This is the poem Annabel Lee by Edgar Allan Poe. I read this during one of my shows for some young authors who asked how to get a proper opening for a poem or short story.
A Bad Idea.
The morning was awesome I just slept like a log for how many hours I don’t know. I woke up to a magic and it lasted for some time. From about 8 lines I wrote a while back I went up and down to write the new in the Magic Of Julia series.
“Farewell flames, through mind like wild fires spread,
As every corner of my soul with her love she filled,
And into every bit of my life herself she merged,
Leaving a silhouette of true love for the world to see.
Farewell flames that in slow heat burned all my thoughts,
And in mind left the filth of depression, of love unacknowledged,
As every word of love from her as soothing rain lashed,
And filled in every vein of mine sprouting everything new.”
Then the morning spread, it is cold and I see that the birds in my backyard finished an entire tube of feed in less than 24 hours. Wow they are packing up for the winter. Two months before after some stale months I wished for a change. It was a bad idea. That’s all I can say.
Have a great day everyone.
The Fucked Up Reality.
What a let down by President Obama in the first presidential debate. I thought he is going shut down the campaign of Mitt Romney last night by nailing him down with very many wrong doings and sayings of Mitt Romney. He had this incredible opportunity to call a liar, a liar in front of the entire nations on his face. Obama just stood there with his head down when Romney kept on pouring his lies one after the other. This is what happens when you deal with conservatives they lie, again and again they lie and they even lie in the name of God. That’s what they are good at and I was least surprised by the lies Mitt Romney told. Maybe Obama is going to get his act together in the next debate, I don’t know. But at least in the next debate Mr.President don’t just stand there like a teenager being scolded for peeping into neighbors wife taking bath. Tell the truth on the face and take the consequences of telling the truth. The truth is the Republican congress blocked you from implementing your plan. The truth is America kept on losing jobs because of outsourcing done by people like Mitt Romney. The truth is there are millions of people in America who are suffering because of the Republican Congress. That’s A Reality.
Now I am writing a pretty long poem, I haven’t really written anything like this in a long time though…. Here are some lines from the poem
“Gather not the memories of a time lost,
For in them the light of a loving soul resides,
Let the flames of your lost love die in frost,
May the light of morrows be your guide.”
I am working with three different models to get a grip on this poem. It is a lot of fun when working with a model girl who knows nothing about what I am doing. Honestly I miss the last model, who really even in her anger can inspire me better than these three models. That’s my truth and my reality. Well the last I heard about her, if I am thinking and interpreting things in her way of thinking through which she interpreted what I said..She is shuttling between Michigan and Illinois trying to hit on truckers. Maybe her bitchy friends are not giving her any ride. I don’t know, but when you are with fucked up friends then you will get really fucked up. That’s a general reality. Anyway I will post the poem when it is ready. You all maybe wondering why no more Magic of Julia poems.. I decided to make it a kindle book and it will be released by Christmas. That’s the plan, well my plan can change any moment. That’s another fucked up reality.
Love Made Me An Unknown Man To Myself
I was sitting in the middle of the night thinking about the way life always gets reset without us noticing it. I looked back at some events in the last one year and it only made me smile. Maybe I am a very lucky man to smile at many things that happened and I am a very lucky man to get chances over and over again. That very thought made me say the title of this poem. Rest of the poem just flowed from there.
Have a fantastic day.
Love Made Me An Unknown Man To Myself.
The sea like the vastness of imaginations spread,
In depths, dark and mysterious secrets held,
Silence in some corners in stillness loomed,
And roaring waves with unknown vengeance unrolled.
The vastness of sea and imaginations merged,
As near the never ending shore I sat,
The wicked winds with fury against my mind flew,
Splashing waves into imaginations, diluting images in mind.
Mind a Pandora’s Box none want to open,
And through the vastness of time mind upon imaginations flew,
Backwards through every moment with her in apologies,
And in tiredness of my dreams, time in exhaustion fell.
The galloping time returned me to a reality so ugly,
The pathos of a tune many times heard lingered,
Still for a moment about her I remembered,
And a million roses in the folds of my heart danced,
When against the wicked winds walked,
Once more to the vastness of the sea I looked,
Ah’ somewhere in the depths of that sea lost,
A man in all truths I no longer recognize in me.
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The Admiring Spider.
My model Julia had some issues so we were not able to communicate at all. So all works on that series is paused but not stopped. I thought I may have to abandon the whole thing but no she contacted me and informed me about her difficulty. See this is good, as keeping in touch and informing me about the issue she has. Otherwise I will be waiting forever, which I hate to the core of my life. But unfortunately there were and are people who loves doing that. I feel poor, helpless and abandoned when someone makes me wait. So I will be back on track with those poems soon.
When I was browsing through the web I met a girl called Gulnara she I believe lives in Poland. I don’t know much about her and I was trying to chat with her but her English was terrible. The event I am speaking in the poem happened and I saw the whole thing on Video..Read the poem you will know what I mean.
The Admiring Spider.
Through silence step by step the spider moved,
Looking at a beauty, who in digital magic sat amazed,
Her flowing hair she caressed, her bright hazel eyes watched,
Some words of praise, some words of insult and many meaningless love.
Step by step up the spider moved,
And wondered “Oh what a wonderful beauty”,
And in his own praise looking at the beauty he sat,
“Aaaah” the beauty screamed,
Looking at the spider up the tripod climbed,
Not knowing the admiration in the mind of the crawler.
Fear upon the face of beauty spread,
Even in fear her beauty brighter shined,
Then the beauty from view of the spider disappeared,
Oh’ what disappointment through the spider spread.
