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CELLOS AND PEARLS

where thoughts crystallise to the moon’s sway / and suspend my inadequate words / in celestial harmony; / a joyful rendition of Love’s cons…

A POET’S SALVATION

… your words / are like a warm breath / on a sharp Winter’s night / emerging / on a mirror’s face.

SHADOWS WITHIN THOUGHTS

… if darkness be your companion / then you be the light., / … if chaos be your path / then you be the guide.

WITH AN ODD AND AN INK

feathers dipped in red / dripping birdsongs / on daisy skipping fields

BALI – ten years on

Sleep / sleep / sleep / so I can awaken / behind these weeping eyes / to find you again.

INVISIBLE INK…. (for Lisa’s birthday)

where stories yet to be told / are written between the imprinted lines / with invisible ink, / seeping behind her eyes

AN INCOMPLETE SONG

He plays the guitar like a devil on heat, / listens to the notes licking at his feet,

SEQUINTA AND ERAMETIN

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

THESE WRINKLES ARE MINE

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

HANGOVER!

sounds / of the day / stab / like a blackbird’s bite.

BRUNO

it is with grief / and celebration / that I whisper farewell / to you,

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
WHERE EAGLES REST IN HEART'S CONTENT by Cosimo Piro KISSES AND TEARS 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.
HERE'S LOOKING AT YA! by Cosimo Piro

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…

WINGED THOUGHTS

winged feet / to glide over unsteady ground

MOTHER

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

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?;

… things I think

sometimes I think I’m an ordinary guy

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.

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;

HAVE YOU EVER

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

ENIGMA PONDERS

I am / an agnostic gnostic / with zen principles.

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,

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.

IT ENDS WITHIN!

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

SOMETIMES

I need to shelve my needs, / slot them between the other books / of dreams and wishes
.... THEN YOU"LL FIND US - image by Cosimo Piro

…. THEN YOU"LL FIND US

10,000 heart beats / away from solitude, / 10,000 resigned sighs / away from insignificance
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AUTUMN’S TOUCH

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

REMEMBRANCE

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

HEART AND SWORD

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

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…

LOST LAST THOUGHTS….(a repost for Easter)

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

THE GIFT OF GIVING

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

OVERCOME

shadowy thoughts / scratching / my skin thin door,

CARVED TABLE OF DREAMS

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

AS IT HAPPENED

I’ve stood on ocean depths / in paper boat float, / watched ocean kisses / mist the sky / in distant horizon longing

THE MANY PARTS OF YOU

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

NEVER AGAIN!

his final utterance / on this slurry night, / before he disappears / into / his unknown.

DARK KNIGHTS

Little comfort / walking on shattered dreams / barefoot and naked.

MEDITATION

-body / closed shut lotus / petals / clenching / squeezing muscles taut
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

I AM HUNGRY!

my soul / rumbling / for a slice of light / sprinkled with feathered clouds

THE SOMETHING OF ITSELF…..(Part 3-final)

not such a small world / climbing / a blade of grass

THE SOMETHING OF ITSELF….(part 2)

Innocence / in its own moment / hears its own song

THE SOMETHING OF ITSELF…..(Part 1)

I am the Nothingness / of Everything

THE POETS COVEN

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

IN ABSENCE

……of a simple poet / wearing a tattered coat of words / held by flimsy threads……

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

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

FRIENDLY FIRE

grit fills his breathless mouth / cutting tongue / into numb muteness
STEP BY STEP (image) by Cosimo Piro

STEP BY STEP

A man must answer / to himself

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?

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?

FEAR YOU NOT..(a repost)

You are that silent companion, / life long, / constantly by my side,

LIFE OR DEATH???

I LIVE

TIME’S CHILD

In Time’s distant mist / I was born / a supple thought, / a floating / whimsical spectre,
TIME'S CHILD by Cosimo Piro

WATERFALL OF FRIENDS

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

A MODERN PRAYER???

Oh Multinationals / who art in glass towers, / hollow be your image

DO YOU REMEMBER?

watch you pass / in Time’s dim light / like petals of a dream

EXTRACT FROM A TIME TRAVELLER’S DIARY

Your seductive songs / awaken / the mandalas of mind, / dreaming / within dreams,
EXTRACT FROM A TIME TRAVELLER'S DIARY by Cosimo Piro
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