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Nov 2022 · 119
Remembrances
giofuellos Nov 2022
You remind me of summertime
Feverish, wrathful and long days
When the passions trapped between our lips
Dance at noon, freezing
The scenes of bliss that
Decorates the empty caverns of our hearts
Being and becoming all at once
You remind of summertime
When the air burns wickedly
And we stagger to breathe-in
The chaos and outbursts of the sun
When the branches sway gayly
As the warm hushed wind passes infinity
You remind me of summertime
When our backs lay flat on hard dry earth
As grasses entangle beneath our feet
Just as our arms embrace each others nearness
You remind me of summertime
Of many things about the world
All the things that have been said
And all the things that are yet to be said
You remind me of summertime
When the exhuberance of youth
Is on full display, running and carousing
On the streets at twilight
Or under the hushed divinity of the rosy dawn
You remind me of summertime
Just as we carry the weight of yesterdays
In these fleeting remembrances
When all things bright and sunny
And dark and turgid are found and lost
From all the people that had come by and stopped, from those who walked beside, and those who ran with us amidst the fast changing of the sun.
You and those before you, remind me of that time.
giofuellos Feb 2022
Oh how of no use to us now
The clock and calendar - the pretenders
They measure nothingness
Not even air, not even the passing days
They measure boredom, nihilism
Accounting for one's time for
The inevitable implosion into emptiness
Oh how of no use to us now
That which measures our worth - in time
When we hang in the precipice
And the abyss yawns ever more deeply,
Ever more impatient
Oh how of no use to us now
This tyrannical imagination, when we
Now measure the days passing
By the times we have sighed in relief
Jan 2022 · 98
Farewell, stranger
giofuellos Jan 2022
I will miss the way you wake me up at night
When the soft moonlight embraces the windowsills
And you would whisper to me your good memories and the bad ones
When you trace your dreams onto my back
And when your warmth touches mine as we fall asleep safe in each others arms

I will miss your kiss, in the morning,
way past the rising of the sun
When the streets are busy with their comings and goings
When the world that surrounds us revolves in chaos
But we are at our own pace just admiring what we have

I will miss your face, those gentle eyes those soft lips that cushions the anger and hurt you try to hold inside
I will miss those days i can't count on my fingers when we made each other happy
We were the best persons we can be
In those moments frozen forever in time
Nov 2021 · 105
C
giofuellos Nov 2021
C
My moonlight, you warm the skein that wraps the tender walls of my heart
Your delicate fingers glide through the golden strings of the harp
That guides me to slumber in our tender paradise
Where you and I watch the universe unfold, and spiral
And make turn, and make waves and dream of celestial saccharine music
Your voice a Delphic phantom still unknown to mine
My moonlight, you I know are a fleeting silhouette in the window next to my soul
That rises and falls and dims into oblivion leaving me behind in the dark wandering


Your eyes stab delicate passions into my chest
Cupid’s arrow piercing the absurd that had formed in my breast
Your smile, wry yet sweet, a deep meaningful nothingness
O Goddess, O Venus you have sent me from the abyss
And my loneliness have turned into sweet wine that I drank
With Bacchus I bathe on the springs of callous revelry
For you my moonlight, my heavenly star I wake
The most beautiful being
My eyes ever laid upon
Jun 2021 · 212
Exit
giofuellos Jun 2021
And that was it
The final curtain has been drawn
And the candle that lit the
Backstage has been
Completely extinguished
Now you can only smell
The faint smoke rising
In the air
That memory slowly drifting
Away in darkness
Slowly fading from consciousness
Jun 2021 · 105
Only god forgives
giofuellos Jun 2021
Only god forgives,
Not the mason’s hammer
Nor the worker’s fists;
Only god forgives,
Not the farmer’s sickle
Nor their plows sitting idle
On lands they can’t toil;
Only god forgives,
Not the writer’s pen
Bleeding the ink of indignation,
Overflowing with grief and anger;
     Wizards transmuting pencil lead
     Into bullets that can pierce the hollow man’s breast;
Only god forgives,
Not the artist’s brush
Stripping naked the arrogance of centuries
On the turbulent canvas of history
For everyone to see:

That it is men and not gods
That block the sun rising in the East
High above their steel mountains
Holding the moon ransom,
Locked in prison never to dream,
Never to give solace nor the sereneness of sleep

