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THE ELEMENTS OF DESIRE by Cosimo Piro

IT’S TIME

I have roamed this shaking Earth / but for a little while, / walked upon her skin / like scattered dust

THE POETS COVEN

I bring no words, / no jewels of the profound / or holy water / of sacred thoughts

THE GARDEN OF POETS or THE POET’S COVEN (Pt…

I have come back / to the sanctuary of heart’s travels, / to repose in the company of gentle poets / and hear the revelations of silent ref…

IN ABSENCE

……of a simple poet / wearing a tattered coat of words / held by flimsy threads……
STEP BY STEP (image) by Cosimo Piro

STEP BY STEP

A man must answer / to himself

MY INK IS THIN…(a valentine offering of sor…

my quill is blunt, / dipped in holy water / from heart’s inkwell

WHO IS IT?

Who is it / that calls my name / in the whisper of the wind, / writes my name / across the sky / in wispy ink?

A MODERN PRAYER???

Oh Multinationals / who art in glass towers, / hollow be your image
TIME'S CHILD by Cosimo Piro

TIME’S CHILD

In Time’s distant mist / I was born / a supple thought, / a floating / whimsical spectre,

WHAT CAN I SAY?

What brightness can I add / to the stars / that shine in my life, / my own / but a sparkle / in the scheme of things?

WATERFALL OF FRIENDS

I watch a waterfall of hieroglyphic rainbows / gracefully dive off jagged edge

THE ECHO OF EMPTINESS

I see you / gorge / on generous banquets, / python like, / swallowing whole
EXTRACT FROM A TIME TRAVELLER'S DIARY by Cosimo Piro

EXTRACT FROM A TIME TRAVELLER’S DIARY

Your seductive songs / awaken / the mandalas of mind, / dreaming / within dreams,

WHAT WOULD YOU CHANGE?

I was eight years old / when my world first changed colour / with a bullet in the brain of Camelot / and a Machiavellian world of grinning…

THE WAY OF THE MOON

I love the way / of the moon, / how she flickers / shadows / on my walls, / streams / her silver paint / through my …

ALL IN ONE LIFE

it takes heart / to see / love / in an agitated world,

THE WANDERING THOUGHTS OF A SMALL MAN.

I sit / in my enclosed garden / watching / the seasons pass by

COLD COMFORT

It’s cold tonight, / chilling to aching bones, / marrow / frozen in time.

THE BONES OF POETRY (part 1)

I paint with words, / watch the ink / meander,

THIS IS MY LIFE

In truth I am a young soul, / infant, / trying to learn the way of this world

MOONDANCE 6….final phase

last of the moondance.

GIVE AND TAKE?

I open my chest / to show true heart / and you devour / each beat / voraciously.

POET’S LAST SITTING

he was found there / morning after / sitting naked

QUIETLY I SIT.

quietly I sit / listening to the wind

A POEM’S ESSENCE

if every poem ever written / since the first scratch

THE MANY PARTS OF YOU

It / starts with a thought / that brushes my face / and radiates the body through

CARVED TABLE OF DREAMS

so sit yourselves down / at this carved table / of dreams / and share in the fruits / laden in between

OVERCOME

shadowy thoughts / scratching / my skin thin door,

THE GIFT OF GIVING

A gift, / wrapped / in feathers and tulle, / bound / with rainbow ribbons

LOST LAST THOUGHTS….(a repost for Easter)

Destiny strikes, / lays my weary body / upon splintered crucifix

HEART AND SWORD

I balance / on thin transparent line, / a thread of life / that we all walk,

REMEMBRANCE

How still the air is, / expectant, / holding breath / for a sigh of relief

AUTUMN’S TOUCH

I stand enveloped / in the stillness of pre-dawn cover, / a world of vague whispers

SOMETIMES

I need to shelve my needs, / slot them between the other books / of dreams and wishes

IT ENDS WITHIN!

I am a condemned man; / condemned by religious bigotry, / condemned by political agendas, / condemned by social class, / condemned by racia…

YES, I NO

Do you believe in a god, / in a soul, / in a life after death? / My short answer is NO, / my long answer is YES.

NIGHT WALKER

Look behind the doors and under beds, / put the stuffed dolls in cupboards and cover the clown / before you lay your head to slumber,

ENIGMA PONDERS

I am / an agnostic gnostic / with zen principles.

HAVE YOU EVER

Have you ever danced naked / on the tip of a flame / or skipped on ripples / of a butterfly’s wake

THE EVOLUTION OF A WRITER

breathing in the vowels / and exhaling the words that sleep within, / living in the sound / that is the truth of myself,

PAPER CUTS

liberating the tattered pages / between leathered layers of denial / protecting paper thoughts / scrawled with Time’s fading ink;

WHAT MORE COULD I ASK FOR (what RB means to me)

my chest is filled with pulsating blood, / my skin crawls with the thoughts / of holographic emotions.

… things I think

sometimes I think I’m an ordinary guy

I KNOW WHERE I’D RATHER BE!

What is this music / that stirs the loins and soul, / that opens the mind / to visions / beyond mortal dreams?;

MOTHER

Graceful grays / and time honored wrinkles, / these are the sparkles in my eyes / when I look upon her face.

WINGED THOUGHTS

winged feet / to glide over unsteady ground

BETTER TO HAVE LOVED AND LOST…

… his thoughts pour with distilled discontentment into the chasms below / giving rise to tripping fingers of ocean longing, / reachin…
HERE'S LOOKING AT YA! by Cosimo Piro

DESIRE IS A FIRE THAT BURNS SLOW

My love is a mysterious sigh, / an ancient breath / seeking the whispering of silent spaces.
KISSES AND TEARS by Cosimo Piro

BEDTIME STORIES

These are the stories I wish to tell my children, / with campfire glow flickering in my eyes / and clear rivers flowing through my veins

THESE WRINKLES ARE MINE

I watch the rain through smoke filled eyes, / attracting thoughtful moonlight sighs,

SEQUINTA AND ERAMETIN

We flow in the sap of trees, / light up the celestial grandeur / when a seeker’s gaze looks beyond mortal resignation
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