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Details | Rhyme | |

Winter's Relief

Let winter come 
And freeze the sky 
No more will shadows cast  
Let showers turn to heaps of snow 
With gardens hidden deep 

Let working cease 
Migration fly  
Let herds to safety dash 
Farmers idle, fires glow 
No fields left to reap 

My picket fence
Blockaded high
No perfect cobbled path
Let winter come, and snowstorms blow   
I need some time to sleep  

By: Kyle Ezra Kriticos


Details | I do not know? | |

A Material Christmas

It's Christmas! Christmas!
That time of year
When people are filled...
With holiday cheer?

Yeah right. . .
I really do wish it were true
But people are people
Through and through

It's not about happiness anymore
Or in respect to what matters.
In reality it concerns what you get
And the food that is piled on the platters.

What has happened to the world of today?
Where is the 'loving and giving...'?
Now it is all just me, me, me.
Is this a nightmare? Or are we actually living.  

Yep we might have a lot of things
Hang on! Let's add some more
It isn't the family that I'm expecting
But the postman knocking at the door.

When the topic turns to Christmas cheer
Lets go stuff our faces...
Break out all that lovely beer!
Chuck away those graces!

But... Suddenly the month is over
There go all the gifts you gave
Your debt payments crawl closer and closer
And you become a material slave.






Details | Ballad | |

New Year's Eve

Can’t think about the Year that didn’t last
Can’t fight the time and how it passed so fast…
Voices were cheerful that night
Everyone was full of silver light

I heard the sounds but didn’t care
I couldn’t help but only think and stare…
I dreamed of love that possibly I’ll never share
And of life that was just like a fairytale.

In that second of complete despair
I saw the moon and realized it was all a dare
Then your voice whispered in my ear
Promising me all I needed to hear…


Details | Romanticism | |

A Flower's Funeral

A sweet flower's funeral
displayed in the cold months
of snowy weather and bone chilling shivers.
A sweet flower burned away, dried up;
buried six feet under.

Oh, my sweet flower,
how you once bloomed with no remorse,
like a madman blooming with beauty
and a glorious halo over your head
shinned with such power and blinding glory.

Oh my sweet flower how you have gone now,
resting in peace in the land of paradise.
Oh, my heart it is weak when I see your face,
of once beautiful smiles and warm embraces.
I can hear your crying out to be free.

Snowing and bone chilling cold ripes at my soul
and feelings of sorrow rage through my blood,
boiling my hatred to the world, for losing your
sweet and ever glorious beauty.

What I would give away, if I could be with you
one last night, one last night together
to hold you in my arms, to smell your sweet perfume
that brings back sweet memories of you and I.
What I would do to be with you,
such romance travels through my heart in the highways
of my veins in my body, love is all throughout me,
and my heart breaks when pictures of you start to collect dust.

My love for you, my sweet flower,
is still ingering through the air,
as I travel and look upon a tombstone
which shows your beautiful name.

Come to me my dear flower,
when spring comes,
come to me my dear, sweet flower.
And bloom once again,
twice as large as last year,
and ten times more beautiful then last year.
Come to me in the first months of spring
in my dreams, so I could sit and talk with you.
I miss you already,
and my heart crys,
my eyes flood with tears of sorrow.
I miss our love we shared.
Long walks,
cosy talks,
warm cuddling embraces
and beautiful displayed in a picture frame.
Now I hear the tapping of raindrops on my window pane.
That is all that keeps me company,
that and the rose you gave to me
and a picture of you and me.
Love is endless, even when blue eyed Death comes to visit
and play a game of chess with us,
we all play our game, my love.
I shall go tonight
in my sleepy slumber
and dream of you in the times of our height in our love for each other.
My lost love, you are gone, resting in paradise,
but never forgotten my sweet flower.

-10/6/2013-


Details | Concrete | |

dry cry

the child of a distant mother
whose cry ran dry over the other,
the child of nothingness in winter
whose feet ran cold to the toe,
to whom were she without 
a glow to the unknown?
for whom need she commute
when she does crawl than norm?
then who must follow when she cries
to the voice of a soul child; so dry?
where is the father gone too long
or were there a mother, done too long?
whose child a tender care must one render
to which child than love of a parent?
her lips cracked in instances 
and tears long soaked in her tearful skin...
 
opn28032013/0315


Details | Narrative | |

Dead Winter

I still remembered that night
the snow was heavy and unusually white.
We gathered around the fireplace,
Momma was sharing her Christmas grace.

