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When someone reads this poem he or she may think that I lost it totally and I should be institutionalized immediately. The funniest fact is, I am telling the truth. I wrote this poem with good information about what it can be. In time I will write more about it all. Some people very close to me knows what exactly I am talking about in this poem.

Read.

An Enemy Unknown.

Digging deep into life with colors filled,
Tried my best to gather the best of all,
Found everything with with wonder filled,
Ah’ but lost them all between cup and lips.

Even from the days when innocence left,
To see the thrill of world mind thrived,
And ran, ran and always I ran in a plight,
With a thought to get ahead of time.

Bound my soul to a place and pretty face,
Smile filled were the beginning of dreams,
Ah’ when to stop my plight I tried,
Reality shown me, upon a fate given treadmill I am.

Oh’ the God given fate never will I deny,
But the events came back again and again.
People different, results repeated, patterns same,
Ah’ God will never write such a dreadful fate.

Then through my melancholic thoughts I searched,
And when the past through timeline unfolded,
From birth through now I see a deliberate deception,
By an enemy that won’t rest even when good or bad done.

What is it? Why me? a milion times I asked,
From family to friends, loved ones to arch enemies,
Many names, many events ah’ all came to my mind,
And every action of mine reevaluated again and again.

My enemy, the one who knows me more than I know myself,
The one who takes away everything I love and block all good from me.
Ah’ that one elusive enemy I hunt in the shadows of past,
Unnamed and unknown remain in my life, unsatisfied.

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The title of this poem was taken from the last line of the second stanza. Here is the thought behind this poem….. This was a day I felt pretty bad and my mind was filled with assumptions and doubts and I just thought about many years I spent loving a girl. Every moment praying, wishing for her love, making scenarios about how it will all happen and from it all writing poetry. Now from what I know this girl come to my blog every time I post something here and reads what I write and leave without a word. As she don’t say a word I can only assume, that, it is not because she likes my writing she comes here. Contrary to all that I wished for, what I ended generating in her mind is fear. That is what is bringing her here to see what exactly I am thinking. What can I say? Shit happens in life and I am literally neck deep in some serious love shit. I have to accept this my friends. When I am thinking from a neutral perspective I really don’t deserve it. I deserve a better meaning and if my words and actions can only instill fear in someone whom I thought may love me, the world will have to call me a loser beyond imagination. If anyone calls me that this moment I will accept it with a smile on my face and hiding tears in my eyes…..
At 2:00AM wide awake and finishing my thoughts I wrote the following poem.

A Mischievous Mirage.

Eradicate from mind all doubts and fear,
For in my mind I hold no grudge for you dear,
Give me a smile filled with your love,
As that smile holds the healing for all our fear.

For every mischiefs in the past to you I apologize,
But your forgiveness is a naughty little wind unflown to me,
You are my mind, you are my reality,
Or all I am will be a mischievous mirage.

To bless me with your love to God every conscious moment I plead,
As I know no better blessing God can give,
As in every smile of yours God with audacity filled,
The magnificence of his power of creation for world to see.

Whisper to me a word of care,
As I know in your words filled are the blessings,
That will forever erase every bit of pain from my heart,
Whisper to me the will of your love.

Or scold me for the mischief of love I felt for you,
And never will I write any word with your image in mind,
And never will I love any creation of God,
And the rest of my days in prayers for forgiveness I will spend.

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Here is the horoscope email I received “Daily Horoscope for Saturday, March 30
You aren’t sure you’re where you need to be right now, but that just means that you need to spend more time considering your future. The present may be just a path to a better life tomorrow.” That made me think what can I take to my future? Maybe I should abandon everything, thoughts, wishes, dreams?…well I wrote the poem as an answer.

Have a great weekend.

An Irrevocable Promise.

One by one days have gone,
Night like days and day like nights,
All part of luck only heaven knows.
As all I feel is a squeeze in my soul.

One by one to shed the memories I tried,
Day after day failure adored my attempts,
All part of a life with smiles I welcomed,
Smiles with the taste of tears to abandon I tried

The good thoughts I thought,
The good wishes I wished,
The good dreams I dreamt
Ah’ all in conscience a calamity brewed.

Every thought and wish from my mind I can erase,
Every dream from my future I can wipe,
The promise I once gave my conscience never to forget you,
Oh’ no evil deed of yours from my life can erase.

Love bound my soul to yours beyond recovery.

