She – Four.




She – Four.

About the childhood days a lullaby she wrote,
And forgot every word of that well rhymed verse,
About the adolescent days a ballad she wrote,
And let world around her fall in love with love.

All the gone by days and years as a monument stood,
Of a life from the roughest thoughts polished,
As a gem of the precious nature,
Shedding light into even the darkest minds.

A narrative about the lifetime ahead she must write,
Alone in this world she never will be,
As she know what loneliness means,
Alone she never will leave, any loving heart, in pain.

And with every moment of the rest of her life,
A monument of love, compassion and joy she will build,
Everyone through her sense passed,
As heavenly blessings through their life will cherish.

Beautiful she is and the beauty inside her out glows,
The beauty mankind ever seen,
And that beauty in the perfection of life celebrates,
And that beauty in the imperfection of life weeps.

A beauty in all perfection for the woman in her waits,
As world around her in hopes and wishes gathers,
To celebrate the love and compassion of the blessing,
That comes from the life of a wonderful woman.

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The Light In A Dark Nightmare.

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Romance had left him at the time of his birth,
And every step to a romantic love to him brought,
Darkness and the dancing devils of a world unknown,
And life in every aspects became a living nightmare.

Unloved and unloving through the brightness he walked,
Beautiful life, Oh’ how wonderful the world became,
His smiles brought gladness into many minds,
His words brought love to many loving minds.

Then on that day, Oh’ wonderful day when he walked,
Through yet another light filled day among falling leaves,
He saw her the cuteness his soul called “darling” instantly,
To wander away he tried but her smile caught him in love.

To drown his love every time he met her he tried,
Ah’ love is an emotion that disrupted every moment,
Of a life he spent in smiles and talks and gladness spread,
And one day he gave her scarves, a gift of memory.

Though no gesture of love from her he got,
Heart somewhere tangled in the web of lives,
His thoughts and mind none around understood,
And life, Oh’ history made no error, into abyss fell.

The world doesn’t know the reality and the unreal,
The sanctity of his love rejected and insulted,
Darkness never forget and once more into life entered,
The aching heart feared to fall asleep to avoid nightmares.

Every day in the web of the world a knock he hears,
And taking a moment from the little reality between them,
He wrote and wrote what dreams of light he can see,
Ah’ she became the light in a life with darkness filled.

Meaningless maybe but his life dedicated for a smile,
Of a girl his soul still calls “darling” achingly.

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Stairs Into A Whirlpool.

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Lights from stars, crescent moon and distant planets crept,
Into the night spreading dreams, hopes, and giggles in sleep,
Wonder if any of those souls realize that this too is reality,
A poet in protest sat wondering, what reality truly means.

The cycles of life, ah’ very little humanity realizes,
Oh’ they come to each of us through time on the same stage,
Actors differ, theme the same the lost souls and new ones,
Ah’ they hide well the repetition as we all gain and lose.

The poet through many cycles of his life went,
The childhood, adolescent, youth and middle age,
New times, new places, new faces ah’ all went well,
But in each cycle one part failed to materialize; love.

At every cycle to a point he reached, with a face,
Love progressed a bit as a bit more he matured,
But the faces in every cycle, Oh’ to his love shown,
Fake smiles and fabricated stories and built one step.

And at every cycle of life the previous step built he took,
A new face to his life comes and the mockery continued,
New cycle and came a new face that completed the stairs,
Into a whirlpool where turned and turned her image.

Back and forth through every step he went with the aim,
Not to fail as no more faces he can take for in his soul,
The definition of love and companionship took her face,
Oh’ she loves the poetry, as she fills every line of them.

Oh’ she loves the poetry, as whirlpool fills with her image,
And the swirling life at that point stuck as she loves the poetry,
Not the poet, the reality behind the poetry the one who wrote,
Her image in that whirlpool knowing there is no way out.

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Inseparable Union.

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The speed of light, Oh’ unthinkable to humans,
Still the unity of colors we all unquestionably enjoy,
But when in a prism looked, Oh’ all I see are colors,
Some I liked, some I disliked, others just faded.

Like those colors in constant questioning came,
Questions from the unseen, but well felt conscience,
About the validity of the love eternally I seek,
Ah’ I wonder every time a new question comes,

How many more questions in questioning you will ask,
Conscience, about the validity of my love for her?
How many more combinations of chaotic confusions laid,
In a mind to drag away into oblivion my love for her?