Only god forgives, only gods forgive!
Not the restless masses, not the people rising!
Only god forgives, only god betrays
But never our hands, our fists,
Never our hearts, never our memories!
Jun 2021 · 94
pride or foolishness
giofuellos Jun 2021
how do you lose someone
in a day, in hours,
in a matter of minutes;
where speculation and heartache
and anger and disgust ferment
in the void left
by the absence of communication?
is it the sin of pride
to chain Hermes?
not to let him out of sight
for his flight could mean
vacillation?
an admittance of weakness;
so that even the tenderest
of loves becomes hard like stone
impervious to woos
indestructible even with
pleas of mercy
not even the Adarna's tears
can revive our atrophied hearts
would it be much easier to forget
than to reconcile?
giofuellos Mar 2020
My soul now slowly breaks
Off into the cold nothingness,
The abyss glows ever powerfully
Like a phosphorescent wind,
Glowing like auroras dancing
In the winter skies of my desolation.
And yet I have found meaning
In the darkest of days.
When the clouds of death and chaos
Descends upon me like a raging storm,
Gushing, overflowing, in torrents, tormenting.
In the arms of comrades I gather my strength,
To dismantle the despair eating my lungs,
Keeping me from breathing the stardust
Raining down from the ashes of god
The unholy hour will soon be on its head!
giofuellos Mar 2020
I am not writing about the end of times,
   because the end is near
Or the mere presence of it, out there peeking,
   from the swaying curtains of of the midnight sun
A haunting aura of eternal despair,
  slowly walking towards my mortal shell
Exposing my mortal pretensions, threatening, frightening
I am not writing about the end of times,
I am writing about me as I face annihilation;
   as my soul anticipates the crash, the big bang,
the unceremonious end!
giofuellos Dec 2019
The watch has ended its usefulness -
Time is on a stand still and every second
Is dragged into a long deafening silence
As each drop multiplies into long synapses,
Until it ceases to exist, and implodes due to its nonexistence.
There is  a quiet disquiet of encased thoughts
Amid the flashing fluorescence of multi-colored
Memories of the heralding of the new dawn,
As the cold contemptuous swings of air
Rushes through the derelict stations the mind,
As a spirit haunting, in search of reason and meaning,
Or in search for a beginning and an end.
Journeying through byzantine conduits
Scouring the space for a panacea for eternal returns.

And I am here in my lonesome
Waiting for ghosts to haunt me in my waking,
I'm itching to hear them drag their heavy footsteps
My ears ring in the absence of their whispers.
Now my heart has stopped, not because of death
But because death has lost its meaning.
I have lost my mind as I have lost my edge
In writing long drawn out sentences
For the consumption of the absurd - an offering
To the deep abyss of thoughts .
I have turned into a dull blade in my futile attempt to cut
Through the dense meat of time and space
Pining for a piece of tender reality
Ghosts are dead, memories have faded,
And all I have left is this profound vacancy.
Dec 2019 · 87
Of Reckoning
giofuellos Dec 2019
Remind me of thunders,
Of feverish longing
For the sun's wrath.
Of waves claiming
The shores of a
Perverted land.
When wrought iron gates
Still keep the monsters from
The peoples wrath.
Let the wind air music
That echoes the raucous chant

Remind me of the lightning
Striking the ivory tower.
Of fire and steel
Penetrating shallow *******,
Disturbing the stillness
With our loud footsteps
Heard deep into
Their midnight sleep.