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The day after blogtv was spent mostly in working of getting a Red5 server setup in one of my domains to start a video chat of my own. I will be only one on video people can come and chat with and believe me I can keep people entertained for two to three hours easily. Then by the end of the day I really sat on chair and slept for sometime. While web chatting with some of the friends I got this idea of frustration and my incredible inability to forget things. My soliloquy said “A promise give must be kept even with your blood” then I remembered how easily people forget their promises and all that they like of another person and hate one. Yeah… that much was enough to finish this poem.

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, promises,
A magic only you with your charms can help me learn.

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This is the end of an era. Last moment of mine on BlogTV. It was a great journey. I met some great people there and I love them all and I felt the love of all of them when most of them stopped by to say bye to me from there. These memories will last forever and I will never forget BlogTV and the shows there. Good Bye BlogTV.

Last night I did a three and a half hours long BlogTV show saying it is my last show in there but BlogTV is going to be there one more day before it totally merges with YouNow.Com. So I will do another show later today.  It was really fun at them same time a little touchy as I met a lot of people there and I clearly can say this is the end of an era. I am moving on to another site not YouNow I didn’t like it there. But in the next couple of days I will start my own show in my own domain. I was thinking about it for a long time but now here I got the chance to eventually do it. Then I don’t need to depend on any other sites availability or rules or policies. After all I am the LonelyPoet so I can be alone in a site. 🙂

This poem, wow, it took about 10 minutes to really write it. But the struggle with the model was huge she is one crazy girl who won’t sit and chat with me at all. I tried for about two hours but in the end I gave up and left and then wrote this poem. Why I chose that particular model was, for some reason I saw a lot of similarities to someone or the one I am trying to talk to through this poem. It maybe a bit rude but without telling the name of the model I am posting her picture here. I rarely do that and I know she will feel honored but all the honor goes to the real one who can inspire me to write an infinite number of poems even with her silence.

Unreal Lives.

 

Come to me O’ darling come to me,
Nature broke her vows and gave us winter,
Come to me for the warmth of love in me,
Touch my soul and melt the frost of anger in you.

 

Sing to me O’ darling sing to me,
As old lady winter chased away nesting birds,
Sing to me and learn a new tune of love song,
In the beat of my heart a new rhythm of love you learn.

 

Dance for me O’ darling dance for me,
As no leaves or flowers I see dancing for me,
Dance for me and learn a new step of expression,
Expression of love I made with a feeling of love.

 

Oh’ all that you can do from the love you gave,
All that you can take from my love for you,
All can only matter when I become your reality,
And you become my reality in eternal fulfillment.

 

Yet, in opposite paths of unreal lives we walk.

 

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Life is a very bad person who can take away everything and may give you nothing. Sometime life can become an untamed animal and go on a rampage make one feel like an iceberg floating around. Well sometime one gets in a flow when floating around, that’s what happened in my case. But right now I don’t know where I am floating. But I have a feeling that ever move of mine is watched here. So one last time let me tell ya my darling sweet heart.. I really don’t know what you want me to do. Maybe understanding this you can tell me what to do.. I really like you and I honestly, seriously and with everything real love you. I know I am not the prefect fit for anyone, but that’s the reality I am facing.

So if it is you who is coming here and looking into my posts (which I believe is you) speak to me. Either you can help me stop floating or make me float away.. I need that help.

Thank you

Lone

Realities should not be manufactured as they exist like the air we breath, we don’t see it, yet we live with it without any choices. I have a reality from which for years I ran and ran and ran and now I am sitting all exhausted. It is not a tragedy it is a reality without any choices.

Give me breath. Please.

The way I am very well you know, I sincerely apologize for a trap I laid to know who is visiting my site the moment I post the link to my poem on Facebook and I figured that out by writing one of the worst offensive post couple of days ago. Before that I did the set up of writing post after post early in the morning. I don’t know what kinda means that person used to track my postings on Facebook but the offensive post was written to know exactly who it is looking into my page. Even though I was not able to pinpoint one person it could be one or all of a group of people.
You all may be thinking that I am a person of the worst kind. My sincere apologies again for saying things in my poems and posts to make you all think that way. I needed to know something and unfortunately I was not able to dig it out in the good way I tried, in the bad way I tried and now in the worst, dirtiest way I tried. To all those girls I called fat ass bitches let me tell you all, you are not fat or none of you are bitches it was just a trick to know if the hit that comes to my site from Florida is going to stop after that or not. I am really sorry girls you all are probably wonderfully talented girls. Even in that trap I should have never called you what I called you all. My apologies again.
Enjoy Florida if you get an opportunity… forgive me.
And to her I have nothing more to say. I am done.

Lone