Daddy went home and brought us presents
Momma stopped her story and away she went
out into the snowy streets 
buying us winter treats.

It has passed dinner and she’s not home.
Our stomach started to ache and roam.
Daddy began to worry,
and away he went in a hurry.

Me and Anna were still inside
looking through the window with eyes opened wide.
Then Anna started to cry,
I was still wondering why
until I saw a shadow in the foggy snow.
Anna squeezed my hand and wouldn’t let go.

A squeak, a squeal - 
a spinning wheel
down the hill
that’d thrill and kill.

It came clashing and crashing
through the glaciers it went bashing
through our door it was breaking, 
left us all shaking and quaking.

We did not restrain
the shrieks and tears weren’t feigned.

Next morning the neighbors came
and told us that momma and daddy weren’t the same.
I followed them and what I saw
with only a glance made me drop my jaws.

There, two coffins neatly laid
“Uncertain causes” was clearly sprayed.
I laughed and thought I just got played
but grief suddenly fell when the priest prayed.
Nobody helped when I fell limp on the floor
as they carried my parent’s bodies through the shattered door.

From that day on there wasn’t winter anymore.
Snow were redder than red – the color of gore.
Their tombstones were always cold solid steel
and if you came close you’d feel:
A squeak, a squeal - 
a spinning wheel
down the hill
that’d thrill and kill.


Details | Monoku | |

winter burial

a pine cone sinks into snow - winter burial



12/7/2013


Details | Free verse | |

Last Sonnet



Hither I stand, at crossroads,
And then I gaze, at the yonder end-
The vague horizon from where I began;
And all that I may ever deem
Is that- my days
Have been a waken dream.

Hither I stand, at the edge of my dream;
Then I wonder, at the depth of my trance-
An adventurous journey through the wondrous woods;
An idyllic stroll through the vicissitudinous meadow;
And from the final station as I depart,
All that I can ever say, is that
Perpetuation has been a rouge
Of fleeting phases of my life.


Suyash Saxena 
St. Stephen’s College.


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Here Comes Winter Again

Here it comes again; softly knocking on windows at 2A.M, here comes the winter at a cold silent night, awakening my soul with the smell of dust after rain, the smell of mom holding me into bed, with the voices of my sisters playing next room, here it comes again with painful delights, here it comes again taking me back home.

Let the drops of rain knock on my door and let them ache my heart, let me taste the sweet smell in my tongue like a little boy getting wet beneath the rain, waiting to be rebuked, but none of this does matter because the burdens of life are slipping down with the rains being drifted on his coat, none of this does matter because the weight of life was just not this cold before.

Here comes the winter with empty corners in my head and echoes of laughters in my room, a piece of chocolate I can no longer find and a broken toy I’ve never thrown away, with good sweaters that never felt warm on a cold night like this, let the chilly breezes of winter take me back home again, to smell my father’s smoking cigarettes and my mother combing my hair, and the smell of coffee beans on one cloudy morning to refresh my day, oh here comes the winter, remembering me again and stopping by with few memories to take me home.

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Details | Personification | |

The Snow

Falling at a terminal velocity
From the ether we fall at a speed that is  
Slow
What is my purpose, my destiny
Inevitable fate befalls the
Snow

Colliding with the other frosty white souls
Scattered across the ground sparkling like bright white
Gold
We're born in a season that is dead
How can something so white and pure be 
Cold

Like vampires the sun is our infirmity
Dawn approaches illuminating hues of
Wry
The epiphany before my death 
Is everything is impermanent 
Why


Details | Imagism | |

Something good

The smell of coffee: hot and bitter in the cold winter night 
With the rhythm in the left hand and the rhyme in the right, 
He wrote a poem in his secret pocket,
A wistful star like a speedy rocket
Ready to leave this planet intense blue
In search of other traces of life anew.
He remembered after mother had died,
In the cold touch ,stalagmites and stalactites cried.
Father and son felt a strong taste for sweets.
As in the sunset, the blind boatman meets
With an awkward touch the water`s ring
But generally they needn`t to eat anything
For a while they rested an extraordinary team:
Father insistently (sometimes boring) told him
All his recollections:childhood,war and the rest…
All muscles and teeth pressed hot, like ice on the crest.
The son learnt them by heart, and later
He would retell them to father, even better…
One was on duty to wash the dishes;
The other tried to follow his wishes…