May the uncomfortable sound
Wake them from slumber deep
May the riotous noise excite
The weary, the dead, and the meek
May our fists raised, storm the heavens
And drag it down into the streets.
May the fog that had cloaked the land
Be forever banished into the depths of history
And a new history of men be born
From the crumbling ashes of the old world.
giofuellos Dec 2019
It is now the moment I feared,
When the ghoulish arms of time
Slowly drags me closer into the precipice of life.
Let the ignorance from that eternal return be
Cloaked with happiness, with memories of joyous youth.
Let the lightness of the clouds
Slowly rock me to that never ending sleep.
Let the winds give me wings
And sway me as the feather sways lightly,
As the long shadows of the setting sun inches into the dark abyss
And may the journey back be
Calmer than the riotous marching bands of life.
giofuellos Jul 2019
Midnight light, will you goad my eyes
   into the unbelievable sereneness of sleep,
And hush into silence the sleepless trucks
   that lines the expanding horizon;
The bicycle man rests his head on his saddle
   dreaming of bombing descents and leg stretches,
   and the hot streaming aroma of consciousness
   on gradient hilltops overlooking blazing mountains
   passing the silence of the lakes;
Carefully cruising along the highways of the mind,
   going into the light, and ecstasy, and madness;
Revolving, recurring, returning
   into deep slumber then onto the frantic going,
   along the wearisome expanse of flatland purgatories
   then onto the doorsteps of mighty heaven,
   rising up into the chill clouds of eternity and nothingness.
I am awake! and Fortuna's capricious wheel is now turning,
   now I shall rest my future-looking for my going is now
   unfolding!
Jun 2019 · 120
Corolla
giofuellos Jun 2019
You were there in the driver's seat of memories,
Inching your way through the roads and side streets of life,
Through laughters and chaos and the dull traffic lights.
Witness to the rising and falling of the heavens,
And ears to the after-midnight realizations of men.
Radiant in your losing and finding,
The transient souls passing the doors of your wakeness.
And the sun and rain and hail and the gusts of wind never breaks,
The soul that keeps you alive O' old glory.
Now, as the moments pass from finitude into infinity
When the frantic going turns into a deep peaceful sleep,
May your twilight be as colorful as the red sun's mirage over the horizon,
And may your dreams be as animated as your waking life!
giofuellos Apr 2019
For what is life but a series of comings and goings
The burying of bones and its exhumation
Forgetting and remembering
A regurgitation of the past, the present its mirror and
A future that is a longing for something that might be
A repetition of the summer and rainy days of youth,
But each repetition the sun blazes much brighter and hotter
And the rains bellowing and wheezing,
Its torrents ever more increasing
Like the angry hand on a dull knife
Cutting frantically onto the thawed piece of flesh
Frustrated and annoyed and tired and weary
Hinged onto the surrender into the absurd
A descend into chaos and a ladder back
To the somber and profound certainty of the eternal.
giofuellos Mar 2019
In my search for the serene quietude of dawn
To warm with embers the cold rivers of my soul
I have forsaken your dark shores
Rising and gliding above the hills and mountains
In the swiftest speed I roared

But a giant realization had snatched me
From the mountainous caverns of solitude
Indeed as I have always known, it is
Inside the warmth of your animated splendor
With impassioned ears, I listened to
The sweet cacophonies of jeepneys roaring
In your busy streets, and the hawkers hawking
Along the sidewalks and sidestreets of life
Hustling under the red skies of your twilight

I am alive, and you are alive
Amidst the death that pervades the air
And the disquiet of the surrounding chaos
Like a dark ominous fog that rises into the stars  
Destroying the holiness of dreams

Life, life, life! I screamed into the depths of your bay
Hoping to dredge from the red waters, the long gone
Where tattered dreams where made anew
Woven from the silken threads of sleep
Birthed by the once glorious rising of the sun

We are alive, we want you alive
And with our heft, we will raise our fists
We will break the locked doors of heaven
To drag out the kings to hell
And sentence them to the nothingness

We will dance, like the galaxies
Hammering and pounding the ground
Shattering the yokes of cerebral slumber
To ignite the furnaces of life
And start anew a fire that would burn
To bring the light through the everlasting dark!
Feb 2019 · 149
Your words haunt me
giofuellos Feb 2019
Your words haunt me,
Like Yolanda's frantic dance
Before it hits the pitiful slumber
Of government help
A doom violently shaking
The rafters and foundations
Uprooting the byzantine roots of sanity
With torrents gushing from the
Oceanic abyss into the shores
Of the mighty gates of inhibition

Your words haunt me,
Like the wrath of the onset of sleep
While reading Machiavelli and
Listening to jazz blasting through my ears
Inside the libraries of drunkenness
Where dreams are unpleasant
And harrowing in the hazing wind
Flailing rocks at the conscious
Mumbling cracks off the wall
Set up by the guards of the crazy
Crazy spiraling imagination

Now the world screams from all sides
Confusing and silencing the weary
Into a deathly ephemeral sobriety
Fleeting steadily to relapse

The giant slowly crumbles
Against the persistent rot of time
The wind sweeping him off his feet
Flying him straight down to eternity

Here I go! He shouts to the heavens
As he shoots down into singularity
giofuellos Feb 2019
Each time the rain pours
She caresses the memories left on her lips,
Enjoying the rhythmic fragments
Of sweat dripping upon her *******,
And the rousing emotions inside her thighs,
Crashing in superfluous ecstasy of unhinged passions.
Constantly yearning for the satisfying madness of the flesh.
And the callousness of naked warmth Igniting the embers of a cold dreary heart.