The world with good and bad filled,
Fear makes the world a more dangerous place,
And the spider seen not the beauty behind,
“Tup” it sounded and the beauty won her fight,
The dying spider took one more glance,
At the beauty who looked prettier in her victory.
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Flight Through Falling Leaves.
Here is the next poem in the series ‘The Magic Of Julia’ I wrote this poem right after Julia left and her pretty face was still in mind in full. As I walked outside I felt that she is still with me. That triggered the idea.
Flight Through Falling Leaves.
The seasons passed and flowers left,
Many other singers to warmer pastures flown,
The color of sky by grey shade of light painted,
And the cheeks of the spreading cold the wind kissed.
One by one the leaves all around him fell,
The green ground with brown dead leaves filled,
The rain from heavens with cold breeze fell,
The setting sun everyday left one last warm kiss.
All around he flew with a song so warm,
And in that warmth the morning mist melted,
And upon the drying out weeds fell,
As through the falling leaves in the plains he flew.
What kept the nightingale warm a mystery,
Mother Nature through her wonders waited,
To learn the reasons of gladness that kept him warm,
As every bird left their nests and away all flown.
Death everywhere in a wild dance loomed,
Still way above leafless trees in early morning heard,
The song of a bird that in every mind embedded,
The image of a smiling girl with blue eyes filled,
With love new born and shared in every breath she took,
Such is the magic love in minds can bring,
No cold, heat, rain or snow can slow its spread,
As with the image of Julia through the falling leaves he flew.
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The Dream Of The Nightingale.
The second poem in the series. There are some changes from the original as I edited mostly the last two stanzas. Enjoy
The Magic Of Julia.
The Dream Of The Nightingale.
The rhythm of a dancer step by step felt,
Into that rhythm his heartbeat synched,
Oh’ nothing can limit the power of a dream,
No limit on what one can dream, placed.
In the valley of dreams he flew,
Along the winds who took him high,
And he saw butterflies kissing flowers,
Oh’ beauty on beauty all around spread.
Then from above the flicker of her wings he saw,
The flying beauty through air moved,
Her wings spread and for the prefect flower she searched,
And every flower for her gentle touch yearned.
Down to the flower filled valley he flew,
And the rhythm of his heart gave music,
And the valley in the gentle wind swayed,
As scent from flowers along with him spread.
Along with her over smiling flowers he flew,
And every flower brightened as over them she flew,
His heart in their gladness pounded,
And they both in unison upon a tree rested.
Oh’ the gladness from his heart to her he shared,
And her wings slowly to his heartbeat moved,
And to his surprise the face of Julia filled the dream,
The beauty of every butterfly turned to reflect Julia.
Ah’ the naughty wind awoke him by blowing pollen,
Though not to his pleasure in inevitability he woke
From her eyes the color blue filled the sky,
As everything his view saw filled with Julia’s image.
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The Magic.
Here is first of a new set of poems I am going to post.
The Magic Of Julia.
The Magic.
Moonlight through phases came,
Covering darkness of night in veils,
The nightingale alone to the wind sang,
About a pretty girl far, far away lived.
“Fill the mind O wind with the scent of her,
Whom Mother Nature can’t live without,
The compassion her blue eyes gave,
The adoration her fingers gave,
Ah’ my tunes only reflection of her speech,
The moonlight veil the glow of her,
Fill my mind and yours O wind with the beauty of her.
Daylight wakes when in love she smiles,
Oh’ time of this era in her beauty sanctified,
And footsteps of history will remember,
The glory of her compassionate soul,
The good in the heart, the greatness in her actions,
Beautifies every mind by her beauty encountered”
The nightingale paused, veils removed,
Sun took his glory from the subject nightingale sang,
The nightingale from memory once more seen,
The beauty divine as an honor of his voice shown,
As glory of sleep consumed his conscience mind,
The beauty deep in his sub-conscious danced.
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The Pure Soul.
This poem was written based on a whole bunch of pictures. None of the pictures can be used in public as the photographer gave it to me only for personal use. Understand every two lines is based on a different picture and the last two lines I used the photographer’s video and putting it all together I made a video and sent it to her. This is the text version of the poem. Hope you all will enjoy this.
The Pure Soul.
The seasons over the plains wandered,
Caressing wild flowers and through winds singing,
Blooming smiles all around with color filled flowers,
And faces brightened in warmth of seasons passing.
Though the warmth of seasons faded,
And flowers only in bouquets seen,
The fallen lovers and their died romance,
Ah’ lessons of ‘morrows to come, well written.
Still in souls embedded were dreams weaved,
And in those dreams minds intoxicated,
Trying hard to keep feeling green,
Oh’ many died in mindless choices made.
Some faces only smiled and left,
Some faces used smiles as a veil,
Then there are those with their pure soul,
Makes everyone smile, unconditionally.
A Lifetime Of Love.
I have a good friend from Russia, she is one of the best photographers I have met in recent times. She sent me some of her pictures and browsing through the first set of pictures I wrote the following little poem. I made a short video with the images and poem. But as I do not have permission to use the pictures in public I am not posting the pictures or videos. But here is the short little poem.
A Lifetime Of Love.
The winter wrath fell asleep,
As buds of spring time sprouted,
And new life around nature greened,
And filled every soul with peace.
Gathered are whispers in mist,
From thoughts of hearts in love
As her colorful wings Spring spreads,
The melancholic rhymes of winter erased.
As minds for reality paused,
Nature, feelings of lovers borrowed
And in the ink of love dipped,
Flowers in colors minds can express.
A lifetime of love.