3 Poems by Claudio De Luca.

Burning feeling, burning feline

Rememberence has no part in my soul-dance,
this rythm speaking destiny which feels so right,
right on track, reality's train on my soul's tracks,
Once which was spoken proudly of lingers no more,
No more weight on this pedulum,
Balanced views walking this adventure,
Always seeking, answers & meaning,
I knew escaping the depth would bring pride,
Never wanting, always resisting,
Got through it all like I knew I would,
This darn watch is gonna keep on ticking,
each a new step through being, meaning, doing,
To the end through beginning of my camp-fire tales,
Experience has got that burn, reading it like brail,
Although now I may have charred skin,
and I'm drowning in smoke,
I'll still ask for that toke, this even break,
I'll still last, start my tales with this life passed,
Being a cat, lion, lynx, these many lives, I never asked,
Conquering the food chain and wiping the blood of the past,
Picking the rot from my teeth, and losing the ticks,
This new mane, new pride,
feels better to see memories a game,
Hunting them all, none knew my name,
for now I'll keep on searching the ark,
one by one, I'll consume them, replace them,
on this everlife-changing, peace-seeking journey I embark...

Blunt Shank, Soul Ranked.

This rusty ol nail lays on the floor,
My heart analyzed to the core,
My soul opens the only door,
Wish I had more,
Don’t want the sore,
Gotta stand, gotta inflict pain,
It may or may not seem, but it is sane,
To give an ounce, to stand, to crouch,
Alls invalid in the ol rusty nails pouch,
For there she lays stable n blunt,
But on the floor, cynical a cunt,
Pierces the skin, I aint never been,
Infected but feeling clean,
Now this rusty ol nail is drawn,
Healing will prevail with the dawn,
And all I have to say is oh-yeah and ouch,
For once again the rusty ol nail lies in her pouch.

Once new life, now dying unturned

Time watches on unforgiving,
You look into my eyes,
Take my breath,
Steal my soul unknowing,
Tell me where you are going,
Tell me where I’ll be,
Tell me who I’ll be,
This deity of perfection,
This pain and anguish of distraction,
Finally I need you,
You sleep next to another,
Friend is what I’ve had,
Your temple is what I crave,
My soul save, too unbrave,
Too afraid to open that book,
Too loyal, too unnoticed,
Like a dog drowning in a brook,
Overseen, Unrealized, Uncertain at a stage,
This isn’t a love poem, just another page,
This scroll never-ending in thoughts,
Tired of this life, that image, these lessons taught,
All I want is solitude, your company,
To speak to your heart,
This expendable bond is tearing me apart,
What is right, which will be the night?
I’ll have your love, your body, my right,
Here comes from the moon your knight,
To shield your troubles, take your pain,
Armour your innocence,
Shelter it from the rain,
Ride my cavalry,
I’ll watch the wind blow your hair,
Take you on a journey,
My blood spilt at your feet,
Here there, been hungry,
Been overfed, I’m full of this tyranny,
Will my soul be touched before the stars I see?
Or will this horse gallop away from me,
This wanting, needing an easier way there,
I ditch the beast and hitch my fate,
For this is where I drag it around,
I’m in control, dragging till late,
Smell the rubber, burn it, not my soul,
For all I need is a change,
A winch will get me outta this hole,
The motor your image,
The cable your voice,
I’ll hold on, follow the sound,
Already made the choice,
For now the rope seems weak,
Your memory, my strength it keeps,
Locked behind many a chain,
Many a key, many a lock,
Bring on the amphetamines,
Hope the saint’s got stock, don’t wanna stop,
Feeling kinda low, it’s getting kinda hard,
I can feel the break coming,
This rock this heart,
This water this oil,
Just an unchurned lard,
When our souls meet,
I’ll still be at your feet,
Worshiping, caressing,
Your eyes will be open,
This twisted yarn no more,
A perfectly sown sheath,
For now just withering,
This unturned leaf.

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