Friday, March 28, 2014


colours blend turning to black as the sunsets on another day

lived again on the edge of a rusty blade balanced on the tip of another soul

how would you know what it means to feel as my bleeding fingertips stain the sun


reflected in the convex mirrors distorting the shades of yesterday

hints of redemption savour the Harlequins trust blown as kiss in the ether

standing on time borrowed from the Gypsy as she casts another spell into the wind


awakening huddled tightly into your soul as it calms me from the shadows

I capture your breathe in mine and gather thoughts and dreams as the waves break

saving the wreckage outcast as a comfort scattered amongst a crackled sky


redemption scribbled quickly on the back of a postcard yet to be sent

seven skins devoured temper the soul as we dream of a clear blue sky

inject adrenaline appeasing the heart as my head bows and cries as I inject again



Sunday, March 16, 2014


As endless tears flow

Staining a page inscribed with ink

A future yet written on parchment

A poets heart bleeds in black


Palms held empty by the loss

Vision that that once saw so clearly

Words and letters dance alone

Appearing in time as line in this poem


Loneliness grieves as words lament

Loneliness a lost soul marked on skin

Loneliness traced in fragments of air

Loneliness is wishing you where here


 © 2014 Adrian AIDZ Giannini


Friday, March 14, 2014

angels name

the muse returns and leaves me to die alone

I cracked my head 

So I had better lie down

Thoughts abound

I had better try suicide

I drink the blade

Taste the blood on my tongue

Feel the blade dig deep 

Touch the vein 

Blackness escapes

Inject the next psychotic 

Into my neck

Id rather the blade to taste

Trip this and trip that

Some mutha fukkas gunna find me

Blue and cold to the touch

My soul a fading

Black days from this mind frame

I cannot see beyond

Shadows come to great me

My mumma is beyond the light

Who knew this could be may fate

I live to the Gypsy dancing my grave

Not that Ill know

Ill be cold and buried in times forgotten few

Too many sitting at the church

Wishing me goodbye

False people living a lie

Misery lives sunder this skin

Living in my veins

Acids curse

But one knows my name

Inked with tears on his cheek

A scar on his heart

One but knows 

The angels name



© 2014 Adrian AIDZ Giannini


Thursday, March 13, 2014

face down

the muse returns with vengeance in her thoughts

Screaming from my lungs in the colours of sunsets past

Seething as my blood boils cold at the touch of you

Seven times Ive forgiven the innocent

Seven times Ive cried in colours of the Laurette 

A black veil hides your ideals and your life

Unseeing eyes appear hollow as the words you use to hold me

In the palm one hand I hold forever 

In the other I hold your salvation

Clenched now forever tight trickling blood slowly towards the dirt

Leaving me scared and unable to forgive

Open a torn heart exposed to the sun burnt from your love

Ravens devour hate perched on a slender arm of doubt

Whispering in my ear your name scratched in their crackled caw


This love tastes of excess

This life stinks of extreme



© 2014 Adrian AIDZ Giannini



Tuesday, March 11, 2014

I breathe time

the leaves curl from winters breath

steam lifts from my tongue as a dragon spits flame

wafting its life in a spiritual prism

colours break forming oblique rifts in time


touch me soft as a fingers trace skin leaving red welts

teeth scar searing flesh imbibed by laughters reason

listening to the inner ramblings gather 

seek the back of my hand for warmth and comfort


solitude dripped black and worn as a crest

placating remembrance and wishes of gold and silver

yet I dream of eleven sins in times of loss as I waiver

still wearing this skin marked in ink I smell frangipani on the air


want from this is nearly a life of nothing

from the tip of a finger I taste blood mixed with cocaine

bland is the mix of yesterday and tomorrow

still wearing this same skin marked in time I smell sorrow

© 2014 Adrian AIDZ Giannini


Monday, March 10, 2014

As an angel she lays

My heart fails as the muse kisses a tear

She looked peaceful lying there

The sun caressing every strand of her jet black hair

Tinted in hues of blue by the sun

So peaceful she lay


A single butterfly approached 

Dancing on the hint of a breeze

Stopping to rest on a bare shoulder

Barely casting a shadow


The blades of grass also danced in harmony with the breeze

Unknowing to the sonata of life that spun around

Yet she lay

So peaceful


I speak to her in whispers between the words

As if she could hear every one buried in roses

Lain on silken pillows of doubt

I let her know it will be alright


Let the sun sleep and the dark bring the night

Blue replaced by the gossamer tapestry of angels

In my hand I hold her everything

In my hand I hold a kiss


And in peace I close my eyes

And in whispers I breathe

And in life I know death

So peaceful she lay

In peace she lay

© 2014 Adrian AIDZ Giannini


Monday, March 3, 2014

I whisper goodnight

The muse she returns to hold my heart


Coloured paper scattered on the table

From a tall glass drinking petals 

My eye catches a glint in the corner of the room

Another scent drifts in on the moonbeam

Curtains flap haphazardly in the breeze

Allow the souls in to keep warm

Rooms fill of memories as echoes are etched into the walls

Maybe its the same old things I place in time

A thousand dreams caress the young at heart

And a tear brings me to cry a black heart

I can smell the fires that burnt a thousand years ago

I can see the flowers that you held in your hands

As we wept and said goodbye

Allow the shadows to close in now

I whisper goodnight

© 2014 Adrian AIDZ Giannini