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"gio" poems
and I keep dreaming of a simple admirer, someone of whom I will never tire, gentle, kind and sweet like a toffee, with eyes, made of coffee. - gio
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Nov 8, 2020
Nov 8, 2020 at 1:14 PM UTC
brown eyed lover
she has these hazel-coloured eyes with a tip of hope, it‘s like visiting another universe, dreaming through a telescope. she carries mother earth in her iris, but her element is fire she stands strong through her roots and is grounded in nature oh dear, what a beautiful creature she feels home between palm trees and sunsets, where the skies of the world align, where they shine in a warm orange light. and trust me, these green-coloured eyes will set all your worries aside. - gio
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Jun 23, 2021
Jun 23, 2021 at 5:40 AM UTC
earth tones
your strong shoulders make me feel safe, I look into your eyes, admire your face and slowly, I might be falling for the way you hold me, and the jokes you make. I lay on your chest and rest I listen to your heartbeat, no time to be stressed. and slowly, I might be falling for the nights and our vibe, it’s hard to describe and I don‘t know where this is going but baby, let‘s just keep it flowing. - gio -
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Sep 12, 2021
Sep 12, 2021 at 2:05 PM UTC
slowly falling
we were planted in each other’s lives for a reason and ever since, our hearts have been beating I want to grow with you, no matter the season we are two seeds, independent destined to grow into beautiful creatures we are filled with love and harmony, two plants growing into a romance, tasting each other carefully. you are the sun I need, and I am the rain that waters your seed. together we will bloom, as we wear flowers as our costume. we are two seeds, planted for each other happiness is what we seek, we are destined to love, destined to suceed. - gio
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Sep 19, 2021
Sep 19, 2021 at 4:50 AM UTC
two seeds (a love story)
sometimes it’s not the world that is loud, there’s no rain, no grey cloud, sometimes it’s a storm inside of me, where the wind is strong, like a very cold breeze. sometimes it’s the rain in my soul, pouring emotions, telling me to let go, sometimes it’s not the outside world, that is loud, it’s my inner peace that whirls around and has been gathering war clouds because sometimes there’s too much stress, to many thoughts, an excess it’s not life’s best part but sometimes there’s a storm in my heart. there are lightning’s, even thunder, and I feel like I’m going under but I better calm down, there’s no need for me to drown. I pick myself up, piece by piece it’s not a fight without cease there’s no need for preoccupation, as long as I am, my own salvation. - gio
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Nov 8, 2020
Nov 8, 2020 at 1:07 PM UTC
inner storm
I'm not black, but I see you I'm not black, but I hear you I'm not black, but I’m near you I'm not black, but I stand with you you are all a blessing so let’s stop messing let’s cut the silence and cut the violence our organs are the same the blood types won’t change but still, this is no fair game I see too many privilege depending on your village we make huge difference let’s prove your innocence, cut the ignorance we are all the same, only different names guided by authorities, but let’s set priorities of humanity? I see 0 percent we need to stand up, be a movement we are hating and killing this is not okay, this is not fulfilling your worth is defined by a colour, it’s worth only some dollars? what the **** are they thinking? these racists are winning where are human rights? they only count, if you’re white? this only causes damage in different ages, on different pages people get hurt we should be concerned the future is equal? ha! ******** how should today’s children, be tomorrow’s change, if we teach them rage how to hate one another, not to value your brother, how to be violent, how to be silent, how to watch, follow the system, how to be a victim but now for real, listen it affects anybody in America, the cops have their hands ****** A.C.A.B. but not all are ******** there are some, with really good standards we should all be on the same team, make love our religion that would be supreme why fight each other when we share a mother? mother earth wouldn’t like all this hatred, that we created I don’t understand, how can you be so mean? how can we heal? is there a vaccine? I know life can be joyless, so let’s raise our voices let’s stay strong, together, and be clever let’s learn how to care, how to love, how to share let’s be a game changer, cut out the danger make it safe for everyone no need to use a gun less violence, decrease let’s be good, find peace we come in different shapes, colours, sizes now this problem finally arises we need to find a cure it’s urgent, I’m sure bring some clarity, embrace the difference, cherish similarity we are all human let’s find a solution create a revolution more or less melanin? doesn’t matter, 'cause we all need the same medicine. - gio 31.05.2020
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Jun 20, 2020
Jun 20, 2020 at 2:14 PM UTC
melanin.
