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John Mollo Poem
long have I wandered through waxes and wanes, fire cast of love's primal seduction
songs from afar bearing storms of white stars forming only to seek new construction.
while long are incisions among stolen visions cutting through all my rest and my sorrows
lying deep in the heart bleeding quiet apart search the scarring of slain vain tomorrows
so weary with time I can never afford clustered heartbreaks that rend sad affection
born to quell all but truth I still sadly achieve lessened horror insane desecration
it withers my hide from this quest far and wide as the grains of feign life slip away
still I feel I must know what remains in my soul as I sample true beauty today
fair innocent love warms cold ill gotten breath as my mind fills with pure adulation
unwittingly casting out strength from a god dressed as frustrated wanton privation
just to say that I want her forever to miss her are deeds saved replete with desire
drowned alone in love's purest and cruelest division dethroned as I stoke this old fire
Copyright © John Mollo | Year Posted 2020
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John Mollo Poem
wind strives to rumble throughout my four walls blasting harder as day becomes night
knowing not the resolve now possessed by all forces driven forth upon earthly delight
unkempt admonitions grueling weathered conditions still fester a natural heyday
see my history shows hear that everyone knows I once feted a vast stronger foreplay
royal dreams filled my rooms like a torrent awash softly veiled plating pharaohs reprise
feigned ideals formed and went few were left to relent the metropolites gotham of lies
I was grand I was famous my spires commanded a tenurial coursed bright cognition
crowds would wildly applaud or calmly ignored vaulted structure it's nuanced ommisions
all the world of renown sought to bask round the crown in this portal good fortune fey fame
yet as all things become the one not to be seen I stumbled through time lost and lame
while fine frescos fumbled and all murals crumbled speak defiance to bare open admission
for remaining a vision this staid old commission looks a new sutured close bar all shame
Copyright © John Mollo | Year Posted 2022
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John Mollo Poem
my muse blew a fuse and ran far away fast
I'm guessing to happen figured here now at last
yet it's kind of beguiling the way I'm still smiling
cause I should be upset at the rift that's declining
all the space I need swiftly to help me be thrifty
moving on with my life as it's no longer nifty
to be lost at the top of your game and you're blasted
from losing all sense of things thought to be mastered
but I'll still try to better the things that are past
my muse blew a fuse and ran far away fast
Copyright © John Mollo | Year Posted 2020
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John Mollo Poem
I'm sorry I saw you down here in this valley
Of tears and great fears like a garbage strewn alley.
You struck me as someone of great worth and joy
I'm beginning to think now it's all been a ploy.
So how many more were enticed with great pride
And reduced fore to drown in your sea of black tide.
Just don't worry bout me cause I'm real good to go
I'll ne'er see you again is my tribute to know.
Copyright © John Mollo | Year Posted 2020
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