Their only joy was to read and read and read…
One had to cook at home ,and to bake the bread
In a bread factory:He was happy even when he was sad.
He could recognize each bread: All his loafs were bad.
He was like Chaplin in “New Times”.
He was speaking in figures and rhymes.  
He wore a monk beard and father was much more younger.
Looking through the window: grey hunger and anger …

At the weekend, he used to ask his father 
About the favourite meal, but rather
He would find a surprise the next day.
Each day was windy winter and grey…

Father had the same touching answer:”Something good”.
In the strange interference ,water and fire ,one was rude.
Solitude  was their common friend stealing in like a lizard,                                       
But, in the afternoon they played sweeping their courtyard.
They had leaves in autumn and snow in the winter.
The sky was grey without sun, the clouds were bitter.
Father was counting the leaves, in the old horizon
The son was painting the days ,in the cold horizon.


The war with the falling down leaves fighting hard 
With red faces like an inveterate drunkard .
And years after his father met his final hope,
The son would stop in front of  the sweets shop , 
Ready to buy recollections as Christmas tree sweets.


Details | I do not know? | |

celsius

Fallen snow will remind of me/ it is snowing ... 
Slowly as in the dream/ 
Boy word-beads/ with signs on his spine/ 
He kisses fine/ 
Your eyelids /

And it snows ... It snows /so slow/
It does/ and you're thinking of me/ 
'Coz it's warm/ it's better to stay in warmth/ 
Waiting for summer dim/ 
It is snowing/ slowly like in the dream/ 
Flakes/ go round/ playing the music theme/ 
You've been looking for rescue/ 
You searched in wine/ 
But it's in me/ 
all the rescues are mine/ 
It is snowing/ the snow is fluffy and white/ 
If you see darkness/ I'm deaf and blind/ 
there's the cast of time/ on the arm/ 
But I discern the light/ 
Dreams/ upon your eyelids tips/ 
Prepare you for winter drowse/ 
And it snows/ 

Fallen snow/ will remind of spring /
it will crumble and crackle in vain/ 
It will snow / fluffy /white/ and slow/ 
And you'll become whole/


Details | Rhyme | |

Winter Weary

Relentless and endless rain pours down
From the Heavens, dark and grey.
Sad and alone, I sit by the phone
Restlessly longing for sunny day.

Relentless and endless, dreary rain
Covering the country side.
I sit by the phone, sad and alone
Hating the rain I cannot abide.

Relentless and endless, so it seems,
The January days go by.
Sad and alone, I sit by the phone
And shiver with winds that won't die.

Relentless and endless, no respite,
Each day boring as the last.
I sit by the phone, sad and alone
Until cold winter days have all passed.

January 2, 2013


Details | Rhyme | |

winter song

I’ve felt the seasons each with passing time
each with weather tuned to its own phase
winter brings a cold I may not survive
if it weren’t for warmth that comes in its own ways

some say what’s in the sky depends on what’s in your mind
but how can you light a fire when the rain won’t dry?
to me seems like a big thing to deny
in the long run, just a different way to lie

bring your ice, bring your frost
bring your chills, don’t count the cost

bring your winds, make things die
have no mercy, cloud the sky

spring is bright and warm on certain days
summer is the single most bold
autumn is bright and warm on certain days
they all bring their days of dark, dark cold

winter’s frost forms in ways unclear
many of these chills i cannot relieve
the other seasons hint its coming’s near 
kinda like winter never leaves

bring your ice, bring your frost
bring your chills, don’t count the cost

bring your winds, make things die
have no mercy, cloud my sky


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

Portrait In Indigo -She Dreamed Of Icarus

                                                                 **~~**

She seemed to be like a delicate portrait
   which had fallen from its gilded frame 
Abandoned, lying face down on the cold winter floor
   An elegant portrait once painted
In resplendent hues of indigo blue 
Her eyes told a story of bittersweet 
   magenta colored sorrows bathed in tears
that etched themselves throughout
   The frail intricately, woven canvas of her soul 

Over time thoughtless hands had subtly 
   Contrived to manipulate the beauty 
Of her painted portrait into a resemblance 
   Likened to that of a cold, chiseled statue 
Carelessly molded by calloused fingers
   Lancinating the fragile fragments 
Of her spirit leaving her heart
   With etiolated worn fabric - called her life
 
