More Poems by Claudio De Luca.

Warrant

And remember…
sooner might be later but circumstance has no schedule.
Later might come sooner but only when the time is right.
Timing is everything (A wise friend once said),
for now is the time and now is everything you need,
like love, work, self-proposed depression,
preparation, friendship, and time.
Yes, time is everything and time too is happening now,
hence the proof of the thesis:
now is everything. Tomorrow is later, yesterday is experience to use time wisely.
Hence my point: I’m using this time now to express this feeling inside,
this feeling of the warrant of friendship with you.
The friendship I have now, the friendship that is

<<<<<everything>>>>>

to me.

Sweet bra, miss you

Racked

Feeling so torn between worlds,
I just want to suppress all the closing doors,
Could I have the mind to change what’s set?
It’s getting harder to believe with every stigma met,
Being is a moment reflecting what’s inside,
My image and my core are soon to collide,
I can already feel the tide drawing nearer,
To from, away nearby, hovering inside,
Into reality from experience,
Away from myself a little sense nearby,
Hovering beyond from what lies inside,
This analysis of the soul to find my un-soiling tide.

Rising damp, redrawn map

In the orb where the mind is naked,
Feelings changed and unchanged,
A wound healed torn open,
River running uphill,
Open minds adventurous soul,
Craving the veteran view,
Braving the unknown revelation,
Sand covering all that’s left behind,
Only footprints - a trail of the mind,
Looking back, seas wash over,
Feelings wash over,
This sunken image in my core,
Counting the footsteps to every door,
More here less there,
Traveled far,
some closer than I could bare,
others deeper, many dunes to there,
sun guiding the river to each impression,
filling each memory,
the dried up sessions,
Lacking damp of fondness,
Furrows dried,
Reflections lied,
Fresh amanzi fills the gap,
Contemplations redrawn the map,
Traveled far,
Some closer than I could bare,
Others deeper, many dunes to there.

That passion named Desire

Feelings got my mind webbed,
Looking at me upon my soul light shed,
Past times got me wishing,
If I had taken that chance,
Your lips I’d be kissing,
All this is rather too late now,
All I can do is admire and bow,
For you are a goddess my feelings convey now,
Although a wide gap between sense and reality does stay,
My mind is you & this is the day,
Before I knew I was nothing,
Now realizing a bold passion is suckling,
Your poise your style leave me breathless a while,
You are perfect, my brother denial,
Every minute without you is a torrid torture
You presence is healing & your name is Desire.

Adage

Feral leaders fake expressions,
Heavy bombs relate the weight,
Red myths & blood baths,
All’s uncertain in the eye of a tiger,
Due settles & crystal streams brighten masks,
Knowing unknowing is in order to achieve wisdom,
Befriending opinions & presumptions brings enlightenment,
Enlightenment protracts the true colors of warriors,
Those who fight through the days pages,
Read into the deeper insight,
Natural gifts need to be nursed as new beings,
For after all, life is expensive.

Picture Perfect

Tonight I wrote you a poem,
You arent here so I cant read - cant tell,
to bed I'm going,
feeling okay wish you were here,
feel like this is a post card,
you feel that near,
not far is my mind from where it should be,
far are we from where we could be,
wish you were in my arms,
wish I could shut up these alarms,
for all I hear are gunshots and loud screams,
wish I could wipe my hands clean,
got no more words for now,
except I miss you and if I could be there please tell me how,
for now you'll have to stay in my heart,
wish I could paint you here,
but I’m not very good at art.

Needing a friend, A pen.

You know,
its funny you would leave me when I need you most,
like a prophet into the world,
a spirit, my ghost,
you could see in me, be in me, read me mind,
a friend that defines the true meaning,
all I do now is think of the other fucks,
staring at the ceiling,
and as my back faces the stifling hell,
the stars above, just look,
of my lonely nights they will tell,
of empty stares, deafining blairs,
these feelings are rare,
in you I found solutitude,
peace in knowing,
theres someone else out there like me, glowing,
for not many see what we do,
This shit room, empty Jo-burg, a ghost-town,
the only real citizen it did lose.

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