Saturday, November 16, 2013

the Wind

The muse knows I can see death

The key in my pocket gathers rust 
As I scratch a nail along its edges
In passing I note the time
And the colour of  a little girls shoes
Not that this changes much
But the wind
 
In elongated stretches my mind wanders
A staccato of stilettos changes not of my thought
But yet a passing swallow eager for food does
I am bemused for yet a second 
And wander back to my musings
But the wind
 
A simple lad was that passerby
Interrupting me a simple tune I did whistle
I watch as his soul leaves confused as to why
Was it a rusted key or yet another artefact 
I drink in the black and lick 
But the wind
 
A crowd gathers in dust and watches silently
Except one, a little girl, yes the one with the coloured shoes
“Mummy” she says while pointing at the shadows
Mother clasps a plump hand across the child mouth smothering
Drowning in the crowds silence tomorrow moves closer
But the wind
 
Yes 
The wind 

© 2013 Adrian AIDZ Giannini
 
 
 

Monday, November 11, 2013

Silence

I cannot hear the muse as she cries


Allow me to caress your soul 

With the breath of a single petal 

From a single flower 

Drifting in the moonlight

 

Silver shadows wash like waves

Across the field of ancient dreams

Touching the hearts of those who care to reflect

And just sit a while

 

In silence

 

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In silence

 

The heartbeat I hear is not mine

Nor is it yours

It is the heartbeat of others

Listening in the silence

 

My feet take root in the soil

As I breathe in the aroma of death

And life reborn 

A thousand times in thought I breathe

 

In Silence

 

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In silence

 

© 2013 Adrian AIDZ Giannini

 

Friday, November 1, 2013

I close my eyes

Muse let me bleed on my own


I close my eyes 

Singularity in a heartbeat

 

I feel

 

Taste

 

I sweat

 

Simple things please me more

I have time

 

I feel

 

Taste

 

I wait

 

An old brass timepiece ticks my destruction

It is my face

 

I feel

 

Taste

 

I listen

 

A single light shines from a tainted soul

Impassioned cries striped from my bones

 

I feel

 

Taste

 

I bleed

 

A harbinger of judgement rests upon my council

I whispered her name

 

I feel

 

Taste

 

I accept

 

With this acceptance I allow time to move on

Forgive myself and my past

Lick the palm of my right hand

Say goodbye

To this skin

Allow it to glisten in the sun one last time



© 2013 Adrian AIDZ Giannini