I am experimenting with reality, if that is not coming intomy life I will go and put myself into it. That’s what exactly I am doing. Butin all honesty this is a world I love and hate at the same time. Hehehe. Readthe following intro and poem. The two previous poems did not made it toLonelyPoet.Com collections. Go fishing in mind to find what happened. Hehehe.

One bit of lie and to make that look like a truth Oh it willmake life a never ending nightmare and when it is done by someone one cares. Ithurts. It only takes a smile and accept ones mistake to correct the wrong.Failure to do that will hurt oneself and everyone else.

        It is withsheer frustration, anger and sadness I woke up from sleep. As every move I madeto fix something backfired and I can feel the burning of soul deep inside.There are lot of mocking smiles but ah’ they know not. Their turn to step intothe fire will come.

Calamities In A Crooked Mind.

The silent night faded away as clashing clouds roared,
The migrating birds shivered in the lashing cold rain,
A dream around the dreamer with whispers roamed,
But sleep eluded the mind and eyes remained opened.

The depths of the sky so dark as light away from there stayed,
So far away stars twinkled to the naked eye,
Oh’ in real, in the chaos of truth they all burned away.
Mind once more at those images in real reflected.

Didn’t I opened to all those fancy pretenders,
Didn’t I stretched my arms to all those falling leaves,
Oh’ so many of them fell through the hands,
So many pushed away and to unknown depths fell.

When in the scattered ruins of dreams I saw I searched,
All the unreal, untruth and uncouth in my hands perished,
The little bit of reality remained glittered in hope,
Then in mockery of the unreal I chased upon my eyes glared.

The cloaks of truth once more I took to cover,
But the winds of the storm so strong me too withered,
And from hands once more truth and all that stood for it scattered.
The world and me in two far corners of universe spread.

This cycle of betrayal and failure, Oh’ many life times it stretched,
And only a half of it, seen, felt and lived and once more failed,
Oh’ no calamities will come out of thin air to shatter,
Any truthful mind that lived in the righteous paths.

This cycle of betrayal of oneself as a curse forever haunts,
The depths of eternity not even fools will try to gauge,
Oh’ please, please, please do not borrow crookedness,
For a short time pleasure that burns down the truth.

Oh’ please, please, please, know, every action,
Of even the meanest creatures sways the universe,
You, me and everyone in equal importance live,
A life none else but you and me can choose.

Liliana

The season of fall came with calm,
Feeling the top of the lake,
Unto it I looked and in minds eye saw,
Two lovely eyes with passions filled,
They both borrowed those passions,
From the thriving soul of yours.

The season of winter conquered,
Even the warmest corners with frost,
Time stood still like a man made snow man,
Even time woke up in foot step of yours,
And brought greenery and wild flowers,
Even when snow fell from the sky, uninterrupted.

The season of spring I remember,
The fresh bud taking life,
Then with care from wind and earth,
And into a mind calming flower bloomed,
Unto them I looked and in minds eye saw,
The spreading lips of yours,
They borrow the sweetness from a heart,
Filled with unconditional love.

From that love spread summer with wings,
And for warmth thrived but far away sun played,
Hide and seek behind thick dark clouds,
Into those days you walked,

And the glow from your skin filled the air,

The warmth of love again and again felt.

Oh’ what wonderful moments forever will remain,
In the life of the one you choose to share,
The summer, fall, winter and spring,
As with the scents and touch of yours,
Will bloom an everlasting spring filled with you.

I thought I will bore you all with the big one. Naa I am not done yet. This old lazy bones got sick but now I am far better. So later this week I will be back at it.

In my wanderings through the net, I met a wonderfulcharacter, Alena. Like her looks her behavior is also cute. I gave her thissites name and told visit the site there are more than 400 poems here to read.She asked for the best of it. I am putting in my favorite poem of mine.(hehehe). Song Of The Dying Nightingale 

Then when were talking she asked me can you write about me.I told sure. Looking at her I wrote the first part which I gave it to her then and there. Thebottom part was written couple of days back which I added afterwords 

Alena

A thousand rays of light ran fast,
And through the eyes passed to the soul,
The wonderful smile upon a cute, cute face,
And those eyes like butterflies flickered,
The soft curly hair touched her eyebrows,
And upon the nose sunlight danced,
And upon her hair the wind danced,
And through her giggles innocence danced,
And in the depths of her mind danced,
The feeling of compassion for all living.