I'm not black, but I see you I'm not black, but I hear you I'm not black, but I’m near you I'm not black, but I stand with you you are all a blessing so let’s stop messing let’s cut the silence and cut the violence our organs are the same the blood types won’t change but still, this is no fair game I see too many privilege depending on your village we make huge difference let’s prove your innocence, cut the ignorance we are all the same, only different names guided by authorities, but let’s set priorities of humanity? I see 0 percent we need to stand up, be a movement we are hating and killing this is not okay, this is not fulfilling your worth is defined by a colour, it’s worth only some dollars? what the **** are they thinking? these racists are winning where are human rights? they only count, if you’re white? this only causes damage in different ages, on different pages people get hurt we should be concerned the future is equal? ha! ******** how should today’s children, be tomorrow’s change, if we teach them rage how to hate one another, not to value your brother, how to be violent, how to be silent, how to watch, follow the system, how to be a victim but now for real, listen it affects anybody in America, the cops have their hands ****** A.C.A.B. but not all are ******** there are some, with really good standards we should all be on the same team, make love our religion that would be supreme why fight each other when we share a mother? mother earth wouldn’t like all this hatred, that we created I don’t understand, how can you be so mean? how can we heal? is there a vaccine? I know life can be joyless, so let’s raise our voices let’s stay strong, together, and be clever let’s learn how to care, how to love, how to share let’s be a game changer, cut out the danger make it safe for everyone no need to use a gun less violence, decrease let’s be good, find peace we come in different shapes, colours, sizes now this problem finally arises we need to find a cure it’s urgent, I’m sure bring some clarity, embrace the difference, cherish similarity we are all human let’s find a solution create a revolution more or less melanin? doesn’t matter, 'cause we all need the same medicine. - gio 31.05.2020
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hello dear, I hope you’re on your way, 
hope you’re somewhere near. I’m getting better, day by day, and I just want you to know, that I’m tired of waiting, but I’m doing okay. and I know that soon we will meet and our souls will fall in love,   so our life can be complete. so dear, 
I hope you’re on your way, 
hope you’re somewhere near. and if you’re currently working on yourself too, you might be my man, my hubby, my boo. so please don’t give up, just keep moving. I’m writing these lines, because I know there is someone for me, too, just like in the movies. so let’s keep going, keep growing until the day we can water each other. I’m searching for you, lover. and I’m always excited, while the story extends, ‚cause my favourite movies, are the ones with happy ends. - gio -
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Feb 17, 2021
Feb 17, 2021 at 11:28 AM UTC
a letter to "the one"
for all I know, she is a woman. her beauty might leave you speechless she is special, not the only one of her species, and yet, she is uniqueness. the wind whistles through her hair, as she walks in elegance, but it’s nothing like arrogance. she embodies love and protection, her heart is strong and golden. and she is a lover of perfection. she still remembers the chances she didn’t take. the wounds, the heart aches and the days without breaks. she has fallen many times, but sure knows how to arise. her strength has never let her down and she still carries her crown. for all I know, she is a queen without king. she always knew how to fight and how to spread out her wings. she protects her infants even from a distance. her love is persistent, she is brave and resistent. for all I know, her heart is in the right place, it carries compassion and grace. and she will always make sure, that I am safe. for all I know, she must be a mother. and gracefully I smiled, when I realised, that I am her child. - gio
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Nov 2, 2022
Nov 2, 2022 at 6:23 AM UTC
mama (the closest I‘ve been to an angel)
I’m sorry boo, maybe I’m too much for you. my mind keeps thinking too much and you’re afraid of my touch I’m too heavy, too intense or maybe you’re too weak, no offense I’m too smart, too elegant don’t want to sound arrogant I’m too emotional, too loud and hell yes, I’m ******* proud too this, too that I don’t want to chitchat so I’m sorry boo, but maybe I’m just too much for you. - gio, 22.03.2020
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Mar 22, 2020
Mar 22, 2020 at 3:15 PM UTC
too much for you
