New Poems By Claudio De Luca .
Cracked (Title By Josh)
When we sprouted our buds of love,
You were sworn to secrecy,
But swore to me your love,
You promised to nurture my heart,
And all things I felt small,
Or torn apart,
I know now they were just words,
You don’t really notice at all,
It was but a bold start.
And when you do notice,
My heart is slain,
You feel it unworthy,
Too much, to long,
You just throw it away,
Into the basket with my pain,
This glass is cracked,
You try to refill,
The glass is still here,
But not even half full.
When you confessed,
Your solitude of the past,
I knew I had the answer,
Now the answer made me an ass,
Thought I could show you,
The definition of true love,
But that cold past did last,
It made you a black dove,
All I wish is to set you free,
Thought I could do it if you let me be,
Oh but you are a free dove confessed,
But there was no will of yours,
On my lavish long grass to nest,
Then for you I wove a golden retreat.
Within it here next to my heart,
Is still an open,
Unused,
Freshly-painted,
Unacquainted and un-warmed seat,
No matter how much I know your wings are black,
No matter how much I wish to clip them to hold you back,
I will let you fly to your favourite spot,
Alone on the highest branch,
Beside you I’m not,
Maybe I may assume the bare leaves below,
Whether they will wither without your affection,
Only the sparrows know.
But as God may look upon the sparrows un-grown,
I trust he knows what he is doing,
With that strawberry jam in his hand,
And down here you the plain white bread,
-Across from you,
He placed this whole-wheat firm to stand,
Maybe, who knows, no-body has tried,
The perfect jam sandwich,
With white toast and rye,
My only doubt in this perfect love thrown together,
Is that the white believes she belongs in the fridge,
And the rye knows he will languish on the ridge.
Like I said this cracked glass may be hard to fill,
As it stands here not even half full,
But I know it sees the jug of happiness,
On the saint’s abode’s window-sill,
One day to stand triumphant,
With a complete love, Not half empty not half full,
But overflowing with what you need,
So complete so so full,
Cleansing your wings,
Into a colourful frill,
Now I have so many words,
Last night I could not spill,
Maybe it’s because you don’t read them,
Maybe I’m just too scared you will dart,
Wish you could feel how I feel inside,
When I love you so much,
When I want to run and hide.
I guess you will never give up the key,
Your true love owned by some cold of the past,
That’s all it is,
It’s simple,
Now I can see,
You tell me you will try,
You tell me it is just time,
These words I’ve heard before,
Only your actions,
Will get these words out of my mind,
For now I will keep trying,
Hoping,
Standing,
Loving,
For now still a stone on the grind.
A jug feeling a little fuller,
With you on my mind,
I love you so much,
My back stands taller,
I feel hope again.
After getting this shit out,
I realize now words are just words,
I hardly ever act them out,
Words are just words,
Until we act them out.
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How I wish (Title By Josh)
How I wish you would wish too,
How I wish I could be closer to you,
Looking at you looking through me,
Captive in a selfless love -set me free,
How I wish the roses wouldn’t bleed,
Every time you passed them,
Your soul trying to concede,
How I wish the sky wouldn’t cry,
Every time you walked under them,
Never holding your head up high,
How I wish mines never knew your worth,
Digging to the deepest pit of their souls,
Left nothing but a hole screaming a curse,
How I wish you would wish too,
How I wish I could be closer to you,
Looking at you looking through me,
Captive in a selfless love -set me free,
How I wish you wouldn’t cry inside,
So that I could forever heal your soul,
And your feelings you wouldn’t hide,
How I wish there were sincere a bone,
Under your cold skin I feel cold stone,
Let me in let me show you where to go,
How I wish you would smile at me so,
As when it’s fake the world doesn’t know,
Let me touch, let us be -you lonesome fool,
How I wish you could feel too,
When roses bleed,
When the sky cries,
When the mines die empty,
Captive in a love unreturned,
Captive in a soul everyday burned,
Captive in a wish where my fear is rightfully earned,
This love so feared lies dying on the floor,
In but an un-whispered murmur,
Never to say more.
