Questions and blank stares
Answers in blank squares
The lowest form of humor
This has convinced junior
That this is art
Still replace a sound track with farts
“Modern art”
Please don't get me started
On how ******* “Art” is
Blank stares and questions
Blank squares and cessions
I'm guessin’ a million ain't enough
For all the “expression”
And here we're
Starin’ at black mirrors
And never saw clearer
The youth we missteered
With all of our weird
Programming
This is true expression
Words on blank pages
In my language
Deep eyes and questions
Help them understand
But keep guessin’....

In the beginning we were opposite
Started with a drop is it
I liked the way you moved and
soon felt the groove
You were digging me and I was feeling you
Fluid and smooth
Nothing left to prove
You would be the the death of me
Take away the rest of me
Almost imperceptible
You gouged your way in
Damage irreparable
Away at my layers you're wearin’
Others start to stare and
Empty I remain
You
I could not contain
Left me with no companion
I
Simply
A Grand Canyon.

-Luca Ivaldi

The light from my day has left
A passing night
A fight I didn't give, a crime of theft
Ha yeah right
In the still there is no moon
Preoccupied
I need a shooting star soon
I wish I had died.