simonegabrielli - Hello Poetry

Tell me I've the music to match a torched soul Eyes like California mines dripping in gold I've got that northern soul and those french blues And you're my new age, wild western muse Together we're nearing those iconic fires American paradise, novel sunshine, write me my desires Neon soaked, West Hollywood Rimbaud With roadhouse sheetmusic and nowhere to go The same gilded sun of western dreams It shines so lone for kinds as us Wandering eyes hypnotized by that cosmic, copper lust Revelry scorching night into day Magnetic soul, queen of the coast, blue highway Setting your sleep aside, Driving with those wild mercurial eyes

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Aug 22, 2020

Aug 22, 2020 at 2:16 AM UTC

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Tell me I've the music to match a torched soul Eyes like California mines dripping in gold I've got that northern soul and those french blues And you're my new age, wild western muse Together we're nearing those iconic fires American paradise, novel sunshine, write me my desires Neon soaked, West Hollywood Rimbaud With roadhouse sheetmusic and nowhere to go The same gilded sun of western dreams It shines so lone for kinds as us Wandering eyes hypnotized by that cosmic, copper lust Revelry scorching night into day Magnetic soul, queen of the coast, blue highway Setting your sleep aside, Driving with those wild mercurial eyes

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Where is my muse lost in pixies dreaming over Hollywood hills parties over gleaming cities, hidden houses, quiet roofs Gilded eyes suggesting otherwise tugging on grey peacoats fragile Virgo risings Beings of the sea of scorpionic lust drowned in ***** with lemons from the tree. Beatnik drunk, Bukowski wannabe Missing keys misplaced by a Neptunian tragedy.

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Aug 22, 2020

Aug 22, 2020 at 2:15 AM UTC

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Where is my muse lost in pixies dreaming over Hollywood hills parties over gleaming cities, hidden houses, quiet roofs Gilded eyes suggesting otherwise tugging on grey peacoats fragile Virgo risings Beings of the sea of scorpionic lust drowned in ***** with lemons from the tree. Beatnik drunk, Bukowski wannabe Missing keys misplaced by a Neptunian tragedy.

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The heatwave stretches, stopping only in the silent noons Rolling blackouts litter the city like swaths of ash I slip out onto the sidewalk, invisible without the streetlights Baited and untraceable, I steal figs from the neighbor’s tree I don’t buy groceries these days Instead I eat the figs on my way home not bothering to wash them We’ll return to the dirt anyway, We’re no different from the earth, its fruits, and its flowers I like to think of them as the forbidden fruit Condemning me in the lifetime and the next My kitchen is full, overflowing with them More ripening in paper bags by the window I’ve spent the summer reading Cannery Row, a Coney Island of the Mind, I pass the time waiting for my chestnut crown come Autumn But here in California the leaves never wilt, and the shadows never get taller The neon sign above my building burns into the scorching night I clamber upon the fire escape hoping for a breeze to drift down from the rising hills My placards of paradise fading on the wrought iron But still I soldier on, guileless against the beating sun

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Aug 22, 2020

Aug 22, 2020 at 2:11 AM UTC

Step Right Up

The heatwave stretches, stopping only in the silent noons Rolling blackouts litter the city like swaths of ash I slip out onto the sidewalk, invisible without the streetlights Baited and untraceable, I steal figs from the neighbor’s tree I don’t buy groceries these days Instead I eat the figs on my way home not bothering to wash them We’ll return to the dirt anyway, We’re no different from the earth, its fruits, and its flowers I like to think of them as the forbidden fruit Condemning me in the lifetime and the next My kitchen is full, overflowing with them More ripening in paper bags by the window I’ve spent the summer reading Cannery Row, a Coney Island of the Mind, I pass the time waiting for my chestnut crown come Autumn But here in California the leaves never wilt, and the shadows never get taller The neon sign above my building burns into the scorching night I clamber upon the fire escape hoping for a breeze to drift down from the rising hills My placards of paradise fading on the wrought iron But still I soldier on, guileless against the beating sun

