sweet tangy chance
to meet on my train
your red garnet touch
metaphore playmate
charm my mind again
Yes, as every one knows, meditation and water are wedded for ever
crashed into a mirror
faced the fear
in the sky inside
a room of one’s own
I’ll talk, I’ll talk they live by the sea
Surrounded by a cemetery.
If you get tired come up for some tea
With Bach, Beethoven, Mozart, and me.
browse the sky
midway through the walk
of our lives
more dew bead my mind
risks and crocuses in the morning
through the shade
coffee chasing overlapping
shifts, we just live
timeology
It’s the only way to be
You have to worry about bills, about food, about some football team
that never fucking wins, about human relationships and all the things
that really don’t matter when you’ve got a sincere and truthful junk
habit.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W7Uis-coQdQ
green-gray clouds soars on saturn
and melancholy shines
matern
back in the labyrinth walls of ice
trapping bits in a frame of mind
it’s just leafed through time
but it is a
melancholy of my own, compounded of many simples, extracted from many objects, and
indeed the sundry contemplation of my travels, which, by often rumination, wraps me in a
most humorous sadness
white rabbit one to scrub up the mud
counting each hour forgetting of time
white rabbit two won’t run out of drive
no look shoots, brakes the glass while
white rabbit three sneaks in the dark side
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3c48_7He4B4
Anyhow – I sat by your side, by the water
You taught me the names of the stars overhead that I wrote down in my ledger
Thoough all I knew of the rote universe were those Pleiades loosed in December
I promised you I’d set them to verse so I’d always remember
Yes, and thanks, for the trouble you took from her eyes
I thought it was there for good so I never tried.
honey mud deep of melancholy
Under a black flag
A hundred years of blood
touching blue like fire
daemons play again
Hanging on in quiet desparation is the English way
The time is gone
The song is over
Thought I’d something more to say
from a darker tattoed star
sand shrine in the rain
homeless smiles after miles
away, faces fade
so long play Hades
as moon melt down
to earth again
to free flood now
ed è proprio questo che mi piace tanto
ma non so scrivere e non so dire