I was holding onto you like a tree holding it’s leaves. at first, it seemed to work, but then, there was this autumn breeze, I had to let go of you, let go of the leaves. but it’s okay, it’s part of the journey, there’s sun after rain, smiles after pain. my leaves are now gone and I’m waiting for snow. and as we all know; 
new beginnings only come from letting go. - gio -
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Nov 2, 2022
Nov 2, 2022 at 6:31 AM UTC
autumn breeze
your DNA is wild so please, take care of your inner child you may pass some challenging phases although people don’t want you to grow in certain places so grow through concrete in the middle of the street grow in a litter bin grow from dirt grow in different directions grow with imperfections because your roots are strong and you aim up high until you reach the sky so grow in every angle you want to because there’s a wildflower in you. - gio
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Nov 8, 2020
Nov 8, 2020 at 1:09 PM UTC
wild flower
I wish I could lay in your loving arms where I’m safe of all the storms and on my lips, a smile forms. - gio, 06.06.2020
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Jun 8, 2020
Jun 8, 2020 at 4:30 AM UTC
your loving arms
a dancer’s heart can not be ripped apart it moves to the sound of a saxophone a lovely noise of jazzy notes that warms you like a winter coat it swings to the melodies and receives all these remedies it carries the passion in every step, moves slowly and feels holy a dancer’s heart can’t fall apart it’s filled with peace and joyfulness it carries love and is sweet like a **** a dancer’s heart is a piece of art. - gio
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Jun 23, 2021
Jun 23, 2021 at 5:37 AM UTC
a dancer’s heart
sometimes it’s right next to you but you’re not having a clear view you can be in the right place and still feel like you’re loosing the race but why do you rush? why do you hurry? it makes all the images come out so blurry take it easy, slow down a bit it’s simple, yes I admit, it will just make your mind split now you’re counting pro and contra trying to find your personal mantra you are good thoughts and bad ones you decide what energy your body runs so slow down a bit take a breath and don’t quit happiness is right next to you, so relax your mind and enjoy the view. - gio, 03.04.2020
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Apr 2, 2020
Apr 2, 2020 at 7:20 PM UTC
right next to you
hello stranger I saw you looking at me eyes opened up wide, 
but what do you hide? it was just a second. cute smile. brown skin. I like your style. you’re just my type. wanna hang out? let’s go for dinner, 
we would be cute together, no doubt. or are you a sinner? oops… too late.. probably never gonna see you again what a shame, man. God **** it. at least to my imagination there’s no limit… - gio, 18.07.2019
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Mar 21, 2020
Mar 21, 2020 at 12:21 PM UTC
hello stranger
as I close my eyes I paint a picture. it is you, again. my pencils are filled with colour, a perfect mixture and it seems, as if these shades only exist in my dreams I draw you, line by line I play with the thought, you might wanna be mine I draw your skin, you’re smiling eyes, your chin I draw the lips I’d like to kiss, but what is this? you’re not here, not even close and if you read this;
I am painting. for you, 
I’m still waiting. - gio
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Jun 23, 2021
Jun 23, 2021 at 5:35 AM UTC
painting
I would dance on your lap take my clothes off, unwrap make you go crazy images; all hazy so roll your eyes back baby, relax look at me and bite your lips baby push me by my hips you know what they say about shy girls let me guide you through my curves my body is your favourite view meanwhile I talk ***** to you good girl gone bad I’m a freaky head so put me to bed let me turn you on make love to you, until dawn this stare of yours brings me to mars baby boy what a shame you didn’t meet my flame can I give you a preview? ‘cause the things I‘d do to you are long overdue. - gio, 13.04.2020
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Apr 28, 2020
Apr 28, 2020 at 7:12 AM UTC
the things I’d do to you
as I walk through the house there‘s this familiar scent it’s always around me, always present. a sweet air fills my nose, so lovely, it smells like a rose a flower that reminds me of home, a fragrance that makes me bloom. I smile when I notice, it‘s my mother’s perfume. - gio, 28.03.2020
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Apr 10, 2020
Apr 10, 2020 at 12:18 PM UTC
my mother‘s perfume
there’s a seed I planted a while ago. I have watered it every day, some days more, some days less. there have been heat waves and thunderstorms, heavy rains and snow. and as the seasons change, the flower has become stronger, it continues to grow. and as I look at my roots today, I realise I‘m no longer just a seed, here I am, in full bloom, indeed. - gio
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Jun 23, 2021
Jun 23, 2021 at 5:32 AM UTC
a seed.
