La leggenda dell’estate

C’è chi ha viaggiato la vita intera, chi ha visto tutto il mondo, mi racconta sue avventure sul suo moribondo.

C’è chi ha assaggiato ogni sapore esistente, corre come un pazzo verso i fiumi di sangue come se fosse un lavoro urgente.

C’è chi aspetta i miracoli ogni secondo, pregando al suo Dio personale mentre continua a dire una frase banale.

Uno che viene uno che va, un pensierino che scioglie il cuore ma la ragione suo cervello non gli dà, finirà male e finirà comunque male la testa di malinconico su cui l’ansia sale.

Arriva la fine, i torrenti delle sponde sono turbolenti, grande nuotatore ormai un morente mormorava mentre mi raccontò le sue avventure dal letto moribondo.

A Proposal

I’ll be your favorite clown, to make you cry to make you laugh,

I’ll be your favorite clown I’ll be something I’ll be someone you could rely on, you’ll be glad that I’m on your side I’ll send your tears to the tide, you won’t even have to hide your eyes tell me that you tried so hard.
I’ll be your favorite clown I’ll make you sad I’ll make you smile, I’ll be your curse I’ll be the cure, just lay on the surface and pour your heart.

I’ll be your favorite clown, I won’t ever let you down, though I got no idea what I’m about to do, this life is so repetitive that every day feels like just another Déjà vu.

I’ll be your enslaved clown, on my knees as you wear your preferred gown,
A glimpse into your eyes, enough to save a life, for your approval my dignity cried.

Your own personal clown whose poor soul died, his grief stories are written on leaves in pride, in pride of a man whose proposals in wind still moan, who wanted to be your favorite clown.

Television Sofa

Mainstream Chaos

I wonder why it has to be the way it is, so do you. In a life full of PAL systems why my NTSC VCR is stuck with blue lines. Every storm brings the different colors for my news channels and the same headlines for a hopeless reality. There’s no power button there are no channel skipping here, you just have to get through the whole show until you fall asleep indefinitely or an another storm tangle up the frequencies again. Who has the fortune to have everything under control is the one who has seen everything that they offer you to see. Life is too short not to skip the drama but at the same time you don’t the remote to console your surroundings. How would it feel to be stuck on a sofa and watch everything you don’t want to and see other watching everything you want to? A perfect metaphor for life, for those it isn’t, are the one who aren’t on that sofa anymore. But every chicken comes to roast one day, every coupon expires. In the end you’ll have to be on the melancholy sofa and watch it all and choose the right one with whom it’s gonna be worth with watching everything going downhill.

What if?

The life is like you hurry up then wait and don’t get pretty much anything done, if we talk about superpowers, everything makes life hard. I strongly believe so because it’s pretty simple or maybe it isn’t. We just keep forgetting things constantly like every single seconds, the things we forget can vary, for instance our dignity when we look at someone who we love insanely. Speaking of, I loved this little lady who used to be on passenger side everytime when the sun on weekends went down. Let me tell you about the sunrises we praised together staying awake all night and realizing that time is like the gust wind, like the movies, like the chew gum taste it lasts for almost an eye blink when it’s good. I used to count stars and every time I looked her in the eyes I added 2 more in the counted numbers, i even used to tell her that the only unique constellation I’ve ever seen is in her eyes. Eyes are the path soul after all, the poetry starts with eyes and the principals of love are based on eyes. I feel for the blind people but lucky them who never got to care about the aesthetics. It would’ve been amazing if the human species were not gifted with eyes. We could prevent a lot pain at least the one you feel when you’re seeing someone with someone else.

I don’t remember the last time when life treated us well. The hospitality faded with the joys of childhood. All we are can do is just try to get through it and some usually can’t and end up turning and fertilizer for mother earth. Fatality is a punishment for loved ones in any case.