Oh’ Alena,

Every spring day brings a new flower,
Every summer day brings in more warmth,
Every autumn day brings a bit more cold,
Every winter day freezes  everything,
Your eyes melts the soul of mine.

I wrote a post and the browser kinda screwed the whole post up. Daang. Anyway I don’t remember what I wrote. I am working on something old, most of the writing is going on in my mind than pen on paper or on computer. Yeah I haven’t used pen and paper to write for a long time now. This time as it is something I am working for a long time I know I have to get back to a normal mindset to do that. I am a bit off when I really started writing after a gruesome summer. Maybe down the road I will write about summer 2008. Anyway, I know most people are out there having the last bit of warmth before the cold will come and shut you all out. Enjoy, as this fall and winter is going to be a long, wild one. Just some thoughts that’s all.

Britishactor Sacha Baron Cohen appears on the catwalk during Jean-Charles deCastelbajac’s spring/summer 2009 women’s ready-to-wear fashion show inParis October 3, 2008.  REUTERS/Benoit Tessier

AnIsraeli Jewish settler (R) argues with a Palestinian woman while shefilms Israeli and foreign peace activists assisting a Palestinianfamily harvest their olives, near the Kyriat Arba Jewish settlement inthe West Bank city of Hebron, October 3, 2008. Militant Jewish settlersclashed with activists of the Rabbis for Human Rights movement near theWest Bank city of Hebron on Friday as they protected Palestiniansbeginning the annual olive harvest.  REUTERS/Nayef Hashlamoun

Touristsvisit the Nabi Musa Mosque in the Judean desert some 31 km (19 miles)east of Jerusalem October 3, 2008. Nabi Musa is considered to be a holysite for Muslims because it houses the grave of Prophet Moses one ofthe great prophets of Islam.  REUTERS/Yannis Behrakis

Residentsflee the floodwaters of Minatitlan in Mexico’s state of VeracruzOctober 3, 2008. More than 7,000 people have been evacuated in Veracruzafter heavy rains along Mexico’s Gulf coast caused flooding. REUTERS/Stringer/Mexico

REFILE- CORRECTING SPELLING OF TEAM NAME Aprilia 250cc rider Alex Debon ofSpain crashes in the first qualifying practice session of theAustralian Grand Prix at Phillip Island October 3, 2008. REUTERS/Mick Tsikas

Democraticpresidential nominee Senator Barack Obama (D-IL) buys a bouquet ofwhite roses for his wife Michelle on the occasion of their 16th weddinganniversary, at Penny’s flowers in Glenside, Pennsylvania, October 3,2008. Following a campaign rally in Abington, Pennsylvania, Obama willfly to Chicago to spend a private night with his wife on theiranniversary.  REUTERS/Jason Reed

We stand, hang our heads disbelieving
then not knowing how could such a thing be wrong
we wonder just what must they be thinking
to take a life of one so young

So tell me when will it be over now, how soon?
how far must they go, to prove to you?

We wait and we wonder how this happened
killing the old, the innocent, the young
while sons follow in fathers footsteps not understanding
that what they do could somehow be so wrong

So tell me when will it be over now, how soon?
how far must they go, to prove to you?
So we will wait and we’ll wonder

No regrets, no forgiveness, no compassion
these brave heroes only know to hit and run
slowly my sadness turns to rage and we wonder
how can these scars ever heal, when all is said and done

So tell me when will it be over now, how soon?
how many tears must fall to prove to you?
please tell me, when will it be over now, how soon?
and how far must they go, to prove to you?

So we wait and we wonder

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An image of the planet Mercury, made during theJanuary 2008 flyby of the planet by the Mercury Surface, SpaceEnvironment, Geochemistry and Ranging (MESSENGER) spacecraft is seen inthis image released by NASA July 3, 2008. The image shows thatvolcanoes were involved in plains formation and suggest that itsmagnetic field is actively produced in the planet’s core. MESSENGER will once more whiz over Mercury’s crater-scarred surface next Monday, getting alook at the third of the planet closest to the sun that has never beenseen close-up before.

