Sunday, December 29, 2013

Kiss the Harlequin'd Gypsy

The muse watches as I sin

Tattoos are the tears that flow
Streaking the ink mascara’d and outlined from her reddened eyes
Scarred on her cheek is the life that she lived
Cherished and embraced as the world falls down
Its just another face I wear as the harlequin’d gypsy

See into several depths of misery as she rapes my eyes
And I
Bite into her tongue feeling the warmth of blood
Grimacing the smile of death as teeth gnash n taste acid
Flesh is my flesh and blood is my blood
Fingers claw at the air feeling for nothing as life
Slides

Pain n Pleasure blend into one ecstasy
Nipples harden as the expectation raises again
Drink the ink from fresh wounds
And weep
Scarring again cheeks bled black from the sun
And I
Turn another face in the wind

© 2013 Adrian AIDZ Giannini

 

 

Monday, December 23, 2013

The tip of a rusty blade

Sweet muse drink the black ink with me


Down to my last smoke

Again

But I light it anyway and stare blankly to nowhere

Drawing in the acrid smoke deep

 

No more credit on me phone 

Again

Matters none

Got none to call anyways

No-one calls me

 

Fuck the dirt under my nails

Reminds me of where I am

Again

Earth stains like hell

So hard to remove as I pick with long taloned nails from my other hand

 

Draw deep 

Again

Vagueness as the smoke drifts to nowhere

 

Wasn't supposed to be like this was it?

 

It sits in front of me

Unthreatening

Again

Yet so lethal if I choose

 

If I choose

 

Simple yet so powerful

And I draw deep this time

Allowing the smoke to escape from my nostrils

Like some apocalyptic dragon from another time

 

I hear no sound

Time slows to a heartbeat

Eyes remain unfocused

Smoke drifts

 

If I choose

 

It sits waiting for my choice

My choice

So I wait and smoke this last cigarette

Drawing deep each time

 

No not this time old friend

 the tip of a rusty blade

 

© 2013 Adrian AIDZ Giannini

 

Friday, December 20, 2013

cloud dancing

With a tear in her eye the muse misses me


You share your dreams with an angel

The stars live on the back of his hand

Shadows cast the devils call

Mists carry time slowly in the temperance of a wink

The tip of this tongue carries venom

Inject me now while Im lingering slowly on this cloud

A glint in the corner of a bloodshot eye tells me so

Pupils dilate to engage the darkness

Where I drink you again

Enshrouded in a fistful of feathers

Holding back the rain

Narcotics of a different substance

Dance in harmony in silken veins

 


© 2013 Adrian AIDZ Giannini

 

Thursday, December 12, 2013

Drinking with the Devil

I drink to drown the Gypsies curse

Laid upon my soul

I drink to quiet the Devil

For my soul it cant be sold


For fifty years Ive tried

To lay the burdens down

For fifty long years Ive tried

Ive stayed above the ground


Im drinking with the devil

All by myself

Im drinking with the devil

Yes all by myself

Im drinking with the devil

All by myself

I won't know myself tomorrow Ill be someone else


My love lies in the bottle

Not tattoo’d on my arm

My love is not yours

Yet you wear it as a charm


Drink me into eyes

Deep as hells gate

You drive me to drink

Memories I got to obliterate


Im drinking with the devil

All by myself

Im drinking with the devil

Yes all by myself

Im drinking with the devil

All by myself

 

I won't know myself tomorrow Ill be someone else


© 2013 Adrian AIDZ Giannini

 

Playing with Lyrics

 

Monday, December 2, 2013

a cold breath

No muse to sit beside me


Fold layers into the inky depths

Viewing the stars from a shallow grave

No one at all can hear me breathe

Can they?

 

Inflicted with the malice intended for a few

Striking barbs dipped in acid not ink

Teeth bite a tongue to still the flow

I cannot breathe lest I be heard

 

Things appear larger than shallow intent

Cupped without compassion it bleeds

A target is easier than a mirror

I breathe in silence yet still fear being heard

 

Hearing the baying of hounds

Slipped of collars brandished in bones of the dead

Colours lack depth when painted in ink

A rusty blade strikes at acidic breath

 

I cannot dream you a butterfly

When the sunset bleeds

And I am a martyr to your death

In life I find it hard to breathe