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sergiodib Feb 2021
ART
Art is a dart
that you aim at someone’s heart
and if you reach it vibes will start:
joy, sorrow or, maybe just a ****.
Then you'll feel a little bit smart
and think: well, this is art!
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sergiodib Feb 2021
The love I long for
The love I lull
The love I live
The love I love
Is there alive

Shining

As Polar ice
If I just gaze
Into your eyes.
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sergiodib Feb 2021
LDL fat clots
push through poetic veins,
during an anesthetic dream,
haunted by ischemic demons;
conveying enzymatic sensations which,
fibrillating,
reach the heart,
to spear it with a Frame of Thorns;

in a final frantic crack,
unleashed by a heart attack.
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sergiodib Feb 2021
It is in a fold of the untold,
In a soliloquy full of rage on an empty stage,
In an instant photo that goes beyond,
In the wave that tunnels like a cave,
In a place that I couldn’t retrace,
In an undeciphered mark on the Lost Ark,
On a probe that disappears into the sky,
That hides the answer to why.  

Or - this is nothing new -

Right Within You.
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sergiodib Feb 2021
Y?
Y is it so?
We’ll never know!
Live, love and learn to leave.
In the breeze I believe.
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sergiodib Feb 2021
In Xanadu did Whatsoever
a stately pleasure planet decree
Where Amazon, the sacred River run
through Forests, measureless to Man.

And here were trees tall as the sky
and leopards, snakes and
birds of the brightest colours.

But oh! Mankind began to burn the trees,
drill dramatic chasms, build walls and towers
Melt the polar ice and turn the oceans into lifeless seas.

So in this tumult, once,
a sixty nano metre string of RNA came,
invading thousands and thousands of humans
and prophesying the end of our kind.

A vision in a dream then I had:
a simple utopia of rare device.
Could we revive our lost ties with Nature
we would heal our world and soul

And so with voice loud and long,
with flashing eyes and floating hair,
I say: Hey you out there. Beware, beware!
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sergiodib Feb 2021
Love starts with a kiss.

A look into each other's eyes
and a second kiss.
We hastily undress.
Kisses all over and,
still one more kiss,
till it's no less than Bliss.

Honey! Is it just for rhyme’s sake
that you keep calling me Chris?

Yes Chris, One More Kiss.
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