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Meet The One

Years ago, someone cursed me
You are of nothing to do
On my way to meet him again
Shouldering all words since then
Toiled myself to prove I am something

Those were immature childhood days
But heavy on heart to bear them
On and off remembered him
In each setback, I checked was he true
Later I tested someone words
If you cheat someone atleast benefited
But if you cheat yourself you will be runied

In every walk I heard to myself
Placing me centre of all
Enjoyed each day and night
However each move brought me
Near to the Paradise that I desired

Let this travel come to an end and
Ease my heavy heart burdened
Years ago with the words
'You are of nothing to do'
Thank the one extrinsic motivator
Who helped me in keeping big fight.

Here silent time have kept not a day dense
But flowers track the sun and swallow light,
In, till the earth green gloat tear out fragrance
Of grass, it rich, nature thing and posing tree
Closer, the branches fall and pull back from me
In into shapes of it that a shadow can trace;
A drooping free leaflet bunch, a garden's face.
This life in motion has me the diamond- rock
And Glass of time I've yet to see in my walk!
And haters seen, a few, a lot but unknown
Of who may be behind the deeds of my own.
Clasp me the hand of God, and the hands of fans
Till giants clip and play the songs I began
With Lyre strings awoken from death to ear.

I am the shadow, fading into silence

I am the words you shoved in a box

I am blood, sex & violence

behind the symbol of peace

I am light enraptured unto the void

from a thousand years of cosmic darkness

chasing the souls of stars

I am the mirror you wish to avoid

with the tears that coiled down the drain

& the years wasted on nothing--

but what you thought was yourself...

What "Time" did to you, weaves lines in your face,

Consistant results of beauty and age...

Now persistant to hide them with magic and lace,

Their achievements take back seat on the stage.

 The children you bore, The trips to the store,

Countless hours with them in the sun...

Years of thoughtful invention, endless walks,

Not to mention...all the laundry done,  just for fun'

 All the shoes you tied, all the tears you cried,

Looking back,  seems like a life long race.

But, we all get old, and the metals you hold...

  Are the memory lines held in your face.'

  by Barry Anderson

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her fingers became as the cloth,

and the cloth became 

to the needle,

one stitch, 

two stitch, 

against the thimble,

snugly fitted around the tip of her finger,

and then the lacy neckline,

 resting on the cleavage of my bosom,

shoulders of satin and chiffon 

now held in such strong arms

 reminding me of those 

that lifted me up after so many 

bumps and bruises, cuts and scrapes

healed with hand-me-down stories 

and fancy bandaids,

lots of love and bumpy roads 

to balance the inner raging storms,

as i learned to ride a two-wheeler,

to make my bed,

wash the dishes, and sweep the floors,

plant gardens, drive a car,

and pay rent to keep the roof 

 above this dizzy head,

that twirls in this trance,

and i still wonder sometimes,

....am i the dancer, or the dance?

2:03 PM 7/2/2013 ©

...........

Hours and years of work,

Up in glorious raging flames,

Cleansing the long, laborious road,

Satisfaction in the pit of my belly,

Like lying by the fireplace after 

A Thanksgiving feast,

Another unknown destination awaits,

No plan for recreation,

As love paves the way 

To this nightmare's perdition,

Gathering calls of a new intuition,

I'm basking in justice's name,

So glad to know love is the same.

10:21 PM 6/23/201 ©

i want to take you for a ride

through the mountains,
watch the sun go down

beneath the shade of evergreens,
and make a wish upon the first star we see

under the moonlit sky,
and on the way home,

i want to buy you an ice cream cone,
and i want you to hold mine for me,

as i drive through the streets,
because next to you, my love,

i am mesmerized,

just as i was on the very first day,
by the twinkling light

dancing in your eyes.

i want to pull in the driveway
and feel you smile inside

when you hear the dog bark,
and are at last assured i was comforted,

despite your absence,
by an unconditional love,

equal to that you have given me
for so many years,

immeasurable among the reasoning

of common people,
your love has been a gift of inexplicable worth,

that shallow men cannot fathom.