The times in which the fire they burn
Leave the scars of sorrow graved
Inside her rotting flesh
And the fleeting remembrance
Of an illusion floating within her
Above the bedrooms of lust
Screaming, moaning, rising and falling
Stopping the earth's spin
Seized inside a moment of eternal bliss.
Jan 2019 · 491
Deep Think
giofuellos Jan 2019
When ideas fall like leaves
Crumbling like broken transcripts
Slowly drifting away in the wind
Uninspired and daunted
By the momentous synapses of time
I gaze down to the vast gaping chasm with laborious stoicism
Waiting, persevering, thinking
Crushing the pikemen of nihilism
With a thousand determined dragoons
Pining for the imperial plunder of thoughts
And the surrender of the imagination to the pen
Jan 2019 · 139
When Words Are Not Enough
giofuellos Jan 2019
When words are not enough
To express our anger and disgust;
When no words profound
Can unriddle the inescapable secrecy
Of our grief and sorrow
Perpetrated by the unjust;
When meter and rhyme
Devolves into illiterate cacophonies;
When our voices are lost in the byzantine corridors of the abyss;
When our crystalline tears that pierces the sacred ground does not nourish life;
Then our actions must remain true
As conduits of our truths, our emotions, and our insatiable passion to live and breathe the same august air, and share the bounty of the sacred soil and seas;
To collectively enjoy the warmth of the flames as it slowly devours the firewood
Crackling in the serene silence of the long night;
When words are not enough then may this eternal dance keep the bonfire of life burning through the ages
Like Jupiter's raging storm,
Let the red splotches of dust be scattered through the clouds and start the clockwork of eternity, to free us and forever disquiet our hearts!
May the flames of the revolution burn stronger and brighter. Viva CPP-NPA-NDFP!
Oct 2018 · 371
Old man at the CCP
giofuellos Oct 2018
He's seating beneath a big block of stone
On a place where art lays and unfolds
Staring at the passing traffic
Watching at the reality dancing before him
As if he's guarding the ruins
Of the old world crumbling behind
Like the sun slowly fading at the green bay

I can hear him constantly switching
Radio stations on his cheap phone
To pass time, to pass eternity
But never seem to find the song
He's used to dance with in his youth
And now in his twilight amidst
The setting of the great tropical sun
He ruminates on the rising edifices before him

How everything had changed
The thatched roofed houses
Have now become towering cranes
The tall grass have become steel fences
The muddy earth now paved
I can see in the old man's static gaze
That he is wishing and hoping for something
Something he can grasp with
His calloused and wrinkled hands
Something his old frame can lift and hold
Like a moment, or a memory he can be proud of
Until the last of his august days

Yet he found what he's searching for
The last minutes of a ball game
I can hear the ecstatic crowd roaring
As the game dribbles to its end
The buzzer sounds over triumph and defeat
Then the old man closes his phone,
Drinks from his jug, and fixed his things
He looked at me as he stood
Then walks away slowly, losing himself
Beyond a sea of concrete
Oct 2018 · 641
The trees are whispering...
giofuellos Oct 2018
The tree are whispering in hushed silent tones
Their voices carried softly by the wind
Caressing the whole forest with their hymns
Suffused in their cries, the arrogance
And greed, and vanity of men
Men that were tasked to guard creation!

Their chants deafening, echoing, increasing
In brave tumultuous waves
Growing ever louder
Pushing the rivers and tributaries into the seas
Infused in the currents
The laments of the helpless
Trampled, and ravaged, and killed
With violence and impunity!

Be wary of the axeman, the hunter, and the miner
They are lurkers, waiting in the dark canopies
Waiting for a chance to **** and pillage
To **** the forest out of its wits
Until it loses its lushness and vitality
'Til it surrenders its grip from the divine earth!

Be wary of the forest ranger
For they are the ones that orchestrates
The relentless and appalling ******
That decimates lives, hopes, and aspirations
They perpetuate the madness
They are the harbingers of chaos, they are destruction
Their charm, vile and putrid
To ever allow them recite their prose would be death!

But never despair,
The sleepers have woken
Those with quiet ears slowly hears the noise and commotion
The deniers have silenced their self-serving lips
Await that moment, when the silence is fractured
By the forest, howling in raging defiance
Justice will be swift, the wolves will be unraveled as sheep!

And only then says the oldest of the trees
Can the children of the forest roam free.
Oct 2018 · 107
On running
giofuellos Oct 2018
I missed a run again and my conscience shouts at me in anger.