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The gypsy hymns and railway trails which you followed into the valley of your trials Lady Luck brought you enough street child wisdom and thief given kindness to turn the tracks around and the train whistle to wake me. Desert saint of your weathered ways with your thin wrists and moon gleaming lips Hope to you was like a blinding sunrise, painful to acknowledge, yet sorely lacking without Never could be without your Larkspur boquets and marigold wreaths August heat heavy with the scent of cypress trees Apollo of the dusty sea, flooded the cliffs with light like withering flames born from boxcar visions and a desperate hunger for that windblown hallelujah we chased down the starlit trestles like missionaries. Summoned from our streetcar medallions, vagabond nymphs, rumbling through moth-eaten states and barren dusks, lazy moon gazing upon our dolorous times and wild days and all our rough and rowdy ways. No need to heed the judgements of the stars. With the arid land so wild and lonesome- we weave our own muse into the railway line- followed back to when you were my home, and the streets were the laurel crown of your vagrant fortune.

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Aug 9, 2020

Aug 9, 2020 at 12:12 PM UTC

Rough n rowdy

The gypsy hymns and railway trails which you followed into the valley of your trials Lady Luck brought you enough street child wisdom and thief given kindness to turn the tracks around and the train whistle to wake me. Desert saint of your weathered ways with your thin wrists and moon gleaming lips Hope to you was like a blinding sunrise, painful to acknowledge, yet sorely lacking without Never could be without your Larkspur boquets and marigold wreaths August heat heavy with the scent of cypress trees Apollo of the dusty sea, flooded the cliffs with light like withering flames born from boxcar visions and a desperate hunger for that windblown hallelujah we chased down the starlit trestles like missionaries. Summoned from our streetcar medallions, vagabond nymphs, rumbling through moth-eaten states and barren dusks, lazy moon gazing upon our dolorous times and wild days and all our rough and rowdy ways. No need to heed the judgements of the stars. With the arid land so wild and lonesome- we weave our own muse into the railway line- followed back to when you were my home, and the streets were the laurel crown of your vagrant fortune.

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Take me to the train station To the moonlit tracks With waves upon the rails And spitfire cracks Let me rest among the passengers In their blue, tired seats Spun by frayed end threads Wilted in the streets Take me past foreign, foggy neon signs To the western, wild call When the whistle bends into the wind I’ll know I’ve seen it all

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Mar 12, 2020

Mar 12, 2020 at 3:53 PM UTC

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Take me to the train station To the moonlit tracks With waves upon the rails And spitfire cracks Let me rest among the passengers In their blue, tired seats Spun by frayed end threads Wilted in the streets Take me past foreign, foggy neon signs To the western, wild call When the whistle bends into the wind I’ll know I’ve seen it all

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A flurry of setting cracks among the steel Laying blaze to the ocean’s fate manifest destiny, the cosmo gold of the west Where the star is not dying, but setting to bring forth another sun To whistle on those wild lonesome Days of rough northern terrain Where you dug up our souls from the winding river Whistled sweet into jazz dreams Faintly singing in mute messages sent down In the bayou’s mighty hymn Cobalt struck by Divine light, gifted from above Venus rising from the sea was just spellbound by daydreamers endless sins tormented by minds Haunted by wills and ego of misleading love torn down from artistic sacrifice, To heal is to help, through instilling our gift of such cosmic gold, sewn into Apollo’s harp for lost souls to be saved, sung asleep by the triumph of our tribulations

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Nov 26, 2019

Nov 26, 2019 at 11:28 PM UTC

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A flurry of setting cracks among the steel Laying blaze to the ocean’s fate manifest destiny, the cosmo gold of the west Where the star is not dying, but setting to bring forth another sun To whistle on those wild lonesome Days of rough northern terrain Where you dug up our souls from the winding river Whistled sweet into jazz dreams Faintly singing in mute messages sent down In the bayou’s mighty hymn Cobalt struck by Divine light, gifted from above Venus rising from the sea was just spellbound by daydreamers endless sins tormented by minds Haunted by wills and ego of misleading love torn down from artistic sacrifice, To heal is to help, through instilling our gift of such cosmic gold, sewn into Apollo’s harp for lost souls to be saved, sung asleep by the triumph of our tribulations