i want to watch as these ties of love,

having bound us so close,
manifest all the years of deep committment

while we bask in those first hours

that unfold our new beginning.

i want to touch your lips
and feel the warmth of your breath upon my fingertips,
feel my heartbeat jump into my throat
and my eyes become as magnets to yours,
and melt away the scornful words of men
that sought to tear your manhood down,
relentless and bitter cruelty leaving scars
without a sound to human ears,
but sure as the sun shines in the sky,
wounds real hearts can hear.

i want to feel your flesh on mine,
as my mouth touches every part,
and trade the place i keep in my mind,
for a journey into your heart,
i'll tell you every longing
as each breath becomes desire,
unspoken, though well understood,
as love takes ahold of our fire.

i want to hold your soul
in love's embrace,

too much time denied,
because to me, my love,
you're just that precious,
i don't want to change

what is shining inside,
and with time we'll journey on this road,
the good things and the bad,
and know that little can lead us astray,
because the worst has already been had.

and so that is what i want... i want love to hold your soul.

11:58 PM 6/13/2013 ©

I'm drowning in this ocean of pain,

And burning in this acid rain.

I'm falling through memories;

Slowly killing me, is this disease.

Every night I try to change,

What thoughts run through my head.

But I cannot help,

To what events this may have lead.

It kills me every time,

I have to say goodbye,

To the times with no pain;

No suffering in vain.

I die from bleeding inside,

The blood pours on the floor.

I die from fatal suicide,

I couldn't take it anymore.

I took a kitchen knife,

Or a razor and a lighter.

I ended my life;

I was never any fighter.

I've given up on life,

I've given up on me.

I've given up on everything;

Said it cannot be.

I've ended my being,

All so you could be free.

I want you to see,

As I end all of me.

Now that I'm no more,

My corpse lies on the floor.

Now that I never speak again,

Will you have the strength I never gained?

My end, though,

Was a group contribution.

It was thanks to me, and to them,

That led to my execution.

Our hearts, our love, it never bends,

But this is how my story ends.

I understand if you cried,

If you hurt when I died.

But listen to me now,

You still have time,

Before the pain overcomes

Your whole being, like mine.

Run away from it all,

Run away from your past.

I may be dead,

But you will still last.

Everything will be all right,

I promise you that, dear.

I'll be in your heart every night;

My spirit will lay near.

For the rest of your life,

For the rest of forever,

I can't ever let you forget,

When we were together.

Every once in a while,

Will you think of me?

The memories will last,

They will always be.

It was not at all your fault,

That I don't live anymore.

I was my own and others;

You I'll always adore.

Many years will have passed,

And I will be forgot.

You'll live a better life,

Now that I've died and rot.

Amidst the fertile loam of teenage angst, the battling suffragist,
Passion rages, tears cried in vain,

And budding futures bright, begin to fill the pages,
But feelings never felt in wholeness, become habit to the thorn,
A tender heart beguiled and blamed, brings bitterness and scorn.

They wander down the road where other travelers pass them by,
Without a word, no stories heard, of when or where, or why,
The fragments of what could have been are hardly ever seen,
Tied in knots, the path is charted, the soul in silence keens.

The years they pass with savage blunder, utter wrecklessness,
With hollow heart and acrid thoughts ensued, no niche to rest,
A pocket full of wonder that cannot afford to dream,
A misdirected vessel cursed with the odds it will careen.

But if by chance a passer-by is sensitive to light,
The splintered pieces of a soul like this could shine, despite,
One second of compassion can determine years to come,
One smile can start a caring flame,

Reviving some old pleasantries and bringing back

A blithesome nature to a life derailed by rejection.

Practice kindness all your life, don't underestimate,
Be not stingy with your heart, or you'll reap second rate,
You'll reap what you sow and get back as you give,
And just how much means little when you've inspired a life to live.

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