As answer less question into thin air fades,
Comes into life the fantastic fascinations of fate,
The juggler throws up faces and moves them along,
Ah’ they come in temptations in smiles and some in tears.

And to that fate and faces I look with a thankful smile,
As my soul learn purity in the questions that rises,
How many faces in prettiness filled, with wisdom filled,
And with wealth filled temptations you will show?

Oh’ falter I will not in the times of good and bad,
Falter I will not in the tests of fate blabbering conscience,
For my heart in an inseparable union with love unknown,
To mankind yet, and she in her youthful ways finding paths.

Paths to a heart and a soul only for her from this day,
Till the end of days dedicated in gladness and in sadness,
In smiles and in tears; in emotions and in flesh and blood,
Oh’ everything united for her with the sweetness of love.

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Flight Of The Fabricated Fog.

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The world around at each other barked,
And mauled and punched each other to win,
What anyone ever won, none knows but lost,
Track the defeat to humanity they all brought.

Peace and harmony, ah’ how wonderful they sound,
Politics and ideologies, ah’ how horrible they defeat,
The sanctity of peace and harmony between people,
And unite us as dust into forgotten particles of past.

Away from the brutality of humanity thoughts flew,
And between world carnage and mind blown,
Fog from a feeling wonderfully from a fire pit built,
And into each rolls of fog spoke a word or two about love.

Love mind feel when about a dearest, darling I think,
Is that the love of mine for her I feel?
Or is that the love of her my meditative mind feel?
Oh’ I care not for the answer as life becomes beautiful.

“What makes life so fantastically beautiful?”
To the questioning conscience asked with a smile,
“Isn’t it all a delusion, love, life, and even conscience?”
The fog thickened and flew taking mind to flight.

The more I questioned my love for her the more I questioned,
Her love for me, ah’ the fog thickened and faster mind flew,
Dreams don’t penetrate the thickness of the fabricated fog,
Oh’ dear, my dearest, where do I find reality, I thought.

Oh’ I wish, I wish, I were crazy enough to hear voices,
Nothing I heard, nothing I saw and inward I looked,
There are no fog in my heart, only hopes about love,
And when back to hopes I touched all fog cleared.

In those clearing fog no darkness I saw but leafless trees,
Waiting for our love to flourish in the days ahead,
And be together caring and sharing gladness of each other,
Oh’ let us not be the forgotten particles of a long gone past.

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Prayer From A Blessed Lover.

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Oh’ how audacious I thought I am,
When to you in love I said “I like you”,
Thousands of verses filled dreams sprouted,
With you my dearest, my darling as the fulfillment.

But through playful days and prayer filled nights,
Through aches and slips, little by little I learned,
The humility my love for you evolved into,
Than the audacity and arrogance of wacky romance.

In those humility, every bit of myself I learned,
And my conscience took lessons to be a simple man,
And through every moment of life disciplined,
To be a better lover, a better blessing, a better man.

Oh’ now as I bow in respect, in love, into meditating prayers,
Ah’ I wish no ill will come to you who reads my heart,
May the blessings of this world shower upon you,
And may the unwritten times beyond be a blessing for you.

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Gift Of The Penancing Stars.

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Suffered, the stunning reality of an unknown animosity,
By what circumstances or gossips of ignorant people,
Or just a feeling by some wayfarer devil laid,
Into her heart where hate for anyone existed.

So silently into a heart crept and fed the soul anger,
Ah’ every action of a loving man she saw as a reason,
Not to like, not smile at, not ever to see him again,
Walked away, face turned, life hidden, love declined.

And from the anger grew darkness that shut feelings,
Feelings insanely tumultuous with no senses to reason,
Ah’ sleep came as a blessing but in sleep came darkness,
And in them danced shadows that screamed love verses.

Then in every sense sprouted wings that took them,
Into a flight through unfelt, into a descend to unknown,
Oh’ mind became a valley where even nightmares dared,
Through five senses into that mind uninvited arrived, fear.

Every waking moment she looked, as with uneasiness felt,
The feeling of a man only through anger and fear known,
Oh’ every time she felt him in anger and fear, melted,
A portion of heart that love her beyond her knowledge.

But through the language of heart, again and again, remade,
Lost portions and taught he to love from rejuvenation,
And light-filled days became more brightened,
Star filled nights became, many newborn, light years away.

As each one of them in timeless rotations penanced,
Every new day into his heart brought a new line of verse,
For him to feel the love, ah’ only for her meant,
For her to lose, anger and fear in the healing of time.

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