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Lovelorn and sore she drifts to shore Singing hymns from the sirens lure Crying distant deep in the surf What was all that sailing for? Gods of the sea, sleeping serpentine Neptune rising with his blue fantasy, Casting hope into sleeping canyon nights Days spent in pale dawn’s love bright light The ocean breeze softly sings Moody eyes safe beneath the sheets All hungry sailors look to the sea For a siren to come and sing them to sleep

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Sep 27, 2019

Sep 27, 2019 at 12:37 PM UTC

Topanga, June

Lovelorn and sore she drifts to shore Singing hymns from the sirens lure Crying distant deep in the surf What was all that sailing for? Gods of the sea, sleeping serpentine Neptune rising with his blue fantasy, Casting hope into sleeping canyon nights Days spent in pale dawn’s love bright light The ocean breeze softly sings Moody eyes safe beneath the sheets All hungry sailors look to the sea For a siren to come and sing them to sleep

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Earthquake weather cracked the sky deep A cool reprise in midstreaked heat Alight with the flame of desire burning with a full pink moon Sleeping canyons black from fire Glowed swelling, glimmering into Neptune’s fantasies, frenzied Splintered mad with sweltering gems Shaking the summer from our hair Dreams falling like stardust into the ravine As the earth said “anything can be, anything can be...” Flickering upon cracked faults Glisten and catch in the night’s sunlight Devastatingly seductive, smolderingly bright.

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Sep 25, 2019

Sep 25, 2019 at 12:38 PM UTC

Elysian heights

Earthquake weather cracked the sky deep A cool reprise in midstreaked heat Alight with the flame of desire burning with a full pink moon Sleeping canyons black from fire Glowed swelling, glimmering into Neptune’s fantasies, frenzied Splintered mad with sweltering gems Shaking the summer from our hair Dreams falling like stardust into the ravine As the earth said “anything can be, anything can be...” Flickering upon cracked faults Glisten and catch in the night’s sunlight Devastatingly seductive, smolderingly bright.

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Stargazing cactus bloom desert daydream skipping salted stones lost highway The Mojave a light with fire flowers road side decor for this age of weekend hotel floors arid breeze kissing us dizzy gambled, addicted visiting Mirage down in the valley below city glow dark hair, light eyes foreign tongue I love you so Sweet tequila lifted above the ground spin me, spin me, that gleeful aquarius sheen you're amazing you're a light in my life, Casino Moonshine switching gears, half eaten diner meals roadside pitstops for broken windows whistling wind like a gilded finch. Joshua trees from over Nordic seas soft skin getting lucky 7 spins tingling touch dark lidded lust euphoric hymm it's him it's him it's him orange sky brusts bright in my tired amphetamine eyes

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May 12, 2019

May 12, 2019 at 3:37 PM UTC

April on the Casino Floor

Stargazing cactus bloom desert daydream skipping salted stones lost highway The Mojave a light with fire flowers road side decor for this age of weekend hotel floors arid breeze kissing us dizzy gambled, addicted visiting Mirage down in the valley below city glow dark hair, light eyes foreign tongue I love you so Sweet tequila lifted above the ground spin me, spin me, that gleeful aquarius sheen you're amazing you're a light in my life, Casino Moonshine switching gears, half eaten diner meals roadside pitstops for broken windows whistling wind like a gilded finch. Joshua trees from over Nordic seas soft skin getting lucky 7 spins tingling touch dark lidded lust euphoric hymm it's him it's him it's him orange sky brusts bright in my tired amphetamine eyes

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The same gilded sun of western dreams It shines so lone for kinds as us Wandering eyes hypnotized By that cosmic, copper lust

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Apr 27, 2018

Apr 27, 2018 at 7:23 PM UTC

santiago canyon

The same gilded sun of western dreams It shines so lone for kinds as us Wandering eyes hypnotized By that cosmic, copper lust

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