Filomena Rocca

Filomena Rocca Aug 2022

Babble

I heard a babbler
Yelling in the wind
Inviting all
To be absolved of sin

He talked of God
And of His Holy Powers
At length, and captively
I heard for hours

But even after
Listening and thought
The Word I heard
To me,
Means close to Naught

Psych ward poetry.
Set 3, poem 3.

#religion

Filomena Rocca Aug 2022

The Maze

They hold her down
She casts her frozen gaze

Straight at the cieling
Peering through the haze

Within the meadows
Winding like a maze

She's lost
And wanders
As yet unknown ways

Psych ward poetry.
Set 3, poem 2.
I witnessed 6 restraint incidents on my first day in.

Filomena Rocca Aug 2022

Methodology

By methodology
Empirical
We demonstrate
The world is spherical

Alas, within I find
No evidence
That there is anything
Like innocence

And as my status quo
Is under trial
I take a dose
Of Vitamin Denial

Psych ward poetry.
Set 3, poem 1.

Filomena Rocca Jul 2022

Appraisal

A piece of potential
Worth more than a life?
Yet ever essential
The needle and knife

Though you keep on sounding
The drum and the fife,
Our pushback compounding
Won't shy from your strife

Do you see mere utensils
In your daughter and wife?
No piece of potential's
Worth more than their life.

Filomena Rocca Jul 2022

The Mirror

A forest reflected
By river's clear flow
But both sides connected
By a bridge hanging low

I step through the mirror
Prolonging my path
Is everything clearer?
Or would I rather a bath?

Filomena Rocca Jun 2022

The Fuzzy Boots

Toasty toes
And a frosty nose
And a smile that glows
As along her way she goes

Because on her feet
Are a warm and fuzzy treat
That are tapping down the street
In a lovely laid-back beat

And she sees the stares
And she feels the passing glares
But she hardly even cares
It's a challenge no-one dares

So she walks along
Weaving proudly through the throng
And she sings her carefree song
Just so happy to belong

As her lover and friends
Never judge her based on trends
There's no need to make amends
With a world that just contends

Toasty toes
And a frosty nose
And a smile that glows
As along her way she goes

Lyrics for a Bossa Nova style piece I've been working on.

#bossanova #lyrics

Filomena Rocca May 2022

The Executioner (CW)

They lead her out in irons
Like butchers lead a sheep
The screaming of the sirens
Awakes the town from sleep

On one arm walks an elder
On the opposite a priest
Behind, an executioner
His eyes raised to the east

Is this not what He wanted?
On Earth as in the sky
Just as Our Father promised
We'll see His enemy die

Around the grim procession
The people come in crowds
To see the wrathful session
Beneath the darkening clouds

Awaiting her arrival
At a place arrayed with skulls
For the sake of their survival
The congregation culls

Is this not what we wanted?
On Earth as in the sky
Just as Our Father promised
We'll see our enemy die

They hold her in position
Her face against a wall
Expecting some contrition
Expecting her to stall

But though her eyes show terror
They also show resolve
No apology for error
No need to be absolved

Is this not all they wanted?
On Earth as in the sky
Just as my father promised
They'll see his enemy die

His weapon at the ready
The headsman heaves a sigh
A lengthy hesitation
That makes her wonder why

She glances past her shoulder
At the killer in his place
And suddenly goes cold
As she sees her father's face

Is this not what you wanted?
On Earth as in the sky
Just as your Father promised
You'll see the enemy die

[Her] Coward!

[Executioner] *******!

[Elders] Demon ****!

[Crowd] ****! ****! ****!

×××××××××××××××××××××××××××××

The old man holds a grimace
And tightly shuts his eyes
His soul he sees as sinless
As fast his weapon flies

Lyrics of a metal style song I've been working on.

#metal #lyrics #religion #execution #capitalpunishment #deathpenalty