I got no time for hate it’s a heavy weight I actually could, but it’s no good and even if I don’t like you I still wish you great everyone has their fate I’m too busy living my life too happy to be alive so you can leave, there is the door ’cause I’m too busy loving the ones my heart beats for. - gio, 10.04.2020
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Apr 22, 2020
Apr 22, 2020 at 1:10 PM UTC
no time for hate
sometimes I wonder why we met and perhaps I will never find the answer, I might never get to know. seems like we’re two dancers and although we have similarities, our hearts don’t beat the same melodies. so I still wonder why we met, and yet, there’s only one thing I’m sure of; you’re hard to forget. - gio
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Jun 23, 2021
Jun 23, 2021 at 5:30 AM UTC
melodies
There was another brother whom history forgets And though born a fisherman, he preferred other nets. The coterie of rink rats who lived on the Left Coast Thought he was sine qua non, and they would often boast *He’s better than his brother Joe, Es-ki-mo Di-mag-gi-o.* His slapper had heat to make a goalie wet himself; His wrister was money either five-hole or top-shelf. After the goaltender felt another puck **** by, He’d curse and bang the crossbar as fans took up the cry *He’s better than his brother Joe, Es-ki-mo Di-mag-gi-o.* He dominated rinks out West like no other man From Calgary to Saskatoon, Fresno to Spokane. He’d hat tricks in Winnipeg, six-point games in Moose Jaw Moving scribes to hackneyed verse written in fits of awe. *He’s better than his brother Joe, Es-ki-mo Di-mag-gi-o.* Though the man was a fine skater, strong, agile and fleet The slightest flaw in the ice caused anguish to his feet And he would scold arena crews—*What’d you call this mush? ‘Tis nothing but chips and ruts; I’d rather skate on slush!* (More prickly than his brother Joe, Es-ki-mo Di-mag-gio.) After one match in Oakland on ice unduly rough He stormed into the locker room, shouting ‘Nuff’s enough! He didn’t change his sweater as he stormed out the door, Hopping on a trolley car, to be seen never more (He’s a bit loony, don’t you know. Es-ki-mo Di-mag-gi-o.) He was sighted in the Yukon, once or perhaps twice Engaged in some mad mission to find the perfect ice. Neither man nor beast can say what became of this fool, Though bits of skate lace appear in petrified bear stool (Tastes better than his brother Joe? Es-ki-mo Di-mag-gi-o.)