Apparently, it needed a break from the monotonous hum of hasty, disquiet fingerings for buzzer beater deadline finishes,
and a respite for smashing cushions all day.
Sep 2018 · 2.1k
cheap pencils
giofuellos Sep 2018
Pencils are opportunities, it dulls as you write,
mistakes slowly burns the red rubber ****,
and sharpeners are luxuries or government help or socialism.

But what about cheap pencils,
whose lead dulls or breaks easily.

Pencils are all equal if you look it in the outside
but what you can't see is that these cheap pencils
does not have a solid strip of lead inside,
it has some small quantities of opportunities to write.

I need to sharpen it once in a while
so I can clearly write.

But not everyone has sharpeners nor extra pencils,
some even bought this kind of pencil
with all the money they have
and they cannot write their stories
and their happy endings,
when the luster of their leads are constantly fading
into white, swallowed by the open
free-market place of ideas blank paper.

And I can't blame the poor vendor who sold me
these substandard opportunities.

However,

I am blaming the owners of factories,
for making such lousy imitations,
for exploiting my hunger to write.
I am blaming the government,
for allowing such pencils to ever exist!

Their lust for power, their greed takes away
my opportunities to write clearly and continuously,
I am blaming them for assuming that all of us have sharpeners!

We should not pay for social sharpening services!
Sharpeners and pencils should be free!
giofuellos Aug 2018
The old man laughs at the bleak horizon
As he yokes the ship that pulls the shores
The blissfull end of days seems unsure
When justice sleeps with the wolves
And the unholy, cloaks the hallow soil
With black, poisonous dust
Bells toll and walls are tumbled, the chanting of the masses destroys the courts
But the days of disquiet remains unheard
For the gods that sweeps the earth's soil
Had forsaken us all.
Aug 2018 · 169
In my dreams
giofuellos Aug 2018
Am I losing it?
When I have barely roused the pages in my head
With the smoldering ink of lightness
When I have wandered off in imagination's maze
Lost inside an unwavering catatonia.
Polarized, black and white
Or maybe trapped in gray
With uncerntainties the luster of life
Fizzles into the night
Carressing sleepless heads
With sobering dreams of escape
And death wallows, and slowly
Creeps into nightmares haunting sleep.
Jul 2018 · 138
Sulu
giofuellos Jul 2018
Zoom, roar, cars honking, Jeepneys
Racketing, plying the flooded streets
of suburban Manila

How I miss your dreadful and depressing sight
Hauntingly beautiful to the
Glass-eyed hipster romantic, romanticizing
Poverty and banality - what a good use of privilege

Sulu, you are a stench to my sight
I can hear your wounds screaming
And I can taste the bitter sound of your helpless cries

Yet, you cradled me and my drunkenness,
You danced with me under the moonless night
Along with the rowdy bottles of San Miguel
The bottles occupying the floor
Signified our comradeship
You had my back when I sleep
And you are my eyes in the morning
Before I wake up

How I will miss listening to jazz
Inside your deceptively-fragile looking walls
How I will miss puking on your floors
I will miss that part of my youth that I
Have left when I closed the front door.
giofuellos Jul 2018
My pencil breaks each time it touches paper
Like a metaphor on the impermanence
Of thoughts racing like bicycles on dusty
Cobbled roads, crashing, colliding
Scraping the dust and inhaling it like coke

Infinity! I am beyond the parchment
Contradictions of life!
The metaphysical drums resounding
In complete surrender to the
Violence of the pencil lead etching
On the paper's blank lifeless face

What does the words even mean, other than
Mere symbols for our raging heads,
Addicted to meaning
Water, sharpener, wallet, clock,
Pomade, hair comb sitting on a
floating desk of wood, willed
By a hand delirious for escape!
Mar 2018 · 144
Love at the end of time
giofuellos Mar 2018
Struck in awe we glanced
To the red bruised skies over the horizon,
Deeply engrossed by the twilight's hushed divinity,
Silently sitting on the wave-swept rocks by the bay
Waiting for the night's scattering dust;

And now under the night's turmoil
Where every moment knocks inside;
Beneath the flickering streetlight,
Our eyes met and locked in a trance-like gaze;

I can see in your eyes the future
Dancing under the lights of victory,
In that instant all the fears that had attached inside me dissipated,
Like water on a hot sunny day,
It felt like I am dancing with you in this dream;

Now we drown in each other's kiss
While we escape the chaos around us,
We search for the deeper meanings of life
From the entnglement of our lips,
As the war erupts at the distance.

