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November 4, 2006 2:16 PM

One Soul

Weekend Update…

Nothing much going on in this bright, windy and cold weekend. I am still not well, but better. I have no hopes or wishes anymore. Like John Mellencamp sung, “Life Goes On, Long After The Thrill Of Living Is Gone”. I just thought I will leave one of my latest pictures in here.

This picture was taken during the Eid prayer ceremony that ended the month of Ramadhan on October 23^rd in Kansas. I am waiting for the prayers to start.

Have you ever heard anyone asking to be banned from a forum? I did, from the Academy Of American Poets discussion forum. Their workshops are a sham to poetry. When I asked to be removed from their website. You can imagine what went on for some days. They are sadists, who sit their to kill young poets poetic innovations. These old school waste don’t understand the modern day mindset. If anyone ever says they are in anyway associated with the Academy Of Poets. I will never look at their face again. As for me, I don’t care a shit about who says what, about my poetry. I know what is poetry better than anyone and if anyone want to read my poetry, read it and be enchanted, otherwise join the academy and get lost.

Here is a poem I wrote originally to be given to a girl. She is gone, gone, gone. She was a wonderful friend. I hope and pray good things will come to her and her life wherever she is will be for the better. This indeed is the greatest loss of my life. A great friend. I will write more about Alexandra, as of now, I am just too sad to write anymore.

One Soul.

Bright light in my heart filled,

When pleasant thoughts in meditations found,

And with a cheerful smile,

To you I come.

The glory of mind in my search filled,

The glow of life in my senses filled,

And with that glow in my soul,

To you I come.

The veil of the morning lifted,

When your face I saw,

And the brightness I gathered,

In every meaning fulfilled,

When to you I come.

The noon time sun bowed,

When in your thoughts at sky I looked,

And the glory of you in every sense filled,

When to you I come.

New meanings of gladness I found,

When upon your eyes I looked,

That precious soul to mine every time spoke,

When to you I come.

Gladness in every way you define,

But to my eyes you look,

And seek the completeness of your joy,

When to you I come.

In the glory of love to each other dissolve,

The material passions in each other we kept,

But forever exists only one soul,

As our souls merged as one in romance and love.

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November 3, 2006 9:41 AM

Enjoy The Weekend

Mo Cuishle,

People disappearing, it is bizarre, my friend Shaun, gone, no idea he is dead or alive. To confuse things more, his girlfriend and mother of his two children called in tears to know his whereabouts. The way he left was also really weird. He moved in from L.A and brought his girlfriend and kids to settle down here. Rented an apartment brought all furniture and everything else needed. After two weeks he invited me for dinner and during dinner he told. She and kids are going back and all the things in the apartment is yours. That stunned me. He sent his girlfriend and kids by Greyhound from Albany to L.A. I took a storage place and we both took a truck and moved all the stuff into that storage. Two T.Vs, Two DVD players, one a DVD recorder, a brand new bed that cost him nearly $2000.00 then all the kitchen items. One dressing table. He then moved in with me in my hotel for couple of days. One day when I was not there he called me and said he left and wanted me to leave his wallet which he forgot to take at the front desk. That really confused me because whoever wanted to pick up that wallet don’t want me to see them.

Second one, Alexandra or Sasha. A good friend of mine for more than a year and a half. I told her I will meet her after Ramadhan, every one who knows us was expecting us to meet on 25th October. She never showed up. No one knows where she is. None can say she is dead or alive either.

The rest is more crazy. My cousin, who followed me in every footstep from a very younger age. I talked to him last week. He cursed me for being alone.

My book flopped much worst than I ever imagined. Then my health, got a respiratory infection that confused even the best doctors here. The antibiotics I am taking costs about $85.00 a tablet. I need to take it three times. Money is not the problem as insurance takes care of it. Those medicines tires me down.

So all of it making my whole life the worst infection around. Sorry Mo Cuishle I couldn’t give any good news, still I wish you a very wonderful weekend.

November 3, 2006 12:31 AM

With every reason I can I find I thought…. I figured out… I amfreaking depressed. But I will not go down with this, I will only goahead with this.

November 1, 2006 10:45 AM

Remembering A Soul I never loved.

Alexandra, I am not going to say who is she or where did I met her. All I will say is I met her first in March 2005. A wonderful model that’s what I said at that time. I started a practice at that time of looking into the eyes of someone and write what I feel. Except on Alexandra I have written poems on everything else. The silly stubborn girl of early 20s amused me every time I saw her. Then I stopped that practice and joined Xanga. Rest is history most of my subscribers know already. But recently when I started working on the second collection of my poems called “Yesterdays” I started a practice I left more than a year back. The one face that came to my mind was that of Alexandra. I went back where I found her. She was still there a year older. Like the click of a hand she remembered me. I wrote and wrote a lot. Ten of those poems are collected and named as “Romantic Feelings” I will try to get that published. If there is a will there is a way… I will let you know when it is fully ready. Now what is the relevance of all this. Read the following poem. In all there will be eleven poems in that collection. This is the last one.

I am still sick, it started like an allergy. Couple of days back I saw the doctor and he told, the entire upper respiratory system is infected by some virus. I got that from the office. So I decided I am going to give it to everyone else in the office. I am in the office working now. Let all these idiots get it and sneeze. I can already hear couple of sneezes. Selfishness at its heights isn’t it. Haha. That’s me… tit-for-tat I will return the brutality done to me. I am allergic to penicillin. So the other Antibiotics are too harsh to me. Makes me hungry like a wolf……..mmmm that’s a line from the poem. I am losing my mind too now haha.