APalestinian woman prays in a cemetery in Ramallah on the first day ofEid al-Fitr, which marks the end of the holy fasting month of RamadanSeptember 30, 2008.  REUTERS/Fadi Arouri

The Northern wind took the hands of summer and sung,
A song that reflected the feeling summer left,
In the heart and soul of every living being,
In the warmth and the leaving light I looked,
And dipped the quill into my own soul and wrote.

The colors left and the drizzles moved,
The clouds vaporized for sun to show a smiling face,
For many who saw life and the time given materially,
It’s just another day when you came, with warmth all around.

The sun spread his wild wide wings,
And pushed dawn and dusk for more daylight time,
Oh’ the warmth of the sun stood by and watched,
The warmth of love you left in my heart spread.

The light of the sun float around and kissed,
Every corner of your face and reflected into my soul.
The stars in the summer nights danced,
Leaving joy of love of each other in our hearts.

Now the Northern winds sing again and again,
An anthem of love we feel now and forever will feel,
As souls of ours together stands and wave goodbye,
To the warmth, golden twilight and longer days,
As we learned to confine in the love of each other.

Clips from September 24, 2008, Late Show with David Lettermanwhere he roasts, trashes, attacks, and mocks John McCain have forcanceling appearance and doing an interview with Katie Couric instead.

This is a picture I found in the RussiaToday T.V website.

Summer is over, but there are some more days before I will be fullyfunctional. The air started growing heavier and heavier. So it is thattime of the year when this poet opens his mind. So here we go to thefall and winter, when the trees of imagination of this poet blooms.

The Loser’s Words.

Once upon a time a silly thought in my mind I felt,
And then like a goldsmith that thought I melted,
Then like that precious metal the thought I molded.

Through days and nights, spring and fall,
Summer and winter, wandered and wandered,
Like a blind man in the middle of desert,
The thought melted and molded, again and again.

Drove through dark paths, fought through bad luck,
Time became transparent for that precious wonderful thought,
Beyond the veils of mind when feelings opened mind,
Oh’ reality blown up all the fallen leaves.

Silence loomed all around, though wind with a heavy hand punched,
The burning fires grew stronger, the ever watchful owl moaned,
Venomous serpents passed by with hunger and fear,
Oh’ life without the thought a nightmare become.

Not so far, yet not so near you are,
The brightest eyes I know sprouting the glow,
Of a wonderful soul I know and feel in every breath.
But every step I put forward swept you further and further.

Now no more I can move as too far you are,
And the ways, too cumbersome to crawl,
Though I fell losing all hopes I know,
One day time into your soul will whisper,
The words of love I kept in my mind to tell.

ScatteredRuins, the poem takes its name from the last line. The subject of thepoem is something I thought of not writing for a long long time. But Iwrote. Read the intro of the last poem I posted, you will know what Imean. If still in doubt ask me.

Scattered Ruins

The wind move the sands on the shore,
As slowly picked up a little shovel found,
Dug deep to find wet sand and with it built,
A little castle from impressions in mind,
Impressions left when a dream I saw,
A dream seen bit by bit everyday,
And years of passion filled love it gave,
Oh what a wonderful structure the castle took.

Poured along are the colors, the grassy meadows,
The fields of scent giving blossoms,
All filled around a castle that kept the feelings,
Feeling of a life time of love and love beyond life.

The waves stronger and stronger crashed,
With the wind from the East blowing,
And silence deep in the waves buried,
As the sea to every mind spoke,
None knows what the meaning of every bubble blown,
And none knows the wrath with which she broke,
Every sandcastle built by innocent hearts,
And at them, dead fish and rotten algae she threw,
As if to show her dislikes, from the darkest depths,
Maybe to say a sandcastle was built to break,
As nothing can bind it all together.

As in meditative walks with every ounce of energy tries,
To forget, to forgive oneself and to live in empty shell,
Every time I close my eyes I see,
The scattered ruins of a castle washing away.