2013
The Trouble about me
13/04/2013
The sun is setting
we are at the beach
gazing the waves
drowning our thoughts
It seems so unreal
and then you smile
I feel so happy
but in my soul
it is still there
down in the hell
and I get drowned
into the pain into the flesh
of our pledges
Suddenly it's silent
and you are not there
and I am alone
drowning in the sea
feeling the alcohol
filling inside filling my soul
It is unreal it is a flower
evilly grown on shaky ground
It is unreal it is the sand
slipping off me
into the sea.
The femme fatale
13/04/2013
A Gucci bag is hanging
like a fruit on a tree
a ring on her finger shines
like a star in the night
She smiles carelessly
and the world only admires
Oh I know you and have loved your eyes
They tell me everywhere
how you turn men so vile
how you twist their mind
They tell me everywhere
of a lonely man astray
he got lost in the desert today
A Dior bag is hanging
heavy like snow on branches
her lipstick gives the smile
in the warm summer time
of the half empting moon
Nobody told me in the desert
there's a house and a lady
of old age and no make up
in her room she hides a box
with a Gucci bag and a ring unpolished
They tell me everywhere
of a lonely dog astray
he's lost in the desert today.
The boxer
19/04/2013
It started with jab
it landed on my chin
it hit then with a cross
and jab and uppercut
to finish me on the ground
He looked me with contempt
I was just another one
who landed on the floor
another number perhaps
for his gross mind
but there on the ground
my life lied unhelped
I was there alone
nobody for me to grieve
in solitude defeated
forever marked for life
This is the way it is
when autumn comes and leaves
fall down onto the ground
nobody is there in grief
if not to regret
the summer's past heath
And now on the ground
is not me it's you
it's your body and mind
it's just life itself
asking for one more count
asking for it to wait
it's not the match but a round
that's gone and hope
is still there around.
Morphine
19/04/2013
I have seen a man taking it
400 milligrams of it
drawn into crystal clear
liquid maybe vodka or else
he just looked so happy and
then he put more of it
gazing at a naked body
he said was just like and
loved the thrill of not knowing that
he may make it or just submit
to the evil poison dream
opening truths and lies
a bit like the way life is
just a bit like life is
when it drowns you with its past
liquidly dense fluidly
rushing through your brain
as if the veins were about to fail
and spray the universe and rain
come to all mankind and clean
all the lies all the wicked lies
I have seen a man taking it
it was morphine crystal clear
drown into a naked flesh
of dense liquidly fluid flesh
He loved just to look and think
life has drowned itself and death
plays strange games with his mind
until sun will rise again
and show it has just began
endless addiction and
a place where's no time.
Old Age
10/05/2013
When I have seen you
with your old age
crawling on your weak back
I have thought of the time
long long time ago
when you used to lift ideas
and heavy thoughts
with the tender hand that
caresses my once child face.
The Dream
10/05/2013
This is my dream
my only dream
buried by inhuman hand
when the sun raised still
it was buried deep indeed
and I diged and diged until
no one hoped for pleasure and will
found its end its only end and friend.
Fire
10/05/2013
Fire fire burning flesh
burn my soul impure that rots
now and for time to me unknown
Burn it once and trice
and have the lonely sign engraved
onto my hearth and only grave.
The house in the woods
22/05/2013
There is a house in the woods
many rooms empty and full
there is a house in the woods
where the dreams can be true
In the darkness I met
the tall giant in night dress
he was kind and drunk
but he knew how to dance
And we danced you and me
and we kissed to the edge
of the cliff dark and deep
for the giant it's just a leap
There is a house in the woods
where the fire heaths and cure
any past lost disease
at the table you can seat
and drink and drink and drink
'till the giants whisper and sip.
Minus twelve
02/06/2013
When you are at minus twelve do you
think how cold it will ever be
when the old year is about to go
people swear to it and never see it again
It is cold indeed out there and
nobody is out on the streets
locked somewhere far and away
with a family and a child to laugh with
And it is minus twelve out there
another day is gone and it freezes
when you think about it out loud.
Darkness in me
23/06/13
The darkness fell on us
with its curtain heavy and dusty
once again it would not spare
just reminds us who commands
On the shoulders of the child
so beloved and cared he was
but the darkness pushed him down
and the laugh did turn in tears.
How to free the haunted minds
how to to bring your life to smile
if the darkness dwells around?
But the child keeps playing again
he just wants to play a game
with his mum and dad who raise
not their voices and shout and cry
but a gentle and tender hand
and embrace with love and trust
so to teach that darkness falls
but you'll never be alone.
The flame (in a summer night)
17/07/13
Wishful is sinful my desire
I dream of it today
I see your burning blade
running down my skin
and my flesh starts to burn
intense like butterflies
deep into myself
is not called love though
I swear it must be
Flaming in the summer night
it is not the heath of the body or
your lovely smile
the burning flame sharply speaks
the language of some secret love
and burns burns burns
for the gazing moon full delight.