She dreamed of Icarus soaring down
    on silvery wings of steel shrouded 
in cobalt and lavender clouds
    with outstretched, feathery fingers
lifting her up to dance a Stravinsky ballet
    As it was meant to be - not how it was 

She was a beautiful, fragile butterfly 
    bruised by a world much too harsh 
for her diminished spirit 
    leaving her unable to fly away
 from the skis thirsty rains 
    making it difficult for her to fly away
 from the skis thirsty rains
    It left her struggling to stay afloat
 In the springs melting snow 

Life had bruised her tender skin
   Gnawing away like insatiable insects 
On her delicate pink frescoed soul
   Leaving her feeling 
Like a fabricated manikin on display
   For all to pose her as they may

 Muddied soil was the blood that coursed 
  through her veins, holding her tethered heart 
in fleshy, mounds of chocolate brown earth 
  It held her helpless in its hold 
clogged by the silt which descended down 
  Into spaces of her soul…
Like murky strings of yellow tattered maize
  Leaving their ragged tassels tangled
Throughout her life flowing veins 
  Choking off the blood she needed
To nourish her hungry heart 

Mighty winds toppled her willowy limber tree
  Snapping the delicate boughs
Of her outstretched arms 
  As they pulled at the tender fleshy bark of her skin 

She stood cold and alone 
  In the icy winter night wrapped 
Only in her wounded, naked flesh
  With open, bleeding wounds 
Under the icy blue mist of the winter moon
Her heart and soul painfully revealed...
   In shades of indigo blue

                                                                     **~~**


Details | Tanka | |

Like Winter

Sadness, like Winter
Seems endless, but remember
Beneath the thick snow
Lies a Winter empty tree
That will bloom green in the Spring


Details | Rhyme | |

The Chiming Winter

She breathes a white mist. Her soul shivered,
Her heart now dissipates on ice.
The snow falls silent, a note unheard.
Belief falters of the Jesus Christ.
It's hot; The salty beads tease her
But her cares are frozen still.
Her naivete of life has dispersed;
In a soundless second, her hope is killed.

The colours are raw.

It is winter now where it was summer then.
Her face is dead. Covered in frost.
She cursed her flaws in heat, now winter made its descent.
The cold wind blows colder,
Her aspirations gone dead pale.
What she feared most held onto her
The ice consumes her warmth; a freezing veil.

"Jesus...why Jesus?"

The sweat is overpowering.
Between her legs dries under the sun.
She hears the melody of his belt singing.
Her scream doesn't bother...her reality cannot be undone.

"Why me Lord? Why me who never sins?"
Silence. It could have been worsened.
Praise be to Him that your life is now ruined
Instead of it stripped away and taken.

Praise be to God for He is good.


Details | Prose Poetry | |

The Golden Fertility of the Harvest

He is the sinking of the final red orange sun of the glowing summer 
Warmth no longer oozing and seeping into the pores as I lie bare under the skies 
Jeweled dewdrops on the morning grass to dampen bare feet all softness under  
And the shimmer on the surface of the lakes like the diamonds in your eyes 

He is the golden cusp pf Autumn's Fertility 
The ritual dance of the scarecrow in the breezes 
(Straw coming loose and flying towards you, most certainly 
will brush up against you and tickle before he ceases)  
 
And this thinner less lumpy all seeing scarecrow  
Seems to be in no remorse: his knowing face will always grin  
And his arms will always be raised in a wave to show 
He will protect the yellow brown stalks that bend before him 
 
He is the crisp wind that caresses the crinkled foliage 
Their rustling like long flowing skirts on a 1940s ballroom floor 
These winds chill the fingers and toes and your face with the stinging red roses  
Yet when winter beckons the retreating light, we will be frozen at its core 

He is silent snowfalls and many winter moons  
And the brown earth beginning to expose itself  
The uncoiling of green and mud beginning to ooze  
And all new life breaking free from its fragile shell


Details | Personification | |

Winter

‘Tis winter season—
a bracing weather, foggy in its warmth.
The trees are drying, as bones,
gripping water from the winter soil.
It’s resting on an earth snow:
dancing in chilliness, dazedly.
Perchance,
it’s waiting for a poignant breath
that will give him soul.
To feel, once more, from being numb.
To warm his heart;
but the serenity and the turmoil have ended.

