My Love For May.


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My Love For May.

The strength of wind ploughed order in Nature and swept,
Through every corner of the town screaming,
The cry of lost lovers who all in failures to react failed.
Along the way the dried leaves the wind took,
And upon a tree I once planted showered,
Oh’ that little seed I once sowed,
Now as a tree to withstand the test of time grown.
Ah’ beside that tree I buried,
The love of mine a darling girl denied.

The month of May upon the lap of Nature birthed,
And she took the hand of the fallen spring and calmed,
The howling wind with love and care,
Then to every new growth she said, give me love,
And to her call no sprout so early in the season could answer.
And she stood stale and pale and wept,
The wind sang lullabies moving through the bamboo woods,
And moved the clouds from high above, bringing,
The shinning sun to warm up the cheeks of spring.

Still in gloom of loneliness May sat,
Counting hours passing by like wild stallions,
Her naughty looks in mind brought,
Light unseen by day or night,
Then in my mind I wished,
With all the power of my faith I wished,
With all the passions in all my life I had I wished,
To make my love for the month of may real,
A flicker in my heart I felt,
And I ran all around to see,
I ran all around to hear,
I ran all around to smell,
I ran all around to touch,
Oh’ nothing special anywhere I found,
Then with bowed head about myself I thought,
“A curse filled with dreams unrealistic”.
When walking back tired,
One last time upon my child tree I looked,
A little color, a flower, the first bloom of spring I saw,
Upon that tree, beneath where all my love I buried.


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The Power Of Heart.


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The Power Of Heart.

Talking through time in limitless words,
Walking through in rhythm heart listens,
When painless one wish to feel,
And pain from all sides squeezes, mercilessly.

The world in sympathy speaks and looks,
Some minds in empathy adores,
Love defines meanings in new found ways,
Material of another life cut short, but in love fulfilled.

Medicines, therapy, effects and side effects,
All ready to crumble even the strongest,
But deep inside a power reigns and consumes,
Every corner of soul, mind and in turn the whole body.

Be the power that think not about the past,
Bring forth the will that crowns every supporting soul,
Fall not in despair of pain or weakness of blood and marrow,
For every sickness the mind and brain holds the cure to heal.

Every beat of heart empowers the soul,
Every moment a well cherished fulfillment,
In the power of heart no pain felt,
A power that heals every wound in light of love.

No pain can over shadow the healing touch of love,
None can stop anyone from giving love,
Such is the power of heart one in will can give,
And in giving everyone can find.

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Death Of A Material Man.


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Death Of A Material Man.

Where are all the dreamers gone?
Were they really torn apart?
By the harsh realities that stoned,
From all corners of life.

Deep into the mocking alleys walked,
When the loser to the darker side of life moved,
Graffiti from the walls laughed,
Completed was the mockery of living this shady life.

Oh’ how wonderful it all looked,
The smiling faces and colorful eyes,
Truth in those eyes filled and every mind were hooked,
Oh’ how much the world learned to fake emotions and passions.

Anger in frustration boiled from the mind,
With rolled fists he walked through filth and dark,
Nothing can stop him in his passionless offense that binds,
His heart to shadows that never had any real figures.

That which in real never existed,
Only in the rolls of smoke born,
And in the intoxication he found those shadows dance,
And every moment more and more life torn.

Hated he the light to his path came,
Never looked at any eyes as emotions he divorced,
A player of screaming illusions he became,
As into the darkest paths of life he himself forced.

With imaginary pride he held his head high,
Even when wine, women and drugs failed,
To satisfy his want for more pleasure, he cried,
No tears, no emotions he felt as the murder of emotions he hailed.

Then one night another like him into his heart fired,
For his own pleasure of blood and death,
No screams, no tears, no pain, as silence filled the air,
But when closing his eyes one last time accepting death,
From far far away he saw a light conquering his soul,
Which he never thought ever existed.

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Angelic Blessings.


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Angelic Blessings.

The golden rays of sun left no mystery,
As darkness with a feel of guilt arrived,
Triumphant winners took it all and slept,
Losers licked their wounds and thought in pain,
Many for the image of the morrows begged,
Still known is only the past, that limped away.

Some stars opened their shutters,
A little bit of light from far away thrown,
Like glow worms flickered and in slow motion moved,
The guilt of the night left and more beauty seen,
Up way up between heaven and this good old earth.
Oh’ night unraveled beauty, most in sleep never see.

Ah’ what wonderful patterns one can see,
When from the depths of the never ending universe come,
The little glow that to the souls of us speak,
Verses written before sun, moon and earth created,
But the light only in background of darkness flickered.

Through the darkness in silence came,
The morning looking for the reasons to brighten,
Then you opened those wonderful eyes of yours,
Through those eyes shown to the world a wonderful soul
From it took the light and the morning brightened,
And those stars faded leaving,
Angelic blessings upon our love.

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Wrong Paths And Blames.


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Wrong Paths And Blames

The golden hair covering her left eye,
and moves to the exhaling breath,
Looked through the vale of her blowing kisses,
holding on to the fake pearl necklace,
Touching her naked body all over,
Dancing to the tunes someone else wrote,
Falling into a fate she never hoped,
Intoxication from whiskey dissolved,
Into her eyes filled with lust,
Invitation to share that lust,
And passions that runs through nerves,
And to her from the depths of my heart I asked,
“Can I have a little innocence of yours, if any remains in you?”

The wind blew and the green branches danced,
Like a ballerina when tunes of summer birds filled,
And through the lake banks I walked and walked,
Mind in meditation calmed and sun far away faded,
How long can one walk as a reality like a curse follows,
And to the wind with a tone of aggression I asked,
“Why you come back again and again to leave,
Once more, leaving mind in pain?”

