last moon

giovedì 14 dicembre 2023

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

 

domenica 10 dicembre 2023

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!

 

venerdì 8 dicembre 2023

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.

sabato 2 dicembre 2023

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.

giovedì 30 novembre 2023

Echoes from a sad soul

 


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The time of love

Maybe I’ve loved you

A long time ago

When you

Vestal of Hippocrates

chastely manipulated

The matter sacred to your god!

Maybe you would have loved me

In another time

Where I would have drawn

With words

Your Greek profile

In white veils wrapped!

Maybe I will love you

tomorrow;

but today it is far away

the time of love!

domenica 26 novembre 2023

Echoes from a sad soul - Vol 3

 

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Nostalgia Time

If you could go back in time

Who wouldn’t tighten to his strong chest

The young mother of good old days?

And who would not follow

the unheard advices

by old good father?

Ah, if we could go back

On those pink lips sighing

Dreams still far from coming!

But while it is true that we are traveling

To the homeland we departed from 

that day we were born on earth,

then you better keep on struggling

that road that leads to Superior Mount

 with prayers and courage!

In Cagliari 2010

sabato 25 novembre 2023

Echoes from a sad soul - Vol 2

 

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Another trip for  Mr Shadow

I

It’s very hard to live my own life

Fighting against the inhibitions,

the limits, the taboos of my own time!

 

It’s really very hard to cancel my personal history,

chopping off every bond with my past!

 

It’s hard to change the idea

We have of ourselves,

forgetting   what  the others

believe   to know of  us!

 

And it’s hard again to change

Our idea of  the life,

seeking for trust,

not in the eyes of the other people,

but in the deep eye of our being.

 

II

It’s hard for me to proceed

Through this path of loneliness,

hoping to undertake one day

my trip to Ixtlan,

to bathe me in the sacred river,

to purify me of all my sins,

and  understand the mysteries of life,

smelling the magic flower,

to reach the eternal safety,

the apex of   knowledge,

the heaven of the ever green city  

where the seven gold doors

 will finally open their secrets!

 

And the soul will fly for ever

Through the endless worlds

Of the universe.

In Sardinia, 1982