The ghosts
30/08/13
There, shouting out aloud
I can hear you are gone.
They haunt me in my mind
they twist and squirm each time
while holding the goat's sign
the beast profanes our house
it's gone it's gone forever born
the child committed to the cross
he loved he loves but now he's lost.
They are shouting in my mind
reminds me every time
of days dusted and gone
still haunting me in my home.
What I am not
16/09/13
I am the beauty of everything I have ever lost
I am the flower drowned in a stormy day
I am the devil pleasing a perverted god
I am the seamen wasted into a sinful incest
I am the cross bleeding in a miracle night
I am the lost body seeking a rotten mind
Most of all, I am the ethereal nothing
like that moment when the woman spread her legs
and the stranger made her our beloved whore mother.
I am Moses
22/09/13
I drive a mini cab all night
my name is Moses and I drive
my skin is dark but from piss and blood
I came to here like any king
or peasant that nobody minds
I am from faraway living abroad
I know one day where I will be
like any man with a penthouse
or a big car with flashing plate
we'll hold hand and rot there down
the grave with worms and everyone
will forget us that's why we are men.
One day a kid will call me wise
he's just a kid what can he know
of life and good and appreciation
he is just as rot by wealth he owns
and he will burn just where he lives
in that old square once marsh and field
close where many are buried and dead
their name I can't recall maybe one's Blake
or maybe Bayes they are all the same
when you are there down to the grave.
At night
25/09/13
Just one more glass make it full
I crave for more during the night
dark like the soul which lives in me
I can't forget you are a man just like I am.
Valium I add Valium I love for it's my life
which is being wasted deep in its roots
but it is no loss for nothing we touch
panning for life into a sea
deeper and wider than I can see.
And it's a sip and it's the beauty
naked in front of your blue eyes
give me once more another drink
filling the vodka naked and clear
with some more valium pinkish and warm
just like your skin firm and unravished
just like the morning so far away.
The mother
30/09/13
I just know a few words
but I need even less
for nothing said will last
while you just gave me all
I just feel and live
but how could you hear
this world of mine still
sea and ocean wide
for any word and thought
will always ever fail
the blood you passed to me?
She
06/10/13
I have met you
in a bed of love
I have touched you
yet I felt alone.
And so I had
while people around
talked about Michelangelo
known your vanishing
subtle talking
discreetly concealing.
Winter is finally cold
unpleasantly so
as any remembrance
of long time ago.
Paterno'
A summer day of 2013
Ubriacati ed il tempo
come un vento andrà disperso,
come il mare che si annega
non darà più triste meta,
come il sole che si oscura
porterà, sì, gran paura
ma solo quando tu vedrai
del tuo calice la scolatura.
Anonymous
Paterno' was sitting on the bench. The usual bench he would sit and sleep on. He would not remember much. And, people would not remember much of him, but the usual shirt worn for days and months, never changed.
Paterno', don't you ever go and change your clothes? No, I only got this shirt. I do not remember having any other. I do not remember if I went back home to my wife and children last night. I do not remember where I slept last night. Paterno' is man of chance. Paterno' has only a friend, red like blood and like the vampire sucks my life, slowly. Slowly, like a lullaby blows a dizzy breeze deep into my soul, like a mother ever loving, yet not forgiving.
I have seen Paterno' often over there. There on that old bench dedicated to some illustrious man deceased long time ago, too long to be remembered. Yet, Paterno' can't even remember his yesterday. He is a man of another world. But, for this world, he is an alcoholic.
God's last day
17/10/13
And on the seventh day, there was the void. Deep black emptiness that drowns everything inside as a mother too jealous of her son. The darkness became darker within God. It was a coitus interrupted. How could God in the middle of his creation ask themselves for a rest? The only desire was the first sign of ungodliness: a human desire, so imperfect and natural that nature itself bounded itself with such standard. So God became nature, or just discovered to be such and as such started to love their creature not out of narcissistic enjoyment, but from the very feeling of lacking something and desiring it. God so perfect and omnipotent made a little concession to their weakness and by doing so, by discovering this weakness, they became now the light and now the void darkness. A single desire, a wish to rest doomed us all.
On a cold day
21/11/2013
He felt the streets were busy
maybe it was just his head
might be a lunatic
or something similar.
He failed to love himself
he just was always sad
on those rainy days and wet
and no word ever said.
Hard the wind like waves
has crashed so many times
on ideas tough as rocks
to crumbled until was end.
End, end and once again
it finishes what it started
and never will begun
while walking back and forth.
Beeping and beeping
on the street screaming
a woman and begging
drugged she is sleeping.
Where is the mother cries
the son alone at home
his mother is always gone
and now he starts to mind.
It's time to go back home
through busy streets and cold
but the sun is shining bright
when the lunatic is gone.