Saturday, August 7, 2010

The future's as old as anybody

At night
Shiny crown I rose
You take my hand then I lead you
For a penny down my shrine
Till comes time I reveal
Both worthy parts of our woman's love
And let your hand free to grab
My whole kingship and one penny back

Wrong number

Seducer

So here's to the circus
I was at the last call
Touched for my heart could return unspoiled
In an orphan fashion
I stepped in 
Looked for an ear that'd care for my lies
By no mean doubt about the gold of my silence
Then sensed truth within my soul
I knew I had no less chance and he preferred me
And my fair promises
So here's to the clowns today
Guess a name a birthplace or a sign
Does not reveal sadness or happiness
Nor who hates who and who ignores what

Saturday, February 20, 2010

Pacman

I see no dad staring at myself
I see a unicorn and a lady
You challenge the form of my reflection

Do you read me out there?

No book between you and I
A spirit takes a stroll 
I bang on walls as I look for logic




Sunday, January 10, 2010

Friday, January 8, 2010

Tuesday, December 29, 2009

Little red riding hood

How far can I run?
Before they find me, they'll say they know me
Make noise like peers
True to stones
Modern beast for a piece of silence
The less I speak
The less I betray myself

Getting sentimental

For once lives the man
And the poet presumed dead

Thursday, December 17, 2009

Friday, December 11, 2009

Thursday, December 10, 2009

Your heart is strong

Six months and something
The means enlightens my purpose
And I can go back in time
#
Here a man I'd call a man
Your confessed doubts inner convictions
I've suffocated enough for sin came by the gallon
#
First time I see you but you don't look down upon me
I take pride and courage
I dare to summon you
To contradict and energize you
Your heart is strong
You stand still but no less sick
#
I ask forgiveness for that thought
About sending your records to desolation
Moving away your stage ending the family syndication
I regret some rifle stories by the olive trees
Oh lean on my shoulder, i ask
Can I be even with the birds of your recollections
Within my rights
When I am still mocking them and you with them
#
Accept we are here, aren't we?
We do dare, don't we?
Happy we are
You still have songs to like


Neighbourhood #1 : welcome

Away sticks whistles gas and tears
Away cupids boatmen jail builders middlemen
How I hurt my face with a sword
How back then I wasn't myself 
Purely and simply
I'm healing this wound
I settled my debts by the pond
I tightened my flesh
Arose on this new soil
Grew up
Made a fortune from my maid's womb
Conquered and shifted wrong to right
My own place of birth


Neighbourhood #2 : tolerated

They came they came
Gathering at the democratic counter
A load of paper please stand...in vain
Soulless beauty for all that a clerk knows
For all that the greater function cares
Maybe the same blinks on a drumbeat memory
Exotic laughter and power from above
And the same bears no reverence for deep scars
For such indelicate touch of poverty
None shall pass 
On the path of chosen ones
They come they come



Neighbourhood #3 : excluded

On second thought
Yes
This man guilty had no motive
And you people here before all
Do you need so hard what destiny?

 












Good cop / bad cop

So the last doubt's for you
You're free before men
The letter of the law could be strong and righteous
But its servants are nothing but summoned

Wednesday, December 9, 2009

Tuesday, December 8, 2009

Book

Build it and they'll come

Eyes on her mobile phone miss buddha smiles
See now
On tired straight frowning angular necks
Faces of surprise
Was it a fox in the wagon
Happy as a tiger handing its paw
For real
Taking a mental ride through bookshelves
My reader pretends and protests
My time I can't get change for it
My mother yawns in colours
She imagines the forum
We the quorum
For less than a democracy
We'll speak when we reach home on the last train
Or never 

Monday, December 7, 2009

Turin style

I have no pride
For all things I remember
Whether I guess the meaning of all
The question grows inside of me

Friday, October 9, 2009

Romeo

I beg you

Dark
 Red curtain
  Lost my gaze
   Then became silence
    -
     Tired I was
       I am
        A drop of love       
         Tempting more than abandon
          -
           Never give up without a fight
             I reject pride
              Can't be despicable feeling
               And the violin might die
 

Wednesday, July 8, 2009

Mother Earth #1

Heavier than air?


Ignorance became violence
When shame granted them relief
They broke many walls in the place
Then saw no friendly face
To comfort their belief

Holy laundry day

Sunday, July 5, 2009

Carnival #1

In the eyes of fellow artists
And tastebuds of common men
Art is vanilla

Schrodinger's cat

The afterlife

You're not innocent
You're not disgraced
You say
I am faith
I have no guilt
Along the way to hell
Or to heaven
Tell me
Can one but one of my kind
Kill who believes
The end is being killed?

Saturday, July 4, 2009

The good dog, it's coming back home

I, away and back, left my past dying here.
I hate the family no more:
My home like every home, house worth every house,
I now feel where I belong.
I'll walk the painfully long road only to know my place is behind me.