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Mar 29, 2017
Mar 29, 2017 at 10:10 AM UTC
The Likely Apocryphal (And Utterly Pointless) Ballad Of Eskimo Dimaggio
There was another brother whom history forgets And though born a fisherman, he preferred other nets. The coterie of rink rats who lived on the Left Coast Thought he was sine qua non, and they would often boast *He’s better than his brother Joe, Es-ki-mo Di-mag-gi-o.* His slapper had heat to make a goalie wet himself; His wrister was money either five-hole or top-shelf. After the goaltender felt another puck **** by, He’d curse and bang the crossbar as fans took up the cry *He’s better than his brother Joe, Es-ki-mo Di-mag-gi-o.* He dominated rinks out West like no other man From Calgary to Saskatoon, Fresno to Spokane. He’d hat tricks in Winnipeg, six-point games in Moose Jaw Moving scribes to hackneyed verse written in fits of awe. *He’s better than his brother Joe, Es-ki-mo Di-mag-gi-o.* Though the man was a fine skater, strong, agile and fleet The slightest flaw in the ice caused anguish to his feet And he would scold arena crews—*What’d you call this mush? ‘Tis nothing but chips and ruts; I’d rather skate on slush!* (More prickly than his brother Joe, Es-ki-mo Di-mag-gio.) After one match in Oakland on ice unduly rough He stormed into the locker room, shouting ‘Nuff’s enough! He didn’t change his sweater as he stormed out the door, Hopping on a trolley car, to be seen never more (He’s a bit loony, don’t you know. Es-ki-mo Di-mag-gi-o.) He was sighted in the Yukon, once or perhaps twice Engaged in some mad mission to find the perfect ice. Neither man nor beast can say what became of this fool, Though bits of skate lace appear in petrified bear stool (Tastes better than his brother Joe? Es-ki-mo Di-mag-gi-o.)
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the raiders show, the half time show, v dragons johnny’ welcome back, and what a start we have for the raiders, you see we got to a lead of 18 points to nil, and at half time the raiders lead 18 points to 8 with hodgson and soliola and blake austin, and croker scored 3 2 pointers while merrin scores a try for the dragons and widdop scores 2 2 pointers, and the raiders have made a few mistakes, but they have a good lead and here is sue sue’ ok welcome, and here is tim with his jingle tim’ oh yeah we are the bad and mean green machine fearsome men looking keen, don’t try and stop these men in green cause we hit ya hit ya hit ya, and you’ll see green run raiders run we have a 10 point lead yeah run raiders run, will we win will we win yeah we run up the field, and score 3 tries, oh what a team we have run raiders run, oh yeah raiders, we are the best sue’ thanks tim and now here is olly olly’ in canberra town we were born come on raiders, oh we can win in canberra town, in the north, bound for fun at GIO come on ya mighty raiders, come on, we must win go the mighty raiders team, beat the hapless dragons sue’ ok thanks olly and now back to johnny johnny’ thanks sue and now, we hope the raiders don’t fade here, no, go the raiders we are bound to have a victory see you at full time COME ON RAIDERS
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Mar 21, 2015
Mar 21, 2015 at 3:36 AM UTC
raiders v dragons half time show march 21 2015
when two people are meant to be we call that chemistry and a single kiss will leave them breathlessly but some times in a laboratory there is another story so when two people are meant to be they can also be like poison there might be an explosion so be careful when a kiss is breathtaking your heart might still be aching. - gio, 01.05.2020
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May 3, 2020
May 3, 2020 at 5:38 AM UTC
chemistry
the classic. defines his essence. has class but wears slip-on airwalks with a corduroy finish. he is the un-official fragrance of California. the blend. defines his unique musk. creates his own signature scent. the aroma of lust. he’s there. but not in the center. the freshest. defines his presence. casually sensual, yet professionally down-to-business. his look. that stare. hearts he hypnotizes. the drift. defines his confidence. distinctively driven. to be assertive, yet ever so cleverly subtle. she loves it. he knows the ingredients. the scent. citrus and verbena. ‘herbal’ with a dry-down of jasmine and thyme. bound to a hint of petuna’s hide. the content. 12% oil blend for a compelling long last. that won’t overpower the girl who’s time is spent basking in another place. the great lakes. the dirt. front row parking. richness of the earth. fresh sea. warm sun. acqua di gio. gendarme.
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Mar 12, 2017
Mar 12, 2017 at 8:41 AM UTC
man in a wheelchair