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Extracted
Don’t really feel like writing this pain,
Don’t know what humans always stand to gain,
Knowing people all my life who don’t know my name,
Tired of fucked up revelations of love & hate –it’s all just a game,
They confuse me to no end,
They lead me straight to a bend,
Going too fast to handle the case,
Or treading too carefully to handle the pace,
Dunno if this life I really can face,
Guess I’m just feeling down and out,
When will my soul be safe?
Being attacked from every end possible,
Then asked why my guard is all up with a rustle,
My heart is like a device,
A used hunk of metal fading,
Soon to be old,
Sooner untold,
Ripped apart,
From end to start,
Beings tearing at my soul,
Extracting portions for them to hold,
How could one be so selfish with another’s spirit?
Feeling drained, pained, tired and sick of it.
* * *
Revelation
Burning relations
Tearing abrasions
Rain through me
Blow me away
As you feel
As you live
As you die
As we discover exactly why
Saddened connotation
Depressive subjectivity
Hardened hearts
It’s all falling apart
Wake up screaming
Was I dreaming?
As we feel
As we live
As we die
Holy Spirit
Set me free
Let me be
Take me there
Take me anywhere
There’s warmth in your breath
There’s a coat of your blood
There’s a cold hard floor
Drifting on ice
Inhaling the flames
Burying the names
Of those who play charades
As they feel
As they live
As they die
Organic superficial
Killing natives
Birthing lost causes
Bring it on
Suck it in
Hold it away
Push me closer
Kick me to the ground
Embrace my fear
Assemble my weakness
Break down my strength
Show me faith
Give me life
Destroy my pride
As I feel
As I live
As I die
* * *
Wandering until you are near
Your mind captured wondering,
On this page beneath sweltering,
Feeling the timid burn,
What could I have to learn?
For feelings transformed and unchanged,
Only to meet this energy unnamed,
Could she be insane?
For thinking only in vain…
That I could be unsure,
Never seen a soul so pure,
Buried are all the hatchets,
When your heart descends,
I’ll be there to catch it,
When you have nowhere to turn,
The lighthouse lives here,
When will you learn?
Torrents twisted,
Opinions fisted,
I will forever know your light,
Your reminiscence, I just kissed it,
Like a boy with a bucket,
Little does he know it,
Contains the slightest hole,
And waters as he strolls,
You are the water,
I am the path,
Rain on me rain on me,
So this beauty will last,
The boy may be God,
It may sound odd,
But he knows the road,
He carries our load,
Sprouting joys, sprouting poise,
Your voice a symphony,
To distract from any noise,
Close to you I will stay,
Think of it as you may,
Closeness breeds closeness,
Till forever next you I’ll lay,
Timing is right and time is everything.
My proof is this time I have,
Without you it would be nothing,
Upon your mind where doubt may creep,
With a closed fist - your feet I can’t sweep,
So out-stretch your hand,
I’ll take you to the land,
Of long lost souls,
With a tender marching-band,
They will play our song,
They will play it for long,
For music heals your soul,
And for you it does console,
So listen a little closer,
Maybe you might hear,
This tune I have radiating,
Every time I feel you near.
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Note to self
Prudence is an invader on the imposition of time,
That, which is so constructively subjected,
Whereby our destruction may lie in the misunderstanding thereof.
My point being: Time is but an imposed construct.
May we have the wisdom to understand and use it.
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Wish I Knew
I’m hurting more every fucking day,
How did you turn so easily to the other soulless way?
I was but true and good to you,
Now you turned your back after spitting on my shoe,
You tore my heart from my avid chest,
You turned your eye from your big fat mess,
How I have tried and cried to get over the betrayal,
Nothing feels better I just feel frail,
Fuck the senses and all who influenced,
Fuck all the people I helped,
Even those I couldn’t,
Never been so angry so,
Towards a select few,
Should’ve seen earlier,
Just wish I knew.
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