I would prefer you see me as Italian rather than Italien... If you break the two versions of the word down you'll see what I mean.
First Italian: I + Talian; I equals "me" a person, a living breathing organism capable of passion and intellect and "talian" equals (from wiktionary) : suppose, consider, reckon, maintain and claim. That translates into "I" "suppose" I could make the "claim" that I "consider" you a friend and I "reckon" this new friendship is worth "maintain"ing!
Whereas, Italien: It + alien, where "it" is just a thing (and most "things" you can do without) and "alien" which is not from here, foreign, unusual and odd. That would make me a useless piece of **** that doesn't belong!
Nov 14, 2025
Nov 14, 2025 at 4:18 PM UTC
Um, excuse me... but.. you know those "creative sparks" you've been sending out into the universe? Well a few of them just landed on the dried up riverbed that was once my inspirational flow through the universe. It burned down the **** dam that has blocked the flow for far too long and caused a sudden flood of whimsical inspiration.
I must admit that while it was nice to see that river flow again, the sudden rush caught me off guard, causing me to slip and fall into the river and get swept over the falls. I landed on the sharp rocks of frustration below and was bounced between frustration and over dramatization until I reached the realization that I had no explanation for this overdue sensation.
Nov 14, 2025
Nov 14, 2025 at 4:03 PM UTC
Within the deepest notions
of my life upon the streams.
Where they snake around the canyons
of the minds delightful dreams.
And flow me like a river
passed the willows by the shore.
Where no rose was ever planted
and the sky screams out for more.
Let me soar through moonlit skies
on my silver wings of light.
Carrying with me nothing
just sweet song sung in the night.
And flow me like a river
past the dream fields of the mind.
Where no thoughts lie uncreated
and no vision’s undefined.
Out beyond the moon and stars
to the furthest enlightened realm.
Where a soul can find fruition
and its heart won’t overwhelm.
And flow me like a river
let me slither to the sea.
Where I’ll find the surf delicious
and I’ll taste simplicity.
Upon the rainbowed bridge of faith
from the heavens to the sky.
Reveal to me my souls delight
I might know before I die.
Nov 14, 2025
Nov 14, 2025 at 3:56 PM UTC
Your eyes focus light into what your mind thinks to see!
Oct 25, 2025
Oct 25, 2025 at 4:06 PM UTC
Depleted conviction
Sends the mind a real
Magnificently irresistible
Mass appeal
Quenched drenched and wrenched
To a squeal
Reputably riding high on his
New big wheel
Replaced disgraced unaware
Of his zeal
Spectacular vernacular
Still doesn’t reveal
Thoughtless thoughtfulness
He tries to conceal
Covertly deserted though still
He can feel
Wonderfully wondering where’s
His next meal
There’s no end to this madness
Let me heel
Let me heal
Oct 25, 2025
Oct 25, 2025 at 4:01 PM UTC
Let loose, be creative, let down your guard
Pour out your soul let the words come alive
Don’t bother to rhyme, or to even keep time
Just let it flow outward, from your inward divine
Oct 25, 2025
Oct 25, 2025 at 3:54 PM UTC
Where would you go,
if you’d nowhere to be
no one and nothing to lose
no sense of direction,
to lead you astray
or to lead you,
temptation into
What would you find
given chance to see
into what may come to be
no past to bind you
not a thing to remind
and nothing
to get in your way
What would you do
with the power to read
thoughts in another's mind
would you use them against
without any pretense
or enjoy them
in wonder and smile
Oct 17, 2025
Oct 17, 2025 at 10:57 AM UTC
In my life I have had many loves and losses.
I’ve filled my heart to overflow
more times than imaginable.
Been lost to it
and been found because of it
My heart has not been calloused nor hardened.
My soul still yearns for love’s truth.
My mind fascinates over it.
My body yet desires its touch.
Every fiber of my being aches,
for love.
Sep 10, 2025
Sep 10, 2025 at 12:02 PM UTC
Once,
a younger man walked
in these shoes.
Making his way
along the path of life.
Carrying with him
a wealth of inspiration
in his soul,
and an insurmountable lust for life
in his heart.
And he held his heart in his hands
and offered it to anyone,
and everyone
who crossed his path.
He had a burning desire
to seek out, find and enjoy
all the treasures
life had to offer.
To travel down every road
to see where it led.
To taste the many flavors
and smell the many scents.
To see the many sights,
and hear the many sounds.
To love,
the love of another,
the love of a child,
the love of a family,
the love of the beauty
he found in all things.
With compassion in his heart
he found truth
in every detail of life.
He cherished
everything and everyone
in all their glorious distinctions.
And all their wondrous details
he took unto his own,
and drew pictures in his mind
with the beautiful thoughts they created.
Eventually learning how
to transfer those images
into words,
he started to write.
His words, descriptions of images
that are a part of his very being.
Flowing from places he’d found
he knew intimately.
Each new thought
creating boundless new images.
Longing to find their place
among the words that poured
from out of his inner most sanctum.
His dreams but visions of places
he had yet to find.
Casual glimpses of beauty
he had yet to see.
No walls stood blocking his view,
no bonds held him.
His mind free from the restraints
of disciplined thought.
He painted his abstract pictures
of words,
pulled from an everlasting flow
of inspiration
that gushed like water from a fountain.
Flowing from the vast pool of images
that filled his mind
in all their splendor.
As he grew in years
the images grew with him.
Becoming clearer
with each passing day.
And his ability to catch them
and transfer them to words,
became the highlight of his life.
And he found himself lost
to all else.
He saw poetry in everything.
Every sight,
every sound,
every person.
Every wonderful image contained
another glorious verse
to the poem, that is his life.
Sep 8, 2025
Sep 8, 2025 at 4:27 PM UTC
I was asked, "what’s your favorite color"?
Funny but I really had to think about that simple question. I used to think it was blue (typical boy stuff) then I thought I liked red. There are times when I think greens and browns are my favorites. If you go by the colors I wear on a daily basis you would think it is black or grey. So I guess my favorite color isn't just one color, but every color. I like the rainbow, it's worth weathering the storm for!
Sep 8, 2025
Sep 8, 2025 at 4:18 PM UTC