CRIPPLED

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I cannot write any song about you anymore,

you're just a scar now, the wound is gone.

I cannot console myself about you anymore,

you 've been a deformation on my soul.

Reality has overstepped  you, you're no menace; 

only a hurting nightmare at night.

Your photos are reminding me, you 'll always pass as 

trampling on my heart, bleeding inside.

Oh dear, you are my eternal mate, why did you resist?

Why were you letting death to annoy you?  

I'm limping sorrowful, out of your shadow, in the mist

a crippled being , alone without you.

A STRANGE PERSON

See I 'm feeling hard babe

I'm in the middle of people I cannot understand

I'm opposite to  cruel ideas, they don't seem to end

I love my work, I do it well

It seems for this reason I will  be expelled

I have no metron in my life but I can't harm

even a fly annoying, I  drive it away nodding my arm.

I want you endlessly, you just went away

I stay alone, remembering you, throwing flowers in your way.

All this around is changing, people hate.

I feel the love for every being, I trust fate.

I enjoy the sun, the nature, simple life

although I often feel I 'm stabbed in the back with a knife.

No matter, I'm used to it, I won't change.

I'll stay bleeding,gullible, even strange...

BENIGH LUMPINESS

 

I write poems in my sleep
or when I wake up or when I cry.
I was many years in silencing,
now the cup has overflowed.

I talked to myself metering syllables,
every time my inhuman logic retreated,
I let my emotion to breathe.

My best poems are unwritten,
they are inscribed on my heart’s scars.

I protected you, my reason,
when you were chirping arrogantly, 
showing off to me your big words…

Until now I withstood to do not yell, 
to keep the tones low.
I reduced myself with rhymes and meters, 
hid myself behind the pace,
or earlier sung the pain of others.

The knot in the neck is now cureless.
I suffer from benign lumpiness of the spirit,
Overproduction of emotional cells.
I must methodically remove the extra
to avoid harming of my vital organs …
I always hope the prognosis to be true:

My disease not to be contagious.

DANGEROUS PUPPET

Their worlds were different
She had the suspicion she could hurt him.
Even the thought of this matter, 
as passing through her mind, made her insecure. 
She could not withstand though
to be insulted by his strange behaviour.
She was ignorant of his character's peculiarities.
She could never be aware of the scars which were sculpted
on his mind and soul by his hard life.
She was always a puppet in a puppet's house.
What could she understand about his cruel experiences?
Why does he insist to be loving her?
Why does he continue to think she worths it?
Why does he try to fit the unfitting?
Why does he say he cannot live without her?
Why is he stuck into a false dream?
He should leave her in her loneliness...
She had the best intentions , though 
their distance makes her a bad influence for him.
She had done  wrong to let him mess with her kind.
She's dangerous for men like him...

HUMANS OR JUST MAMMALS?

For what else are we really reassured 

in this world of pain

except for our personal fantasies?

Do you see them, mother Earth?

Do you see the homeless, the hungry ones, 

the slaughtered ones, the wronged ones,

the sick ones, the criminals?

Do you really see them?

Do you realize that your sons and daughters

can sooner or later become a part of

the Whole World's Miserable Ones?

Have you ever consciously had

even the slightest suspicion about this probability?

Have you already had this frightening nightmare? 

Has it crossed your mind that Your Roses could wither,

That they will probably grow thorns?

Well, I never felt secure in my fake success...

There are wolves thirsty for power

There are hyenas hungry for corpses

There are vultures eager for wealth

If you find a way to cease this worldwide dearth

then you'll find a way in fact for your family to grow,

for the whole living creation to survive!

Believe me! 

I saw it with my own eyes

The Beast is near

THE MAY BEETLE

I offered to myself a victory.

I said I wish and it became true again.

The only thing that I 've never dared 

to demand ...

THE DECEPTION

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Sometimes I feel

as though I was simply deceived by you.

And as time passes,

the more I'm convinced about  it.

An underlying need

a latent mental disorder

and that's it! An easy victim of love ...

BRIGHT...

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I have dreams, I have great hopes!
It is not enough for me  to live one life only
but it will all be erased after me, what a shame!

EVEN IF

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Even if I conquer the whole world,
even if I shake great mountains,
even if I gain the gold of all reigns,
even if I give it back to the miserables,
even if I wash the shed blood,
even if I stop the wars in every land,
even if I wipe the tears of every kid,
even if I heal the pain of every one in need,
even if with my word I rule barbarians
even if my songs please  gods more than altars,
even then I'll feel lessened, I'll feel so small
'cause the one to whom I 'd be willing of all,  
doesn't wish  to enter in my world anymore.

CONFESSION

I need you

I need you instead of him

It is cruel, what I 'm saying

It is not fair for you, you are worthy to have my love.

You should slap me in the face to punish me.

You care for me, you are special.

But I'm so spoiled.

I'm so eroded by my loving passion for him.

Him, him, him, him, him, him.

He is not here. You are!

He was never so near, as you are.

He could never withstand the pain, as you can.

He was blaming me, you never are.

I need you

I need you instead of him.