Its echoes deafening



The flashes blinding



We held each others arms



As humanity tears the skies apart...
Feb 2018 · 144
Jazz under the mid-day sun
giofuellos Feb 2018
Trees barely moving from the hot and sultry whisper of the wind;
Smoke and dust everywhere, embracing sweat dripping like faucets broken;
The air smells of summer's impending wrath;
The burning of cold, lonely, aching hearts,
The breaking of gloom, the onset of happy days under trees wallowing, basking in the heat;
The wind barely sways the curtains on the window, the coffee stained notebook on the makeshift desk;
Only jazz excites under the mid-day sun, dancing, swaying with the heat; entering into dark crevices, flying mightily onto the 'clear' blue skies;
Alas! Jazz, screams for Manila's sweltering sun!
Feb 2018 · 135
Manila in Twilight
giofuellos Feb 2018
You, in whose horizon the gallant sun dies at dusk;
You, in whose vicious arms tenderly wraps the men lamenting at your banks;
You, in whose waters refracts the colors of light;
You Old Glory, fading slowly at the end of time.
Visit me in my dreams and show me why men had had died for your love;
Visit me in my dreams, that I may see past the madness of your mind;
Visit me in my dreams, that I may decipher your screams that I hear before I sleep;
Visit me, come to me, bring me back to the golden days of your youth!
giofuellos Dec 2017
Perhaps you've known or heard
About the woman who had stars on forehead
In whose melancholy, moons
Locking her gaze upon the heavens
In search for light, love, and enchantment
When the rain pours she cries
The bright sun blinded her eyes
Not finding out, never knowing
That everywhere she looked,
But never upon herself.
Dec 2017 · 121
To victory, always!
giofuellos Dec 2017
in the still darkness
liquid crystals shatter
on tattered roofs of houses

waiting for the strong thuds
that would wake the silence
that had cloaked the night

the heavens weep for the broken,
the storm roars for the unheard!
Dec 2017 · 127
Sleep
giofuellos Dec 2017
Shadows shapeshift to the dance of dawn
When light breaks fervently, bashing the longevity of night
Illumination recedes the black arms that wraps around me

Like shouting matches, the roosters bellow
Enchanted by the rising sun at the horizon
And slowly hymns rise through the haze and fog

The sight is well again, and the other senses renewed
The serpentine waters rushes
From the crystalline springs of sleep
Onto the murky waters of consciousness

Rejuvinate, illuminate
Awake and unafraid
I'm ready to face humanity again...
Dec 2017 · 158
Untitled
giofuellos Dec 2017
A sudden rush of blood engulfs the veins
Sending strange signals into my brain
As synapses fire, I'm trying to figure out
The electrifying adrenaline
Shooting out of my beating heart
I tremble, I stutter at the notion of this
Would this feeling, be just fleeting
Or would it be eternal bliss
Should I investigate, to find the meaning of this
Or should I let it pass, and let my soul be ******
In my death bed, regrets
Of chances and glances passed
Like grandiose delusions
After downing wine from a glass
Are we afraid that we'll break
When emptied of our heart's content
Or are we contented to be empty, soulless and dreary
Oct 2017 · 218
Two Bottles
giofuellos Oct 2017
A feeling stirs again
From where, I cannot say
Nor locate the thread
And pull myself out
From the pit...

Two bottles
For sleep, for sanity
Two bottles to awaken
Affinities, Realities
From the slumber deep

Two bottles
To unclench my hands
Wrapped around
The infinite swing of self-delusion
Doubt and isolation

Two bottles for sobriety from dread and misery;
Aug 2017 · 124
Nightfall
giofuellos Aug 2017
Indeed, darkness had wrapped
It's vicious arms around me,
And the thought of escape,
Leaks and floats faraway,
In places unreacheable.

This fate, I accept and face,
With delirious thoughts
I move forward, onward,
To a dream of paradise,
Where bliss never ends.

This nightfall is forever,
But until the beat stops,
My mind will rage on,
And catch the fireflies,
Dancing atop my grave.

