the poem applauded. Well that was the first time I wrote a poem in the presence of anyone else. When I walked out of that Starbucks I didn’t took a look back at that beauty because from a little kiss she gave me I know I gave her something she will remember forever and I don’t think there is anything more she can offer.

   One request she denied though, to take a picture of her and add it to the post. She is from Hungary, she will leave from O’hare tomorrow. Maybe after reaching her homeland she may change her mind and email me her picture, if so I will add it to this. I am not sure about it though.

 Here is the poem I wrote in exactly 12 minutes with a smile filled beauty holding my right hand when I wrote this poem with my left hand..

To A Smile Filled Beauty.

The fallen leaves of fall are gone,
The winds brought heavier cold,
Your face in my mind warmth filled,
So did the love of mine for you in my soul.

Through different paths of life you and I pass,
In different parts of world we live,
Yet, forever your smile I will remember,
Forever your smiles will beautify my life.

Like the golden chariots of the evening sun,
You eyes spread the charms of love,
In the light from those eyes reflects,
Filled are the new definitions of love mankind unheard,

All my passion, all my compassion for you I will give,
All my expression of happiness and love I will fill,
With prettiness upon your face I see,
And every bit of sadness in your prettiness will dissolve.

So smile Oh’ my dear in the celebration of life,
Smile to fill the world with charms of love,
Every prayer of mine makes me a better poet,
As every prayer for your love I dedicate.
 

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