Nothing really makes sense, nothing ever did. This was just to tell everyone that everything they’ve ever struggled for wasn’t ever worth it, the ultimate joke is that we live and we don’t deserve everything that we possess.

The love and affection are just devilish products, none ever cared what it meant, the spontaneous reactions of ones led him to certain consequences. Nothing really is planned the way it goes, the circumstances change every milliseconds and along with that every action comes up variable results. The human brain is too cynical despite the fact it changes itself every once in a while but you sometimes are sweetly forced to take decisions about how you should or shouldn’t make it through life. Everything has consequences, the time is like a thread, the different realities and different dimensions of it comes with diverse colors of them. We choose too look for certain colors and make the most exotic life out of it. Sad we never questioned ourselves or asked for more colours, maybe we are content with what little ever we have. Maybe we aren’t aware of the fact that bucket of life isn’t still full, the day it will be, it will become too heavy to carry. Maybe that’s what we are afraid of? The dilemmas will never come to an end, talk about the misery though. What has to come to an end never will and the life will pass like an amateur tailor who never seemed to be certain about sewing the correct edges. Aftermath isn’t always awful.

The Leveler

The glorious one will find a way,

It will carve the paths or it may,

The death will look me in the eyes,

All the strength and hard work won’t stay,

The glorious one would approach me day,

When the clocks will tick, I’ll be gone away.

Our ultimate leveler, reliever the revealer,

Offers anguish, agony and dolor,

I try to run and torment is more,

It’ll be too late to regret, to get the spell,

No need to deplore or curse to say, 

Because I’ll be in the hell anyway .

No time will be left to pray,

I’ve said all what I had to say,

No dilemmas, no questions, left nothing to confuse,

Let a man go to sleep now,

Because a dead man isn’t much of a use.

I’ll be deaf to your words and phrases,

You’ll lost behind in world I’ll win the races,

An indefinite pause from your endless strives, I’ve seen your wrists and the blessed knives,

I’ll in hurry though I won’t have to say goodbye,

I promise, I’ll be back when the pigs will start to fly.

I am numb to your voices and screams,

What’s the point of continuance of this weeping,

Y’all should try to sleep as I’m sleeping,

One less to worry about, won the battle I fought,

I’ll be now celebrating this inner fire and urge,

Now this will be the time to play my dirge.

Take a Seat to Watch and See

Take a seat to watch and see,
Upon the window ledge we’ll be.
Two cities meet somewhere along,
The spark where you belong.
From here the light of down below,
You’ll face that bright and eerie glow.
For you will gaze the gold and red,7a48c83fda69188b92d9ac15d3677600.jpg
Fit the whole world in your head.
Can you feel the heavy song,
Of those who watch the silent long?

Take a seat to watch and see,
Resist to go on a killing spree.
Do dare to disturb the universe,
discover the secrets, abolish the curse.
Watch the darkness before the dawn,
There’s a reason why you were born.
So c’mon, get into that light,
Don’t be scared, take the flight.
Feel the wind gushing upon your face,
Every single soul you may trace.

Take a seat to watch and see,
Break the spell, get on your knee.
Pull up the sword, stab the crook,
Or make a bond within the look.
World will witness how you’ve grown,
In history, you’ll forever be known.
Wake up soldier, break the silence,
Be a winner without any violence.
Come back victorious, take a pledge,
Sitting with me on that window ledge.

Take a seat to watch and see,
With your mind enlightened, you’ll be free.


Small World Things

Look back at all the time you’ve made it to and the time you have to make it through, what tangles your imagination is what tomorrow be holds for you. It’s a small world we live in how many coincidences could interlock at a certain point in your life and could retaliate your assumptions about your future. How small world it is that if you start thinking about it, it just gets annihilated in your one mere thought. A human being is a randomly generated physical form brought to existence by other human beings, It grows to become the same as their creators and it’s all clichéd. Surviving is the most crucial part of your existence now, you do all what you can to make it through this world. Everyone has different ways to get what one desires. On the redemption day which is known as Friday night or Saturday in the Westernized present time you go out to seek the liberty you will for during the rest of week and at the end of it, on the Monday morning you find yourself where you never really desired to find yourself. The working days feeling like eternity and we all got weight to carry on our shoulders in the end that matters is how pleasant it is to you. It’s nothing like you can run away with it, you are intensely tied with the mortgage now. You would’ve run away if it wasn’t a small world. Alas!

