Echoes from a sad soul - 2

 

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Sometimes people are strange

 

I don’t know why people are strange

‘cause   never want to make a change

  I might look  same at their own eyes

My  poetry no new ways tries

 

I always search reasons of life

And I dislike all human strife

I‘ve been long time singing of love

Something like more a mourning dove

 

I claim for peace and brotherhood

I fear to be misunderstood

I cry the times have gone away

I should depart but still I stay

Never will change a poet’s heart

Always will live the world apart

That’s our fate I might believe

Can’t never get  what we conceive!

Echoes from a sad soul -1

 

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That star full of love

 

I woke up one morning

and there was a star in the sky

I followed that star

all around the world

 

I was searching for love

and when I found myself

on the starting place,

after twenty five millions miles,

I realized that love was inside of me.

 

That star was a star full of love.

The Dreamer

 

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This romance, although conceived and partially dreamed in English, was originally written in Italian language with the title “The Essence of life” in the early eighties of the past century; at the beginning of this new century I made a translation into English language. Hereafter it was published with four different titles: “And then four crows will fly away”; “The thin line between dream and reality”, “Just a story of islands” and “The real story of Patrick Winningoes”. Now eventually it’s published under title of “The Dreamer: a novel of love and madness”. Therefore the present is the fifth edition. This is the synopsis. A noble and rich man, with a double, confused personality, is planning for an unlikely love as well as for an impossible new mondial order. In his reasearch he comes accross two young people searching for a job. He’s ready to employ them with a well paid job but before hiring their services, he asks them to listen to a story: the real story of Patrick Winningoes. But the employer turns out to be a master of trickery and illusionism who has a mysterious plan where he tries to involve the two friends. At the end of this story they will find out that the reality is often misrepresented. And things are so different from how they sometimes appear. The story is set between London and Dublin in the late seventies of the 20th Century.

Echoes from a sad soul

 

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The poet’s claim

 

The lambs lie down on Westminster

sacrificed by the shot dead

priest of a nothingness faith

pushed by madness

moved by hate

sent by pretending prophets

who now are cheering up 

for more victims

in the pantheon web

of foolishness.

 

But two faults

never can make a why,

and violence can never be justified

even if you had a reason

to be spent

 somewhere.

Men of power,

for the sake of the True 

Merciful God

of all humanity,

please, put apart all your selfishness

and hear the poor poet

claiming for justice.

 

In London the 22nd of March 2017

In palestine in nowdays and everywhere

men practise violences to other men

 

Echoes from a sad soul

 

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I remember

 

I remember when,

at the winter solstice,

 we danced under the stars

to propitiate the favor of the gods!

Then came a man,

the son of the Only true God!

I still look at the sky above me

when the stars come together in December!

 But now I know whom to pray

for the weaknesses of humanity,

and I know whom to thank

for the beauty of the world!

 

Echoes from a sad soul - Vol 6

 

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Killers on line

 

My heart is bleeding

Bleeding on line!

While searching for love

I’ve found killers on line.

You are a master

Master of space

You feel so skillful

Skillful on words

You shoot with your rifle

Blindly to art

Keeping real poetry

Far away apart!

You keep on shooting poets

Down there on line!

Someone is killing Eraton

Somewhere on line.

Echoes from a sad soul - Vol 5

 

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I have walked through many paths

 

I ‘ve walked through paths

Paved of illusions

flying high

and dashing

to feel the thrill of the void

to find a new upward thrust.

I’ve traveled paths

Beaten by vain spirits

trembling heart

confused and restless mind.

Now I walk

Through paths of peace:

each step

a time of faith.