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In Memoriam (Che Guevara)

I
I woke up this morning with tears in my eyes,
your face was in the morning paper;
they shot you dead like a dog,
hunted you out all day and night.

                            II
They said you'd always been a bad seed
and youths were dying because of you;
they said you're a criminal on the run
with a dirty face and shaggy head.

                    (Refrain)
But I know you better than they do,
you preached love to all the people;
you fought for them, young and old,
you lit up their nights with your heart.

                            III
And now as I see you lying dead,
it seems my dreams have vanished as well;
they can call you names, any names they want,
but I know there's only one like you, 
there's only one like you, 
there's only one Che Guevara.
              (Repeat Refrain)
                
You lit up their nights with your heart,
you lit up their nights with your heart,
you lit up their nights with your heart.

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Ugly Is Beautiful

The hideous wrinkles and folds 
unmistakingly reveal the damage
that the harsh years had wrought,
all the battles waged and fought, 
won and lost.

I look at her now sunken face, 
beaten and badly weathered,
and there is no mistaking 
a perfect beauty she was
not that many years ago. 

She smiles, a hint of a dimple
peeking through the loose skin, 
faint signs of high cheekbones
desperately wanting to be seen, 
strong jaws chiseled on a face
that must have been stunning
when she was younger. 

Alas, all her enviable perfections
the passage of the years wasted,
disfigured, marred beyond repair 
by the envious hands of time. 

While this ugly observer focuses 
on her now terribly faded image, 
with a smile I sigh without envy, 
listening to a voice whispering: 
the more beauty one possesses, 
the greater is the loss in the end. 

Time, the great equalizer! 
Ugly from birth and ugly till death, 
I can take it all with a hearty laugh 
as there is not much I will give up,
for the years cannot take away
what from the start I never had.

Ah, ugly is much more preferable
and perfectly beautiful after all.

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Road To Freedom

Which road would lead me to heaven?
I've been looking for that road.
Which road would lead me to freedom?
I’ve been a slave since my birth.

Which road would lead me to sanity?
I’m going crazy with all the rules.
Oft voiceless 'neath society's shadow,
it’s time to get out of this life.

My mind's aching, my heart's slowly breaking,
they don’t realize what they are doing.
I can’t bear it all it’s time to get home,
they’re making me a fool I can’t go on.

Which road leads me to that long-lost place?
where everything is love, no trace of hate.
I’ll find it someday, tomorrow maybe,
although they’re blocking my way.

Which road would lead me to laughter?
I’ve been crying all my life.
Take my hand and come with me,
just say the word and we’ll be free.

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Old Piano Book

Now yellowed with age
a lonely music book,
hidden in every page
old musician dreams

of endless nights passed
struggling with melodies,
lovely trills and arpeggios,
etudes and symphonies;

a sentry keeping watch
over dirtied ivory keys
played and loved once
by souls of olden days;

labors of faceless men
held close to its breast,
strains still remembered
kept deep in the chest;

an old piano book stands
now sullied by the years,
within its torn pages live
dead musician tears.

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Mysterious Man

Hurriedly, silently, in purposeful fluid movements
and long, determined strides, he dashed among
the thickets, bending and darting amidst the vines
searching for a perfect little place to stay and hide.

Stealthily and noiselessly he slithered underneath
lush, leafy overhangs shielding him from the sun -
keen, cautious, like a crouching, hungry predator
anxious not to draw unwanted attention to himself.

The birds on treetops hushed their singing in haste
as the woods turned suddenly still - frozen in place,
shocked,  stunned and unprepared to bear witness
to the mysterious man’s strange, diabolical scheme.
 
He threw a quick look to his left and another to the right
then jerked, turning his head around to make doubly sure 
that no human soul finds him in this quiet, secluded place
about to carry out his dark, sinister and unplanned crime.
  
Taking a deep, measured breath and now totally reassured
of being truly alone, away from prying eyes to a gory crime, 
in his madness he violently yanked down his old Levi jeans, 
squatted to the ground, grimacing, and…ahh, sweet release!

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No Guarantee

Surely just a little, freak accident,
a foolish thing not actually meant,
Jack and Jill after a first meeting
ended up in a shotgun wedding.

Childhood sweethearts Sue and Bart
for each other meant from the start,
theirs was a match made in heaven
that friends long ago had foreseen.

Fast forward...

Sue and Bart, married for two years,
are in court with bitterness and tears,
sure that divorce is so much better
than living in hell hating the other.

Accidental mates, jolly Jack & Jill
draw pails of water up on the hill,
with little grandkids trailing them
in that oft repeated family game.

Boy, what a joke this life can truly be,
hit it or miss it there is no guarantee;
only one thing is predictably sure -
an appointment with a head doctor!

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If Only...

If I could but do things all over again,
retrace my steps back to where I started,
I would do things quite differently.

I shouldn’t have…

   idiotically fallen for your innocent exterior,
   blind to the evil lurking deep in your soul.

   let myself be hypnotized by sensuality
   that hid your latent, calculating cruelty.

   splurged like a love-starved teenager,
   giving my all to a shameless gold digger.

   loved you and let you turn this shell of a man 
   into a total wreck now devoid of self-respect.
   
   left the comforting embrace of hearth and family,
   seduced by your faithless assassin charm. 

I should have…

   listened to my conscience whispering, imploring
   me not to be swayed by the allure of the flesh.   

   used my common sense, my brain, not my loins,
   to turn back the power of your magical spell.

   been content with my good woman’s love,
   dispelling lust and the folly of my ways.

   crushed you before getting myself entangled
   within your web of deceit and false promises.

It's cold out here in the street, no roof over my head,
shivering, trembling, on this wind-swept evening.

If only I could do things all over again...
God, if only I could.

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Magnum Opus

Man of words, strange creature of fiery intention,
Amplifying pictures with that restless imagination,
Great are the images spurting forth from your pen,
Nothing holds you down, working alone in the den; 
Unto the night you toil, pushed by an alien power,
Mastering some inner demons, taming your fear.

Oh how you search for truths floating up in the air,
Producing tremors with the raging force they stir,
Until at last your labors come to a perfect ending, 
Shaking humanity with the hard lessons they bring.

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Pasture of Green

Come to my pasture of green,
this place that I love so well;
come and share all its bounty - 
every plant, flower and tree.

Come to this meadow of green,
harvest the fruit from the vine;
watch the rain gently falling -
silvery as a dew in the morning.

As I look at the beauty around me
I see just how much He loves me.
I'm blessed with His gifts on earth -
the seasons, plains and valleys.

Lay down in my pasture of green
to gaze at the clouds high above,
hear His voice from the hillside
softly calling "My child, I am here."

Come to the woods, see His face
etched on a tender, young leaf,
revealed in a brook's peaceful sigh,
whispered by the wind's lullaby.

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Enrico's Serenade

Like a morning breeze, 
dear, I come to you
with a soft caress, 
to hold you in my arms
forevermore.

Take me in your mind,
tell me you love me,
share your love tonight 
to last me all the days
and through the years.

Let my arms enfold you,
let my lips to kiss you,
put my heart on fire - 
a blazing flame 
of sweet desire;
hold me tenderly 
and soothe this soul
of mine longing for you; 
forever you will be 
my one true love, 
my dream,
my only sweetheart
you will be.

Like a morning breeze,
dear, I come to you
with a soft caress,
to hold you in my arms
forevermore.

(Based on Enrico Toselli's 'Serenata')