riccardo-biggi - Hello Poetry

Still like a Granite I stand on the grass that cuts veins and the dusty snow. Incapable of moving, frozen to the deep, a far away sound slowly fades away: It's my heart, Pumping weak.

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Oct 19, 2015

Oct 19, 2015 at 4:25 PM UTC

Frozen

Still like a Granite I stand on the grass that cuts veins and the dusty snow. Incapable of moving, frozen to the deep, a far away sound slowly fades away: It's my heart, Pumping weak.

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Enlightens My days of darkness, Artificial Light, Weak violet blow of a violent decay Thunder of rough emotions Exploding and burning and bursting In the remote obscure hollows of my head. This it is; Where pure passion is emanated, Runs away to the very edge of curiosity A traveller through the infinite skies Of my bare human intelligence. Light of darkness Expression of sudden expiry And simultaneous rebirth. Light of veracity Reveals and destroys and remakes As the majority abruptly yells about. Light of my dreams Golden thing On this soil of broken faith. All of a sudden, sneaking bull, my cacophonous orchestra wavers as a sharp blade has sat in my brain. Boiling gurgling twanging My mind cracks and gasps And gulps, when the veracious grace of light glances out of the waves of my lost sea. Glorious the way it shows off, Harsh the way it acts and plays. And yet Lives and gives life, it is Light. Speeding through the windows of our soul, it measures with my fortitude's eyes. And yet is light The only source of truth. And yet, on this soil of broken faith. So why, for godness sake, should we avoid her natural touch?

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Oct 19, 2015

Oct 19, 2015 at 4:25 PM UTC

Enlightens my days of darkness

Enlightens My days of darkness, Artificial Light, Weak violet blow of a violent decay Thunder of rough emotions Exploding and burning and bursting In the remote obscure hollows of my head. This it is; Where pure passion is emanated, Runs away to the very edge of curiosity A traveller through the infinite skies Of my bare human intelligence. Light of darkness Expression of sudden expiry And simultaneous rebirth. Light of veracity Reveals and destroys and remakes As the majority abruptly yells about. Light of my dreams Golden thing On this soil of broken faith. All of a sudden, sneaking bull, my cacophonous orchestra wavers as a sharp blade has sat in my brain. Boiling gurgling twanging My mind cracks and gasps And gulps, when the veracious grace of light glances out of the waves of my lost sea. Glorious the way it shows off, Harsh the way it acts and plays. And yet Lives and gives life, it is Light. Speeding through the windows of our soul, it measures with my fortitude's eyes. And yet is light The only source of truth. And yet, on this soil of broken faith. So why, for godness sake, should we avoid her natural touch?

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Surrounded entirely and circled By a greedy wave of dancing pigeons The white pudding sings frowning revolting bulk of Golden fat Proud food for his seagulls. Facing the torches of God, he babbles While a moaning rumble like a choir of dwarves Awakens the worms beneath the church Rotten temple of another age. Jailed in my suit and tie, I Sweat, choked by the dusty ostentation, once sparkling in copper red skulls, and (did I do the sign of the cross?) everyone of us, without exception we watch at the girl in the front-row sit. Excuse me, sorry Madam - smile, run, escape: it's sunny outside the Mass and the floor is caving in.

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Oct 19, 2015

Oct 19, 2015 at 4:23 PM UTC

The Church

Surrounded entirely and circled By a greedy wave of dancing pigeons The white pudding sings frowning revolting bulk of Golden fat Proud food for his seagulls. Facing the torches of God, he babbles While a moaning rumble like a choir of dwarves Awakens the worms beneath the church Rotten temple of another age. Jailed in my suit and tie, I Sweat, choked by the dusty ostentation, once sparkling in copper red skulls, and (did I do the sign of the cross?) everyone of us, without exception we watch at the girl in the front-row sit. Excuse me, sorry Madam - smile, run, escape: it's sunny outside the Mass and the floor is caving in.

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