Until then, my sweet salvation.
Flying endlessly from nowhere,
I will watch the mirth
On your face, as you dance
Each time the sun rises and fades.
Aug 2017 · 156
Apocalypse
giofuellos Aug 2017
I died, I am dead
There, I lay staring
At faces as blank as mine
And we start to watch
The blood gushing, flowing
Out of the bullet hole in my head
I calmly waited
For heaven or for hell
But all I had was
A few minutes
Of deafening silence
Like songs fading out
No flashbacks
No reminiscences of the past
Not even the faces of those I love
So the light faded
And everything was darkness
A blank mess that is
Eternal and unceasing


I woke up and realized it was a dream.
giofuellos Aug 2017
They woke up to the peek of the mellow sun
Its rays not permitted by the dark ominous skies of the morning drizzle
As if the day have still the quality of night
Where the shy were shameless, their mirth boisterous
Where the bold haggles on the fringes of revolution
Until slowly the scalding heat of passions from the night passed
And evaporated forming mist and fog and dew.
The time held back
As they strip the night's cloak
Traces of stardust freckled their skin
A reminder of the raucous night
It was mixed feelings of hatred and love
Of loathing and yearning;
Of surrender, or of revolution!
The foundations of the day slowly cackles
As the sun breaks through that thick cloud that hangs above their heads.
All the venery and vanity comes alive
As the sun takes the cover that hides the depravation
The loudness of the roosters' crow in the countryside
Were overpowered by the boisterous hum of engines
And a people once again facing the grim task of living
Silenced are the laughters and grins and joyous singing
Repressed are the dancing and carousing
Dissolved again are the reveries for the death of the sun!
giofuellos Aug 2017
And the night waltzed on, with unrelenting fury
Unseating bottles of frenzied spirits,
Crushing cigarettes on tabletops
The dance rages on into dim lit alleys and streets
And on to the boulevards of our consciousness
Like wildfire burning and the smoke wrapping the senses,
Stopping the functions of the mind
The vivid lapsing into a frantic blur
Until it became a silhouette that sways
With the moon's silver light
The streetlights standing as watchmen of the night
Witnesses to the somber euphoria of the inebriated,
Singing in callous revelries,
Exalting to the gods of liquor
The blessing of temporary forgetfulness
For all things vile and wretched
For all the world that is not dancing
Like the neon lights strobing under the night sky
giofuellos Jun 2017
let me fade
like the surrender of the sun
to the blue horizon
like letters and photographs
slowly dissolving
like memories forgotten
under the tyranny of time
let me fade
into oblivion
Jun 2017 · 338
Lost in reverie
giofuellos Jun 2017
I am deeply moved by the sway
Of your silhouette dancing
Undulating under the influence of first light
When blood is fissured in the sky
And rush from the fleeting bliss
Permeates the unevenness of your skin
As it touches mine
Our minds forged from chaos
Burning deep into the surreal
Where it shudders under
The whims of the dauntless heart
Where echoes of the lost souls screaming
Wanes into lowly cackles of new men
Slowly fading like ripples on the water
Ebbing and flowing into the white horizon
Alas, alas! the hour's at hand
The night had parted and the sun has come!
giofuellos Jun 2017
The lullaby moves
Deeper into the night
Like the whirring whispers
That seeps silently into sleepy ears

Just as broken dreams
Once again move in flight
Across dark alleys and streets
Beguiled by the silver light

I am tired
I am broken
I am dying

The candle light shouts
As the wind eases its wings
Into the lonely flame's heart
Bidding goodnight

Goodbye, goodbye
For the last light fizzles
Into vacant oblivion
As if it's not there nor ever was
giofuellos Feb 2017
In disquiet solitude
The thunderous roar
Of my undulating consciousness
Erupts into a cascading flow
Tumultuous and incongruent

When innocuous agreements
Became eccentric mistakes
Paving the way for an absence of light
So the soul becomes shattered dust
Taking with it a myriad of truths

Like the thousands of stars that peek
Inside the vast idleness of man
Humming to the unheard rhythm
Of the song, singing melodies
The blissful woes of paradise
Jan 2017 · 223
Scenes from a dream
giofuellos Jan 2017
The rainbow sky
Melts into a river
Flowing endlessly
Into the white edges of dawn
When the boatman halts
The ship that ferries
Departed souls
As he stared beyond
His lifeless eyes
Oblivious of the void
Sensing a strange figure
Walking on the hazy shore
With watchful eyes
Zooming into his world
He laughs then sings
As the irony slowly creeps
Outside the frame
Where one lives
And the other dies
In a lonely dream
Jan 2017 · 214
to all that is forgotten
giofuellos Jan 2017
the weeping aspect of the distant
echoes miles into the hearth
when the holy moments past
became memories beyond recall
and silence drifts like heavy gloom
cold and turgid and lost
losing the tight grip that holds
our vows to be eternal,
to persist forever
Jan 2017 · 234
The Death Of
giofuellos Jan 2017
What use are our senses
If we cannot perceive
The scabbed lesions of our pretensions
With melancholic bliss
We falter in this gruesome
Mess we're in
Where we try and fit in