The whole nature paused as if facing a stupid question,
The water calmed, the wind left, the birds fast asleep,
Then from the depth of my soul conscience took a feeling,
And asked me with a tone of sadness,
“Why did you left someone you love so much,
And through wrong paths walk,
And in anger blames everything else but you?”

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A Touch Forever.


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A Touch Forever.

Sound, the notes and pitches that fills,
The material being and the spirits,
And in enchantment blesses every moment of life.

Smell, the feeling that words cannot describe,
No other sense can in the depths of soul touch,
Like the smell of her flowery skin.

Taste, sweet or sour or in the mix of spices,
No other feeling can kill the hunger,
But taste can’t kill the hunger of soul.

Touch, Oh’ every touch wakes up a billion thoughts,
And dances through mind and soul,
And sprout dreams when the conscious mind sleeps.

Sight, it is a blessing that always wonders,
Where all the sense in sync merges,
As even dreams can only be seen.

When sight is the only sense that can be used,
From the depths of mind all senses in perfection simulates,
The material being of a perfect beauty,
That left a touch in soul, that forever will remain.

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A Magic You Can Teach.


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A Magic You Can Teach.

In the way of life,
When sun from eyes faded,
And winds beyond north rested,
Boundaries of imagination from mind erased.

Life in many ways time counted,
But those ledgers of my accounts,
From birth till this time noted,
As a blasphemy of innocence.

Needed or not you I have known,
Known well or not I still searched,
Real or unreal to each other,
Ah’ life does not matter without you.

Away from you, in everything new,
Alone as a stranger I grew,
Away from you, with all that I knew,
Ah’ still the silence of a lonely man I took.

Oh dear, my dear, the darling of my heart and soul,
Brutality filled with cruelty is all time to me can offer,
As every bit of strength in me I conjure to forget,
A magic only you with your charms can help me learn.

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She – Seventeen.


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She – Seventeen.

Write, Write and write about all that I wrote,
Wrote, Wrote and Wrote,
Many lines onto my mind embedded,
Many to dreams evolved,
Many dreams made me write more.

Oh’ so many thoughts, dreams and dreams about dreams,
With care, love and passion I weaved,
The material heart beat fast for senses to comprehend and reflect.

Fast breath broke the pre-dawn silence,
Then with the first break of light in the East,
All thoughts, dreams and all verses united,
And went invisible, unheard, nothing any sense can feel.

Body left bed, home and town,
Day grown tall like a country maiden in beauty and warmth,
The streets like scared morning doves scattered,
And the night into past went and from an unknown dimension, haunted.

Days passed, weeks to unknown depths fell,
Months mocked, and years to fate fell pray,
In the whirlpool of time, with stubborn inevitability.

Many events defined life,
Many moments left memories bleeding,
Oh’ that poem mind haunted, elusive remained,
As life in seclusion crawled.

Through ways dark and till now none ventured,
Many days bright seen but by western horizon consumed,
Then one dusk watching the inevitable, alone in the falling mist sat,
Far, Far away a little spot wandering eyes found,
That grown as every second to a long lost past dissolved.

Oh’ you came close,
In your presence horizons glowed,
In my presence a smile upon your face showed,
And then into your eyes I looked,
Ah’ through those eyes in clarity I saw,
The poem, dreams and thoughts in union disappeared,
When mind in the wanderings through fate lost,
Now in all purity as your soul glows.

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She – Sixteen.


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She – Sixteen.

About the day I was born I wish I knew,
Then the brain slowly learned about a puzzle,
The big one where slowly pieces he fitted,
And made an image my childhood wonderfully played.

That image taught well and from mind slowly faded,
As new set of pieces came around and brain played,
The adolescent age made a romantic image and loved,
Then the image by storms of life broke and pieces burned.

In the youth a new set of pieces I found,
And a new puzzle I played and a new image made,
Ah’ the cycles of life brought a new set of storms,
Even the best of my efforts to save the puzzle, failed.

When passing through the mid-thirties I prayed,
Not to see a set of pieces I should arrange, but,
Life the monster at my conscience thrown,
An image to refuse, for me impossible to make real,

Ah’ in my mind I made the pieces one by one,
And the puzzle formed slow and steady,
Then the image shown eyes so bright,
Then the image shown a smile I can’t forget.

Ah’ years passed and with that image I wrote,
Verses that into my mind whispered,
Stories of romance I myself never thought I knew,
And more and more verses I wrote in peace of mind.

Then a day broke up around the eastern skies,
Shattering every bit of mists of Autumn morn,
Sun grew bright and shined bright like a mocking smile,
Then she came, Oh’ she came, with a real loving smile.

Oh’ as in every way different I am, I prayed,
And in every way Oh’ every day I tried,
To break the puzzle from every corner of life,
Ah’ the smile became laughs of life’s mockery.

Life, the monster never gave me love I said,
Life, gave me love of my own to give,
And as she abandoned the roads to my love,
The hurting thorns deep into soul pierced.

Ah’ to the defeated soul, the pained soul to cry I said,
And in the weeping of my soul to pray I trained,
Oh’ I failed again and again to erase and break that puzzle,
As stubborn life stood the ground and screamed.

She, the twin flame of your soul is the love of your life.

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You, Me And Us


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You, Me And Us

There is a quill in my mind that is writing.
There are couple of eyes out there looking,
There is a dream out there floating,
Ah’ let the dream fly on its own,
For this man never owned it,
May never will own it,
I am no man who wants to lose you,
I am no man who wants to lose myself,
My love for you forever will be there.
Can’t do anything more,
Can’t say anything more,
Think hard darling, how much you love me,
And do what it takes to bring to me,
What we will never lose,
You, me and us.

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