Category Archives: Dezlegare la vise
of X and Y
writing became stale,
my thoughts linger outward in a redundant and unskilled manner
in hesitant yet concise steps,
nothing but disgraceful sampling of the unattended entropy…
the inner equation is unfit
the variables tremble,
either there is no constant or the definition may be inaccurate
so the pursuit of an X proves fruitless
and it is more of a Y than anything else;
I,
a single letter to me
it is key to understanding…
You,
poetry seeks insight
there is a rhythm to follow, an elegant musicality
the incorporeal promise of beauty and excitement
as imagination unfolds at the very moment the eyelids drop –
a slap to the senses :
is there anything left for … ?
The Giant
…
was it but a dream
all the rainy mornings dressed in skin
the evenings in the cold chasing purple stars,
young hearts never getting old
lovers in the chain of storm
fast cars crashing down
some things turn to gold, others never hold;
what I miss the most
is a song my lips be spelling in the scent of Holy Ghosts
on high rocky roads crossing
you were naked in the wild
with a smile dressed in white
and everyone that came along
carved and carried larger stones…
so,
give me back the music and let me play my cello
I still hear the horses
can you keep it breathing until we reach the border?
Alice,
I remember now –
you gave me the stories and I gave them hope
grains of silver on a field of stone,
and I don’t need no colors
to paint it back alive
for I’ll always be a Giant
awake in the exploding Sun…
Again and again
Since you’ve closed your eye
I cannot see
the flicker in your smile was built for me
trembled in the night when reason failed
feeling out your fire pouring through my ways,
Dearest,
I almost took you for a dance that day,
painting into darkness no wandering little light
told me you haven’t loved enough,
the air was burning more than I could say
yet from the front row it was a remarkable play
so I stayed,
unreasonably long
and that cold evening going back home
I saw you,
again and again…
Remember
Remember the days that have passed
you were young and free and knew no menace
and people were so alive
and you made a promise to the dearest of all
to keep your chin up and smile in the face of disaster,
remember the day you gazed into silence
stars there were running
your young love was starving and kept it close to the heart,
words could cut deep yet everything’s healing
for nothing is ever the same twice
walking away to find absolution
you only fought with yourself…
Remember the grass
it was cold on your feet on the other side of this fence,
remember you used to laugh and have faith
when you cried on the steps of a closed church…
go back from the sadness and seek on light
you feel it inside it’s not right,
and bring down these walls and shine to the world
there is so much beauty to be
just walk away from the city of lights
for the real light is burning in me…
Remember the days you were free
a sucker for friendship and your t-shirt was green
dumb in all manners you couldn’t read signs
girls might have taught you were somewhat blind
but your heart was walking in line…
Remember the days you walked her back home
and the leafs and the stairs and so many trains to the north
you drew her face in your dreams
so you broke a string just to be sure and marbles fell on the floor
dreams rolled on and love and all…
Remember the days for I don’t know who I am
will you remember the same?
No other way
I pray to my Lord
to wake up one day and say to myself “there is no other way”
I’ve been weak
I have been Disturbed
listened to bad rock for my father’s good luck…
I am The Beast,
a giant crawler coming from East
invading the west with desire to nest
with no responsible fashion I invoke good tension, in your bones –
scream
moan
take what you want dearest Simone
you filthy loyal lovable whore
you turn my life into porn gore,
with the head in the sand it is you that’s going to bend
my precious doll,
I have no soul, you took it from me
drinking your poison set me free
let me be, touch and see, the garden of Eden is not for me
I must suffer, must endure –
Be my inspiration
late night vision and dark temptation
ignite my fire, give me wine and call me “Sire” in the Church and in my tower
make me devour
You!
kneel before me and take me good
like only true lovers should
I long to feel The Need, to drop a tear
before I paint your body with white smear,
give me children give me life,
transform me sweeter, help me be born twice,
for in the desert with no joy
you are my future where I am your toy
to play a new note on a tight chord,
exposing disaster
go faster
show me love’s wicked drug, exploit my desire
never tired
“there is no other way”…
The Rope
They wrote it on a wall rising before me
charcoal on a stone to stand tall forever,
“Put down your hunger
and forget the gain,
rest your shadows
there is time today”
and I sat with the Lord
bowed down my sword
and with a wide heart I weighted the whole…
How often do you chase a pond in a lake
or a drop in the hay the days that it rains?
and I cut the rope,
harps start playing the obscure
the nights turn to clay
to mould them right out in a better way
with the veins in my hand
and the dreams that remain
like a vision I had back in the day…
Sonnet for a friend
What to scribble when there’s nothing left to say?
only scattered pointers, lines and colon breaks,
happy words I used before are turning meaningless
and the page is blank each time I do confess…
there is this growing fear engulfed in nothingness
wished I had a burning heart like the furnace in the sun
or a heart of clay to mold the passion through my days,
but I’m built from aching flesh and longings in a dream…
climbing on a ladder leading to no end
I must’ve lost the way for looking back I saw no other
only darkness dressing up the feelings I’ve held in
and I asked myself “Oh father where do I begin?“
dreams (2)
I woke up on the left side longing for the right side
my feet felt the cold,
yet I’ve dreamed I was breathing fire
I still make it rain to hide my tears from the sun…
the music
lucky notes and lyrics written for no fame
on a New York City oldest grumpy stage
with empty chairs,
in the end
music is what still remains
and there’s no shame,
we walked those roads and climbed the stairs
in pairs –
we were young and had no care
nothing could’ve bothered,
hair was long and rich and brown
riding in my mustang ’65
money scarce but love was strong
was all that mattered…
lucky strikes in nameless pubs
after shots and after dark
poured us whisky in the jar
and we never stopped the gig
until the end –
fell in love with life that I dissent
white porch, roses and a swing
so we ceased to be a thing
but music played,
nothing could’ve stopped the beat
round that summer in the heat
I did write my greatest hit
but it’s a sad song
for it was wrong…
as with poets rise and fall
Rolling Stones be getting old
and Bowie,
David’s in the stars with Cohen
and I’m even more alone
in this kingdom built from gold,
the gold is cold –
like empty chairs surrounded by a whole
it’s raining roses
in the New York City oldest famous hall,
the music never stopped…
round that summer in the heat
I did write my greatest hit
but it’s a sad song
for I was wrong…
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