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Giota P Poem
In the great vineyard of the stars
Every night, I see her.
Drinking the juices
Of our dreams
Our curses and,
Most shameful sins .
Amongst angels and ghosts,
She is, the purple haze
That covers all,
The shadow that every man casts,
The secret that every man holds.
She has always been there;
In the stories
Of other gods and goddesses ,
Working her magic,
Marrying darkness to light.
But Alas! Now the gods are dead!
Dead?
Forgotten rather or misplaced.
But she,
Who dwells at the crossroads
Of Heaven and Hell,
With her misty violate eyes,
She looks down on me
And smiles!
“Your mortal frame and form are slowly dying!
But I…” she laughs
“I am stronger than you!
“I am stronger ,even, than
the passing of time!”
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Giota P Poem
Who is to claim this sullen heart?
These frozen lands,
These charcoal trees,
These crooked lanes,
That lead to walls,
Of gold and lead?
Who dares to claim this sullen heart?
A scarecrow guards a barren field,
‘ been here too long
been here too long…
no crow to scare not anymore.’
Whose eyes are those that seek no sun?
Whose hands are those that crave no touch?
Wild winds swirl behind the eyes,
No word will escape, not even a sigh!
Who is to claim this sullen heart?
These rusted swords,
These broken shields,
These hollow bones,
Where shadows linger,
And glow worms sleep?
Who dares to claim this sullen heart?
An iron golem guards the gates.
‘ been here too long
been here too long….
no foes to fight not anymore.’
Whose smile is this that mocks the sky?
Whose words are these that preach demise?
Oceans clash behind the eyes,
No word will escape, not even a sigh!
Who is to claim such sullen heart?
These purple moors,
These empty turrets,
These haunted coves,
Where secrets grow,
Into blossoms of woe?
Who dares to claim such sullen heart?
Let no man claim
Let no man seek
What lies beyond the gold and lead.
There is no heart.
Just silent hills
And stifled sighs,
Which turned to fiends,
That turned to ghosts,
And on and on.
There is no heart.
There never was.
Just bits of bone,
And threads of flesh,
Which turned to stone,
That turned to sand,
And on
And on…
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Faithfulness, delivers me from evil dreams and consequence
Disguising my desire as a noble prayer
Hoping for the madness to subside
Wishing for a life that could be mine.
Noble queen, your curse holds me tightly to my heritage
Your fearsome memory dwells inside my mind
Sharper than a needle in the eye
Hand in hand my hopes are walking by.
Images, my entire being reduced to images
Firmly locked and barred inside their greedy eyes
Fools pledging service to a name
Vanity is such a wicked game.
Blazing swords, will now determine how my tale unfolds
Misguided men mistaking their desire for love
The unbeatable desire to possess
Of dignity and grace I am undressed
Ancient queen, inside my head I hear you screaming, ‘compromise…
The gods are deaf and dumb and will not hear your cry
To follow is your place and not to live
I’ll hold your hand to silence as you sink’.
Irony, the only part of me escaping is a tear
My envy grows as I watch it disappear
A sight that hurts so much to see
Trickling down to freedom without me.
Faithfulness, is just an other spiteful word for ignorance
My threadbare heart I trust in you my queen
Deep waters rise and on you I once more lean
Please hold my hand to darkness as I sink.
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Once again I find you writing lines on someone you barely know.
What is it that you wanted, calling out to me in such a late hour?
Like the boy who cried wolf, you are! You got some nerve girl thinking you can turn to me
asking me to forget !
Last time you drag me out in the heat, under the blazing sun of July telling me it’s worth
all the fuss and trouble.
And I said, ‘What the hell! Maybe it is so.’
This time is raining and you’re doing it again, only this time you ain’t even sure
yourself. What is it that you want girl? I got no answers for you.
And I’m tired of your melancholy moods.
And of all your smoking.
And your dreamy gazing out the window.
And your long silences.
And of those goddamn mushy songs you keep listening to.
Look at all these lines you’ve written, lying flat in their backs flooding the place up,
reeking of rain and smoke.
It’s like a goddamn minefield in here, everywhere I step a thought goes ‘bang’ and before
you know it more lines! Words following words forming long grey lines, lying there deaf
and dumb, and for what?
I’ll tell you what for! For no reason at all!
It’ll do you no good, your catatonic prose and poetry. It never did.
And you better ram those popping thoughts of yours right down where they came from, cause
they’re driving me nuts! Sprouting all over the place spreading like a poisonous ivy,
making my skin itch like hell!
I’m done talking to you girl and if you don’t get your act together, that’s the last
you’ll ever hear from me!
I’m going to bed now so keep it quiet, you hear?
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For weeks, I cried myself to sleep
While my prince charming was snoring gracefully beside me.
And those were the better weeks.
The good ones quickly followed,
In a rather orderly fashion
With dinner parties and cocktails,
And barbeques, and “the boys are coming over to watch the game hon”
The bad ones, came with a promotion, a corner office with a panoramic view and “don’t wait
up” phone calls.
The worse ones, I expected.
And when they came, they weren’t all that bad.
They came in fancy suits, a settlement, and a fat alimony.
These days I spend a lot of time trying to remember,
a shipwreck,
a game of chess,
a promise…
It is so odd, I feel I am supposed to remember something
but I am not sure what
or why.
And what of this man I dream at nights?
He’s standing on some distant shore,
His body’s bent
His arms thrown by his side
He does not move
Nor wave
Till he becomes a blurry dot in the horizon
And then a cry.
I wake up drenched in sweat, shaking, almost terrified
That desperate, piercing, soulful cry
So sharp, so deep, so purifying!
But was it his, or mine?
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Break the waves! Break them!
I beg you! Please, do this for me.
Just this once!
I cannot wish any louder
I cannot crave any stronger
I can only say this much
not in bold words or needy cries
but in whispers.
It’s been too long!
Too long…
Can’t you hear them?
Can’t you see them?
Flocking around you?
Not to claim you or to own you.
Only to serve .
My feelings.
I cannot wish any louder
I cannot crave any stronger
Please, just this once
Break the waves!
Only this once!
And I promise I’ll turn this light off,
and seek no more.
No more, no more.
Standing on this windy edge
I send out misty thoughts,
to come fetch you.
But it’s been too long!
Too long…
And I can only do so much.
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