In that sweet spring of our beginning, did a deeper truth begin,
A light we thought eternal, but did those dark shadows creep?
Did the promise whispered then, where does its echo sleep,
When your eyes were , once fixed on mine, now turns and looks within?
Was the cold close of our story written in the air?
Do the vows we spoke still haunt the quiet evening breeze,
Or have they scattered, like dead leaves from the trees?
Is every memory now a burden you must bear?
Tell me, when you look forward, is my face already blurred?
Does the silence where my voice was, bring you any pain?
Is forgetting me a task you try to attain?
My love, my love, by whom is your new path sketched?
Must I watch the future claim you, wholly and apart?
Will the thoughts we shared never touch your heart?
Oh, tell me, will you ever come back to where we start?
Stop tickling me!
Beloved, you make with howl with
laughter.
Oh, may we be forever just so in the
coming hereafter!
You make my head wild…..as your
kiss on my hot neck spins.
Both my mind and soul just became twins!
Let us stop being crazy in this amorous, hot
sprinkled moment in Rome.
Or perchance, not and let us, never go home.
5/7/2023
Spanish Violinist, living as Belgian,
Using the Italian for his collective nightmare:
The Ignored, Disposable Humans who make music
Even after the Nazis, "I Silenti"
The Roma
I can’t stop thinking of the Roma people
There are many of them in Algarve,
Horse and cart to the annoyance of car drivers.
Horse manure their only pollution.
When a bank goes belly up, you can’t sue them
For misusing your deposit.
When all aeroplanes have stopped flying and
Cars are rusting by the roadside, and there are no donkeys
To plough the fields, the Roma people will continue
Their journey towards the sunset.
Sneaking downstairs in the witching hours
I find my first lover
Before school, I rarely get much sleep
A Francophile who could keep me up for days
Staying in her arms or on her lap before dawn
sometimes with a rat, Rad D Louise, licking me
The conversations and the illustrations
were not always enough to satisfy me
I asked her furiously over and over
I was not allowed and
Father silently refused to accept this
We moved away, overseas
From the house where we held protesters
Living for a bit in Bangkok
In an internet cafe
where I discovered the earthquake
I'm left alone without my love
A decade passes and a few years go by
Sometimes we get together
When I sneak out of the dodge van
walk a mile, back and forth in the dawn
On the dock which I live on with my dad
Mom insinuates herself near my lovers bed
With threats to tell as we smoke cigarettes on the roof
Another decade passes and a sweet and secret reunion
Causes my current boyfriend to shed tears no more
She was standing next to Fountain Roma
where the river-god Ganges sits displayed
To me she was Spanish word “ paloma”.
Now on god Ganges her camera played
and I saw her smile at fountain statue
where the river-god Ganges sits displayed.
Alone, she needed companion with her
to suggest camera’s right position.
For little dove this help I could confer.
All this of course with her kind permission.
Coming close by lady’s side I ventured
to suggest camera’s right position.
Pointing at her camera I gestured.
Confused, she gave my words a second thought
Coming close by lady’s side I ventured.
Seems camera had been recently bought,
She was standing next to Fountain Roma,
and welcomed the instruction I now taught
To me she was Spanish word “ paloma”.
Her city steps carved of marble
Many valiant tounges have spoken on her behalf
Her riches make her stand out
Capital to many, gold
The cementery; bed to those whom only claim bravery
Roman emperors stand frozen in time
Statues guarding her fundamentals
All to her glory
Blood the lowest price she paid for all that she has
May Gold have mercy, Amen
The patient’s condition I do not care
Any medical condition does not scare
I will only do what I see fit
I will tell you when and where to sit
In this clinic I am always the boss
What you think I give not a toss
Although you might be very ill
All those forms you have to fill
She can drive your pressure way up high
And dismiss your tests with just a sigh
She know just looking I am very ill
But for hours I must wait for the magic pill
Nurse Roma Rude makes no idle boast
When stating that she can upset the most
The proud possessor of a medical skill
Can more than lightly a patient kill
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