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Would it tear you apart to know that I was clean for so long.
Would it tear you apart to know that the the number is back to zero.
Would it hurt if I told you how you woke up those monsters inside my head that all steer me towards steep cliffs of insanity.
Would it hurt you to know that I stepped off.
Would you cry knowing that you choosing her broke me.
Would you cry if you saw my shattered bones spelled your name.


No I don't think it would.
My screams are not silent, they are carved into my body, they erupt from my eyes but baby you never were one to notice how my heart bled for you.
Our love was a metaphor written in a language you didn't understand.





maybe you need to learn to read.
back to zero
 Dec 2015 Laureen Ignarro
GAETANO
Hello, how are you today?
I hope this note finds you well.
I'm writing to tell you that I miss you.
I never known
The touch of your hand on my cheek.
I've never known
The way you would look into my eyes,
And convey to me, the love in your heart.
Your love for me would make me feel unique.
There is an esoteric peculiarity in your look.
An emotional connection which flows between us.
How can I touch you from here?
I dare not get near you.
I'd never want to compromise your
Love for another man.
I'd never walk  by your home,
Even though, just being near you...
...My HEART beats uncontrollably.
I think how lucky I am to know you exist.

You walk by me,
As though,
You don't know that I am here.
How can I tell you
Of the endless depth,
Of my love for you?
You don't even glance in my direction.
All I can say is I love you,
In my fantasies.
But we live our lives
Together, Happily,
Separately,
Forevermore,
In my dreams.
Did you really mean it?
When you said we'd never speak again?
I don't know if I want
To hear your side
But I definitely want
To hear your voice
This probably comes off the wrong way but whatever
You say you’ll be back
How can I trust you?
You say you’ll back, how can I tell for sure?

I’m kind of afraid
Because when you go away
You never return
Until another day
 Dec 2015 Laureen Ignarro
GAETANO
Sitting here, gazing out the window.
Watching the rain falling down.
The sky is dark and gray.
People outside are running  here and there.
People running from here going there, or,
People running from there coming here.
People of all shapes and sizes scurrying.
Like ants at a picnic.
The rain is heavy, I'm hoping it will fill the  void.
It's a gray day.
Lending its color to my mood.
Putting people in a gray mood.
Putting lives into gray moods.
Putting days in a gray mood.
We allow ourselves to be 'suaded by the weather.
Don't we see the weather is OUTSIDE?
The Human soul resides within.
Sheltered from assailants,
By the human body.
Don't allow that which is WITHOUT,
To migrate WITHIN.
For if you do,
You give your sanity over to insanity.
THAT will become your new master.
RATHER than calm serenity, your true norm.
 Dec 2015 Laureen Ignarro
GAETANO
People have talked about 'FUNK',
For the past  forty-five years.
That's  FUNKY!
Music is Funky.
Gimme' some  FUNK!
Listen to that Funky beat!
Play that Funky music Dude!
How Funky can you get?
This is Funked up!
I'm feelin' FUNKY today!!!
I'm in a Funk.
So many different uses.
So many different meanings.
Uptown Funk;  What's Uptown, Funk?
Classier than Downtown Funk?
People can take a slang term,
And make it anything they like.
That man smells Funky!
My Lady...She's my Funky Mamma!
A dancing child is Funky;
YEAH Little Man...let your FUNK out!!!
That restaurant is Funky,
Don't eat there.
FUNK, is an interdimensional, Transracial, Interdependent word.
It came from the Seventies and,
Will last forever,
And never go out.

Now;                            
Don't let yourself be...
...Caught in a FUNK!!!
Some people think I'm some nerd who has no girlfriend
But I've had more than most of them
So, who's laughing now?
But then yet, why the hell should his be a game?
Because it's not
Either way, I'm good
They don't mean anything when it comes to their words
Dust and dirt have more meaning to me
So get off your invisible high horse
You won't make my confidence hoarse
Its not even making my day worse
I strike out a few times but I win in extra innings
They just win in extra sinnings
 Dec 2015 Laureen Ignarro
GAETANO
Her eyes, give me a glimpse into her very soul.
Her eyes look at me with all her love.
Her eyes draw me into the center of her being, Her Heart.
I think I still need some editing here, on this, but, for now, this is it.

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