Remembering A Soul I never loved.

Remember I, those eyes like stars in sky sparkling,

Filled in them, passion for life merged with enchantment.

Remember I, those smiles, like a bright summer morn,

With the brightness of a soul, in blessings filled.

Those words like prayers chanted,

And weaved in tune and sung,

Memories dance in tunes holding,

Her hands from imaginations sprout.

Darkness its meaning in every way shown,

As she faded away like winter evening, fast,

Even memories in confusion laid tired,

Oh’ all gone as only a dark silhouette remain,

Undone from life, Ah’ the pain of parting,

Howling like a hungry wolf,

Conscience scavenged the body for comfort,

Oh’ parted those comforts too for destinies unknown.

Still a craving somewhere in the brain remains,

For a sight of those smiles and eyes wonderful,

For the echo of her sound deep in my soul,

And to feel the reflection of the glow of her skin.

There is a silhouette I still see,

But it is nothing but reflection of my crystal tears,

In happiness of her welfare, or in sadness of her parting,

The perplexed mind still can’t decide.

Did I loved that soul or not, I still can’t say,

Maybe loved her a little more, I should have,

Someday every definition in union may say,

Our brief encounter existed far above,

Every romantic definition humanity ever known.

October 30, 2006 11:38 PM

I keep the Xanga site open only for you to read my works. Anyway the
sites will be there… as long as you are there. Don’t worry. I don’t
know when you will see another post from me though. I just can’t say.

October 30, 2006 10:33 AM

Mo Cuishle,

Somehow you come to my site these days when I am in the shower, or in a meeting. Today I was in a meeting sneezing and the alert came. My boss told me, “No way you can take that message now. Finish the meeting.” Mmm Usually when I get the alert I leave meetings.

Now, It would’ve been easier if you told me that you lost your camera earlier, like before I asked you about it isn’t it. Actually you did forgot another thing. I requested you to write a review in Amazon. Mmm if you don’t want to do it, you don’t have to. Don’t think that I am putting forward conditions before you after giving you a gift. Both are not a must. Do it at your convenience. Well… you kinda saved me the trouble of shutting down my sites hehehe.. yesterday by noon time I told… in 24 hours if she don’t respond I will shut it all down. I don’t know why. May be the nasal infection I have now is getting into my brain hahaha. Anyway enjoy the season of fall

October 28, 2006 11:07 PM

You came in exactly when I got into the showers and I got the alert there. Daang

You Said “That last post sounded very directed.”

Why would you think in that way, if you got nothing to do with that
post? In fact that post was solely directed at you. Do you remember the
last time we chatted on MSN? You were holding my book in your hands.
What did you told when you left? Remember anything? Think again. If you
don’t remember let me know. I will tell you what promise you forgot.

October 28, 2006 8:06 AM

Forgetting or Ignoring a promise is equal to telling a lie.When forgotten and ignored, it is better to fade away.

October 20, 2006 12:00 PM

Off To Kansas

Nearly a month of prayers, meditations and fasting. Itis going to be over in another couple of days. So I amgoing to spend those two days with my brother and his family inOverland Park , Kansas. It is also sometime to remember thegreatest influence in my life. My father, in 1993 on the 29thmorning of Ramadhan he died. 14 years passed the influence and memories he left will not fade from my soul forever.

You all have a wonderful weekend. I apologize that I couldn’t leave apoem for you all. I am just too tired. In the middle of the day when alot of packing remaining. I can barely keep my eyes open.

October 16, 2006 4:08 PM

The Last Word Of Love.

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Where is the darkness that haunted my mind?
Where are the faceless images that tried to scare me?
Illusions in a battered mind scatter,
As reality of a wonderful dream as your face seen.

I started gnawing on those four lines I wrote on Friday evening all night Friday night and the weekend then on Sunday. Eventually the following came out. Finishing a poem in the middle of the night and posting ittowards the middle of the day. See those four lines stands on its own, but I know there is more than just the four lines in there. If I try I can write a poem like this for each of those lines. But I don’t overwrite consciously. Last couple of nights were amazing. I have no words to explain it. Well that helped to finish this poem.

Read.

The day upon my side of earth ended its reign,
But no darkness entered my life as bright everything remained,
Where is the darkness that haunted my mind?
Everyday I can remember from my life.

Those images all days and nights that haunted,
During day time through wind slapped my face,
At night in the cover of dark hunted my mind,
Faceless they were, now into thin air disappeared.

Are those mere illusions that out of fear, sprout?
Or, are those byproducts of fantasy from childhood days?
But whatever they may be inside the walls of mind they scatter,
As the battered mind with merging of senses rejuvenates.

Through every senses to my mind storm,
The reality of all dreams I’ve ever seen and known,
And through every veins of mine roam,
Feeling of love from my senses, newborn.

Oh’ my senses forgot the material existence,
Of everything natural that exists,
As what felt in every sense,
Held them in the prison of passions.

Time reckoned the arrival of perfection,
Nature into a soul in essence dissolves,
And in meditation of love to you I come,
A God given blessing for every dark hour I spent.

Now I remember the sayings of the spiritual people,
More blessings and glow nights holds,
Than the brightest sunny summer day.
As to my soul you whisper,
The last word of love I wanted to hear.