The dream is forgotten by the prized.
The dream is freezing the lover. 


Details | Senryu | |

Green island fire and ice

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Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

The Train

Please...
My and mines' next meal awaits
My sons school fees awaits 
My youngest daughters' shoes await
My nieces' dress awaits 
My mothers' medication awaits
My mud huts' repairs await
The winter blankets await
And so does the winter coal 
Rosies' next instalment awaits...
Get me to work, I have to be there by eight.



Details | Tanka | |

Tanka 12

	
	
	Tanka 12
	
	
	dark skies fuel  
	my melancholy mood 
	winter’s cold rain  
	dampens down my writing mind
	deadens my ways with words
	
	
	
	
	


Details | Free verse | |

Winter

Winter has come
Allegro non molto plays out
And instantly, I am back to that day
Nebulous clouds of soft misty rain
Gently saturating my resolve
It has been a fortnight of misery
So I take pause as,
Adiago-Presto plays on
And the vanguard of my thoughts
Runs the amorphous path I have manufactured
Through the briar of thistle,
I struggle 
As Presto dissolves 
And another sun, sets


Details | Free verse | |

Memories Made

The coldest white had fell
Surrounding all the feet of those behind
The day turned into hours
Just in the mind
Did the gift appear in night?
Or were dreams reality?
Did it come from karma’s hands?
It drifts from sanity

The trek towards that happy place
You’ve been there many times
Something was different now
It held a horrible surprise
The box wasn’t full of life and sound
The ashes of memories made were here
Taking longer to twist the knife
Left remains of a child now in tears

Standing still you couldn’t breath
Excuses flying in your mind
Trying to figure out the scene
Hoping there’s time
You look up to see
Expectant eyes for the last time
You wish you could keep
But it’s the saddest of a smile 


Details | I do not know? | |

boungiorno

hello! hey! boungiorno! what is the date?/
this world of dimensions created duality/
no letters/ no words/ are enough to express/
someone like you/ in reality/

i filled all your emptines/ MY still quiet bay/
as Jhon opened world in his Yoko/
you searched perfect princes/ looked for "right him"/
now at only one overman looking/

i swear/ i will hold you/ as much as i can/
would become all the axes/ and outer space/
voice is speared by the screaming wind/
falling down/ flakes to your place/

going crazy just seeing your knees/
don't regret anything/ my Benito/
unbelievable/ perfect/ unbearable/
you whisper/ "la comedia e finita"//


Details | I do not know? | |

Abuse

Trapped. No where to hide.You scream at me through the door.Though your words still 
sting me.
I sit on the ground alone.Blood drips down like tears. tears run down like rain.The room's 
spinning.  My heart bursts out of my clothes.We got into a fight.  Why is unclear.
I tried to leave.  You hit me. I fell.I started to cry.  You kicked me.A sharp pain burst out of 
my chest.  I could not breath. I have little energy,I kicked you.  You fell. I ran to our 
bedroom.
I am trapped.  No where to hide.I'm weak. I stumble to your Night stand.I see a gun.You 
break down the door.  I grab the gun.You start to choke me, squeezing my throat like you 
were trying to get some sort of juice out of me.
I pull the trigger.
BANG!Trapped.  No where to hide.Your grip feels looser.   Your face in pain.
You fall down. i fall into darkness.Free.  No need to hide.


Details | Haiku | |

In Bluff





The grumpy Cape skies whipped wrath unto all of it. Everybody cried.
April 16, 2014


Details | Rhyme | |

SO PEACEFUL, SO COLD IS THIS WINTER AFTERNOON

The American eagles left their warm nests
before snow fell on the evergreen pines and spruces,
so did the ravens, grackles and petrels...
hidden among the white mountains, the river still flows.


So peaceful, so cold is this winter afternoon,
no other sound but the waters babbling on rocks,
flowing into the wide valley below without a tune...
two months ago, the placid lake swarmed with ducks. 


Footprints are visible into the frozen snow that no one loves...
who would venture in this life-threatening wilderness?
Could it be a grizzling gone astray, or searching for his cubs?
Leave it to the imagination, or simply take a guess! 


So peaceful, so cold is this winter afternoon,
and the more I look, the less I think of danger...
I would love to get out and discover it like the slow-moving raccoon
seeking food until he shivers and decides to turn back with anger.


