Lou Romano

Lou Romano Nov 2019

Creativity is gathered
in the sails of our mind
where the universe
flows through us
and our thoughts collect

If we simply open our sails
the winds of creation
will take us where they may.

But our sails are fragile,
if we try too hard,
to force our thoughts
they will rip holes through the fabric
and the winds of creation
will pass right through,

and take us nowhere

Lou Romano Nov 2019

Spans...

Dream
Spanning between two points of darkness
Eyes open
Floating on streams of light

Nightmare
Spanning between two points of darkness
Eyes closed
Staring into the darkness

Life
Spanning between two points in time
Eyes open
Navigating streams of light

Death
Spanning between two points of life
Eyes closed
Resting for the next adventure

#dream #nightmare #life #death

Lou Romano Nov 2019

Artists rendition

She was alive with the vibrant colors
of the Indian dress she wore.
Light danced around her,
its brilliance refracted in her eyes.

Translucent beams of screaming color
poured out from her soul,
flowed onto her canvas,
in the shapes of her visions divine.

The artist that was always within her
found a tempting muse,
as a scene unfolded,
echoed by the gentle strokes of her brush.

Light pouring through the evening clouds
as a summer rain ends.
A rainbow takes its place
atop a setting sun masterpiece of a sky

Lou Romano Nov 2019

Waves of creation

Sometimes,
when the world is quiet
I let my mind free
To wander where it will go

And sometimes,
when the silence lingers
my soul escapes it bonds
And dances with my heart

Sometimes,
As my heart and soul dance
I feel a rhythm flowing
And I’m caught up in its currents

And sometimes,
I capture the essence of that rhythm
and for one glorious moment
I can surf upon the waves of creation

#inspiration #creation #waves #surf

Lou Romano Nov 2019

January Man

I have walked thru the rain to get to where I’m going,
Trudging thru the waters, yet never really knowing.
What it is I am in search of, what I need to be set free.

My umbrella no longer stopping the rain from finding me,
seems it’s rather tattered too, been abused like me, you see.
I gave up seeking shelter back in nineteen eighty-three

Though some times when I look back, at how warm a home can be.
Makes me wish that I had kept mine, maybe followed that destiny.
But I fear not the path I’ve chosen, nor the place that it’s led me.

And I am now in the December, of my life upon this earth.
Maybe not lived to the fullest, but I’ve had my livings worth.
When I leave, I know no one will be mourning my de-birth.

I leave with quite good conscience, I’ve done harm to not a one,
I’m certain where I’m going, is the place from where I’ve come.
I’ll be back in January as surely as shines the sun.

Lou Romano Nov 2019

Sh..

What the it
Holy it
Cut the it
What the it
Some people choose to eat it and cry
Some need to it before they can fly
Some like to roll in it
Or be in a heap of it
Though none of them can take it
Most like to give it
Some of them come up smelling like roses
After stepping in it
Some smell like it all the time
Some people I know can eat it and die
And this is certainly full of it

Good for a laugh, not much more...

Lou Romano Nov 2019

Out thru the light

Drifting away
lost in cyberspace.
No longer a survivor
of this human race.
Scattered thru time
between dark and light.
A magnificent web
spirals into the night

My opponent is tiring
as I move in for the ****
Forthcoming evil
Lurking here still
From behind the walls
that confine the night
Everyone flickers
and goes out
thru the light