Time is an interesting concept too, as it passes we begin to fail and eventually collapse. Like the kinetic energy, you’re all on your own but yet supported by tiny factors that keep you going. What is benevolent for you is that you get rid of anguish you’re suffering from, but when in the world words started to fix things?

You are mentally bounded and having an indefinite contract with your loved ones to stay for them where you are and suffer from the looped infelicity. We wanhopes, we misanthropes. Paying for a living and living for each other.

Exorbitant Will

Out of the pen of a sober in the dim lighted room the ink draws the severe melancholy. Somewhere stuck with a devoted self esteem and self righteousness, listening to the same old songs from good old days and filling the void of dark melody sounding as low as a last prayer.

The atmosphere was the fuel for every iniquity hour. It felt like there was a book in the obscurity and the words on it could save me from the vengeance of the blue sky but I assumed it was just me who was a dunce.

In the spontaneous dysphoria I had lost my lullaby tape somewhere. It’s a big world outside, where I could recover myself from? Maybe you could help, I don’t wanna sound mean but I know you would not. Who can I blame for this? since it’s already a mess in your head. What could save you from your own fallen angel? because there are millions of shadows outside. As it seems, it’s not just about me anymore, you participate equally in this wave that would drown us eventually, but I still think there are some sparks that could burn this house down where our grief resides with all his friends. When everything was on fire you were cold, now look at you. Someone who talks to oneself in front mirror, Something like a battery running with positive and negative impact. Sliding down from the happy hill like my school bag’s strap from my silk jacket. All the words we held in mouth, in the heads some frozen doubts but too concrete to be melted by the sun. I never knew I could get over it in an eyeblink, though I am not acknowledged by the end of this thing but it’s a big world we live in, there’s a lot of ways to get killed but it’d be a shame if a cigarette takes away your life from you, the life is too short to be afraid of the cemetery streets, it’s too short to count the sheen stars, to look through the windows for the barely visible cats, to stay till the last hour of class. All these tiny things that we could to get through short life but we refused to accept the faith. There are a lot of things in this world but I don’t know when the butterflies will breathe in the thunderstorms, I am not aware when the shooting stars will come to life, I am not even sure what will happen on the due dates but the sadism joins the party when I come to the reality where it says “I don’t know if I will ever see you in the way I used to do before”, but there could be infinite forms of realities and maybe in some of these we are what we couldn’t be in this reality and hopefully a cigarette won’t kill you in that dimension of time. It’s a bizarre world outside, we aren’t even aware of our existence now, the sobriety is taking over tonight. Something wins every day and loses other day and I don’t know why I chose to be nothing out of this game of “things”. If the solitude accompanies everywhere then I am not alone but lost for sure.

Unwanted Redemption from the Intellectual God

Starting out everyday in the depths of his mind,
waiting for another lesson combined.

Never skipping the expressions on his face,
or the hesitation before every case.

Fool to believe she’s the only one,
an adventurous intellectual God’s burn.

She sees ’em fading, the colors burst.
Mercilessly condemned to quench his thirst.

She’s still hopelessly falling and believing.
Everything he stood for, was now ceasing.

For he had lied relentlessly to her,
gave his intellectual heart to many others.

She’s a fool, still laughing in enlightened darkness.
Gave everything, whatever she could harness.

The infidelity-driven didn’t believe in a lord.
Would be baffled to know, he’s her intellectual God.

Echoing now through all damnation,
She’s finally getting her unwanted redemption.