Details | Rhyme | |

Overcast Skies

This cold winter rain makes me lazy.
I miss the warm sunshine of fall.
All I want to do is to rest.
It seems I've no energy at all.

I long for the coming of spring
When my spirit and the earth are reborn.
For the drab winter weather saddens me
And leaves me feeling forlorn.

This season has barely begun
And I'm already wishing it gone.
I miss the clear skies above
And the bird's chatter greeting the dawn.

Winter can be so depressing,
Especially when you're alone.
The rain, the snow and the cold, cold wind
Leaves me feeling weary to the bone.

I count the days till it's over
And the spring arrives at last.
Three more months is a long, long time
To live life with skies overcast.


Details | I do not know? | |

Seasonal Change (Angel of Sadness)

As my soul dwells in your past 
I kill for this moment to pass 
Al though I smile 
I find myself more and more suppressed 
As if, your casket was buried in my chest 

Yes, I breathe 
For I believe 
I am promised to leave 

And I hate the winter 
All the days of September 
I hate the center of a broad frost December 

And as the night expires 
My fright assumes your desires 
I feel I am not the child I used to be 
The privilege of this substance abuses me 
I hate to be the selfish man I have become 
But as if it were fate 
Sadness reigns past noon for some 

I hate the winter 
All the days of September 
I hate the center of a broad frost December


Details | Verse | |

The Silent Of Winter - Shadorma

(Shadorma) The snow falls The whispers' of winter Silently I hear them, Tapping here at my window; And in my mind too Its shadow Have suddenly come Everywhere I see them In the silence of winter They call me... Dorian Petersen Potter aka ladydp2000 copyright@2014 November,22,2014


Details | Free verse | |

Your eyes across my soul

Its time to face the truth croons the singer on the radio and I die
Curling up in to a ball pulling my hair out and screaming
Because I know this to be true
I will be there again when it snows and snows
I will be there again if you call
I will be there again if you whisper out my name
In the eyes of my memories you're beautiful
In the breaths I stole with my camera you're beautiful
Across these lips that will never touch yours again you're beautiful

I thought I heard you call out my name tonight 
But I knew you weren't home
In the cold under the city lights beneath the blanket of night
What if it was you I think now as I linger
But you weren't home
And still... 
I wish I had turned around
To see you standing there in the gently falling snow
But I thought you weren't home

I have lost sleep tonight and I may never sleep again I fear
Because I don't know what to do
I don't know where to turn, where to go
So that I may, I might, 
Dream of your smile and your eyes across my soul
You're so beautiful, 

I let slip this pen from my fingers
Staining these last few lines I know it to be true
And I don't really care about that now
I will never be with you I know, I know... 

And this is the truth I must learn to face


Details | Free verse | |

The Drugs

Last week of my summer break
Hanging with my friends like always
Thats when I stumbled acrossed you
And suddenly I felt my heart grew weak

Instantly I fell in love with you, thats no lie
My soul fell for you as soon as I looked into your eyes
For they looked as though the sun was shining 
directly into them

He looked at me with more compassion
Then I had ever felt
Talking all summer just me and him
About everything and about nothing

What changed that autumn??
Was it your new friends
Because I saw what you did to your old ones
What made you into this kind of monster???

Although I never told you how I felt
I would still stay up at night and cry about it
Then the final day came when I found out the truth
How drugs were destroying the man I loved

From autumn to winter and from winter to spring
I couldn't believe how different you looked
Your eyes no longer shined like the sun
Your muscles weaker than ever before

I knew you were dying, I told you to stop
But you told me you didn't care
I wanted to leave you 
But I knew you needed me now more than ever

Summer comes around, schools are getting out
And off you left, leaving me all alone on this earth
Not even old enough to graduate and yet your gone
I never stopped warning you, but I still feel I'm to blame


Details | Blank verse | |

the phantom of Genoa

The Phantom of Genoa 
Along the docks of Genoa a man with shoulders bent walks,
he is thin and pale it is as he hides under his winter coat.
It can get very cold in Genoa, but for him winter is everlasting.
Few people recognize him now, those who do look away 
from this huddled figure of cowardice. But there are also those 
who avoid him because they see in him a mirror of themselves,
humiliations and weaknesses buried deep within their soul.
 Once he had been a popular captain on a cruise liner loved and
admired by passengers and crew alike, but tragedy struck and
he failed them, shamed his nation and worst of all himself.
“Vada a bordo Cazzo” shouted at him whenever he appeared 
in public. Unforgiven he walks night streets, he is our ghost.