Here comes our death
From underbelly of consciousness
Putrid and decadent
As our eyes are blinded by the lies
Our ears buzzing from the constant flies
Tongues stripped, our voices drowned
We shed the skin like snakes on the ground

The death of me and you
No use of waiting for it to come
For it has devoured time
And space isn't as much sound
It is here, it is now
We are dying you and I
We are food for worms
Vultures tearing our flesh apart

Fear not the gentle night
For it is the blinding light that blinds
Reason not, with sun the that shines
For you may not know
That it is death that lights our lives
Dec 2016 · 223
Lateralus
giofuellos Dec 2016
the meaning thereof
is etched inside a shell
buried in the sand
pounded by tumultous waves
turned by raging currents

the vast marine cradles
answers long gone
tides shift and turn
winds undulating the surface
arise what eternity brought

no flickering light
from the black above
could have foretold
the nauseous ride we took
now folly and turmoil breaks

as the ship dances
above the deep blue
lingering weeps of tired men
unwilling, unworthy
bludgeon the holy silence

tired screams of generations
echoes from underneath our skin
trapped in a revolving door
our souls, tired and weary
this last breath we take

dreams in the air we breathe
fill our chests with gold
an intoxicating haze
from infinity's tight hold
a spiral; relentless, unstoppable
Dec 2016 · 189
sunday haze
giofuellos Dec 2016
The sun erupts at dawn, beaming a wistful smile down the broken fields of men. As roosters crow before the light breaks completely through the hushed darkness of night. A house sits staring at the sight of hurried feet clamoring up and down the cold streets of the morning, thick fog form silhouettes of weary flesh dancing at the sight of light. Warm sheets cloak my aching bones as I try to get back to sleep, turning from one side to the other, finding the spot where I can fit in. Holding onto that shadow drifting like a leaf floating on a river, under the inferring eyes of a smiling moon. A dame playing hide and seek, playful and sly, a demon disguised as an angel. Slowly, all the banter and dispensable chattering disappeared like air bursting on a bubble, suddenly there was silence. Silence creeping inside me like ghoulish arms dragging me to sleep. Darkness shrouded me and all the light became the cobwebs on a cupboard in a house rotting on a forsaken shore; tiny, fickle, weak. All the noise had stopped except for the voice screaming from the other side of my mind. Finding its way onto the surface; an overdue dream or an unaddressed  reminiscing from the past. It gets louder and louder, until I can almost hear the shouting beside me. A knock on the door woke me up and reminded me that I wasn’t alone, and won’t be for an indefinite period of time. How frustrating, how futile.
Dec 2016 · 306
anarchy on the streets
giofuellos Dec 2016
Life begins at the toil of day as the sun sends the soil its sustenance and grace
A bewildered gaze runs among the broken pipes
Singing lively melodies of morbid songs
Sonorous voices fills the halls
Stirring smoked souls to depart
In transitory delusion and illusory smiles

Forever takes eternity
Baring lifeless conduits with broken lids
Suffering in an endless void
With only a speck of hope for remedy
Humor me of great a comedy so tragic
And happy

Withered bones ebb and flow like a lotus on a river
Swimming to the tune of the current
Looking at the distant shore
Never to find meaning or solace to the clamoring of jesters
Scattered on lively streets

Rainbows splattered on the roundabout
As seas of people dance around the light of neon streamers floating above the busy lanes
An amalgam of putrid aroma and the sweet stench of humanity closing in on the lone stranger walking unfamiliar streets

As chaos purge the fleeting day
Smoke oozes out of the crevices
Sending an upward haze of puzzling excitement
Of grotesque beauty
A momentary lapse of senses sending strange visions of the smoldering sun
Melting the mundane and mediocre forming into one

The tunnel grows bigger as light shines bright at the end
A shrine stands at the center of chaotic delusions
An ironic array of ancient culture and blasphemous fates

The walker stands in the middle of the sea
Devoid of meaning and reason
Rekindling the lost touch of the divine
Screaming at the pharaohs above the pyramids
Holding life and death or the meaning thereof

The crackling sunset ruptures by the bay
The crashing waves silencing the loud banter inside the strangers head
A realization comes
Like a lucid dream where he wakes
And finally finds for himself that his
Life is a mirage and that his reality is a dream
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