stolen silver

silver words are a talent for a pseudo-poet who can weave words of wonder and open up souls by knowing what hungry hearts want to hear so that they can be warmed up and made to feel special. But over time the silver words slowly stop shining.

"you never get to the bottom of anything with you" how right she was.

it is all surface and shine, smoke and mirrors. if you push too hard then it all falls in, it implodes and passion alone cannot conceal the sham. he fooled them all and so often but you saw through it, right through to the thief inside. the thief will always steal you see. the thief will steal something from everyone, a kiss, a line, a movement, a night or the eternity of a heart.

1000

let theses clouds pass over me, 1000 more times
allow the evening sun to smooth my cheeks 1000 times yet

and your sweet memory to awaken in my mind
1000 years like this, 1000 kisses upon your lips
and nomore regret

ocean

ocean, by that i shall call you
loving you my ocean, was as it is to be submerged
adrift, in the imensity of passion
and i rode your waves for a while
and here, in my solitude i can admit
openly, as a man, that i drowned.

my ocean, i am ashore now
but in these moments of sweltering silence
when i close my tired eyes, i am there again
a single soul tossed between your waves
my ocean i am dried by the winds of memory
oh but to drown with you again. ocean

sometimes

i kept you hidden, well out of sight and behind the figure of Padre Pio where noone would ever set eyes on you... but when i was alone i often sought your company out and i slowly slipped inside you with ease, you still fit well, just like once, just like before. then i returned you, always making sure noone saw our time together. golden band of love, inscribed with love. let us talk some.

RUBEN (figlio mio)

my son, soul of 2 souls
lips of my lips
the mountains of time are tiny pebbles 'neath your gentle feet.
my son, life of 2 lives
eyes of my eyes
the horizons of tomorrow are balls of silk within your innocent reach.