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APRIL DECORATES NATURE

April decorates Nature
with snowy festivity...
to resemble a season so wintry;
will the unwelcome snow head for the shore?

The very disappointed skies gleam unpleasantly,
and the saturated earth weeps in agony;
who commanded the wrath of the tempest...
when winter supposed to be laid to rest?

The snow's showers cover the budding hills
quicker than the gelid rain of winter;
far and away...hope is illusory and brief,
and the questioning mind deflects its early coming!
Does this season have a late beginning,
or is it caused by an unknown factor?

April has smothered winter and hasn't protected
the trees, flowers and plants from frost;
almost everything has perished in its ferocious course,
and the desperate farmer deplores an harvest so scarce!

Inside is so cozy and warm, the gusty wind
is heard through the fireplace that retains the heat
of the crackling logs underneath;
some folks cherish moments like these!

April decorates Nature
quite beautifully and impressively;
brutally or unfairly...
it becomes an inevitable rapture!


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Waiting For You

'm still waiting for you 
in my mind
Though in reality I've left
you behind

Just like winters ice
 and snow
Seasons have to change
I know

But I'm still waiting, wishing
hoping
Wondering just how you're
coping

With not seeing me like I'm
not seeing you
I wonder if you even feel
the same way I do

I never could tell really how
you were feeling
You seemed hurt, you seemed lonely
like you're heart needed healing

And in my mind I still see you
as clear as can be
and everywhere you are there
you're always with me

And the things that I vision
are like sewing the seams
and those seams turn to schemes
that get lost in my dreams

I can feel the cold air and
as I touch you're skin
Swirls of snow come and go
as I wake up again

As I think of you're face
and that time and that place
I miss you much more than
I missed you before

I always do wonder
if you even remember
that day you turned around
at the end of December

And you spoke those words
and I looked in you're eyes
You said I liked standing behind you
yes time truly flies

Since that moment you said that
has it been months or years
My sense of time fell behind somewhere
lost in my tears

And that chill, yes the chill
I loved you and the cold
But they said I was to young
and that you were to old

But I don't believe them
and I hope you don't too
I was just to shy to ask
if you feel like I do

And than it was to late
for words I needed to say
and before I even knew it 
The time flew away

And its how now, so hot now
cause Summer is here
But Winter still grips me
I can still feel it near

And so now I am waiting
very calm, very still
In my mind all the time
For  that cold winter chill


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Never Go Home (angel of sadness)

On and On I'mma never go home
Just the lovely words of another sad song
Morning lust is the exchange of labor for cash
Exhaustion wares on me 
Only concerning those of you whom favor my ashes
Cold winter floors
Old secrets that remain tender behind doors
Yes I'm tired, I'm weary
Forever admired, so don't shed a tear for me
Perhaps I just happen to be 
Coasting on the right side of the tide
Arrogance and misery provided cushion for my hide
On and on I don't wanna go home
Just the lonely words of another sad song
Shadows are the reflections in this worlds weary mirror
I'll fade with the dusk
If this dreary picture gets any clearer 
One can only carry the torch for so long
Before these cold winter nights smother their flame
Lay a brother of shame
The mother of a child without her name
Seems I drown myself in days of liquor 
Only to never be drunken
Look to god and ask, can I not even torture myself
Fortune to my left, I simply adore myself
Sometimes we already no the end 
Every life is a story, and ever story is a life lived with sin
On and on I'mma never go home
Just the lovely words of anther sad song


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Winter Man

The winter never gave me a second chance
Her icy, cold hands lead me in a dance
My heart overcome by a sudden pain
I woke up from the dream and never slept again

The radio began to play her every song
It threatened me to run before I knew what was wrong
My life was overturned by this pretty bee
The poison in my veins is still becoming me

Ignorance is fleeting and so is death
I chose what to see and when to catch my breath
A power in its own; the delivery
The hatred that I bare won’t overpower me

The winter like a rose of decisive fear
To clutch it draws my blood but its beauty’s clear
The winter at the end of every street
To look back once again will only bring the heat

The winter in the midst of a man of hate
His icy, cold grip remembers it’s too late
The winter ever dancing within his eyes
The aura of his loss subsides when he dies