She shot me down

I'm just so grateful to Sir Hannibal. Thanks to his ever amazing talent, I was inspired to write this short note down. Hope you'll enjoy it. And be sure to pay a little visit to my fellow artist’s page by clicking on the picture...
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Shot me once with her eye
Shot me twice with her heart
Shot me trice with her mind
And I didn’t mind the gun

I stood up once with a lie
And after that it just hurt
I realized my soul was bind
Trust me, it wasn’t for the gun

And now that I am sure as hell to die
Looking at her from the cold earth
There’s no regret in neither heart nor mind
She’s just so beautiful with that gun

He did not flinch

He did not flinch
Not by an inch
In his eyes, pride
So much for a ride
He wasn’t great
Not even right
But I cannot hide
Without a lie
That he was grateful
And to himself faithful
He accepted the deed
Not rejecting what he did
And for all my despite
My awe shan’t have respite
Cause facing his doom
In that closed room
He did not flinch
Not by an inch

The price of beauty

The train hums silently, and my spirit still cloudy with sleep, my limbs shivering, I contemplate…
Today, the countryside has put on an immaculate coat. And trees, skeletal giants with manifold blazing arms, stand proudly as departed that are asserting life again. Their solemn immutability under this scintillating white is a quiet anthem, unparalleled, to the quintessential paradox of the world.
The snow-covered landscape is so splendid that it speaks directly to my lonely heart. My tired eyes drink its poetry so that I forget about the corrosive cold which mistreats my bones. It’s the price to be paid for this vision, which is prosaically unique …

Words

I love words…
It is said
There was only that in the beginning
Words dancing, words spinning
Joyful, playful, cute little words
Singing words in the Great One, imagining
I love words…
With them I can convey
Much more than I could say
Genuine are the feelings described
Cause the truth takes time
And I have that with words
I can’t really inadvertently hurt with them
Weighing them carefully
They follow cheerfully
The path of my thoughts
Always in the wake
They know well my heart
Much better than my tongue ever will
Sad words, painful words, whispering words
They sing of my never found lost love
Better than my hands they know Her
From hair to nails
Engraved in them is the sweetness of her voice
The alien heat of her flesh
The stark beauty that emanate from Her
In a shimmering glory
Shining, iridescent words
Yet, sometimes, even they fail Her
Or in truth, I fail to find them for Her
Words everlasting
In a perpetual stream
Like, with no end or beginning, a dream
Outlasting the last universe’s atom
Words interlaced, words entwined
Words weaved in a gigantic and unique tapestry
I can see them sometimes
My eyes filled with awe
Dancing the never-ending story of the Verb
And it is with an aching heart and streaming tears
That I bid them: “farewell ô my gentle friends”

Faraway land

In this faraway land of pain and misfortune
My soul still sing, still to yours attuned
And if the melancholy chimes of sins atoned
The heart cannot forgive, nor forget my lost Fortune

In this faraway land, embodiment of my penance
Embodiment of my restive nightmarish dreams
Embodiment of the loss of a feeling from a torn past
Embodiment of you I shall never again possess
I sigh, murmur and mourn about the Queen of my Realms

In this faraway land where I wandered, exiled
No breeze could lift my heart, no water quench my thirst
And the far, almost forgotten, day when to you I lied
Torment me like a hateful lover that I shall never trust

But this faraway land is my last and only hope
My most low status, my most great stand
Where this pain that feels me utterly can become an ode
To you, beautiful bright haven where again I shall land

I Have No Dream

I have no dream of peace, love or happiness
I have no wish to hold in this utter darkness
I have no time to waste on wanting
I am past fear and past caring
I have no dream
That’s my only regret
I have no realm
That is left to forget
I’m but a shell of what I should be
My answer is to be and somehow not be

Song of the Lost

Immortal lands

In the irrational turmoil, fruit of our innumerable passions, resides sometimes unexpected calmness. Its serene nature comes from the same certainties which defy the understanding of human knowledge. A long time I wandered, my life an insoluble riddle. I sometimes loved, my heart suffering thousand deaths.
However nothing was worse than the moment of total detachment, where the only feeling was utter numbness. At this moment lost in the infinity of time, suspended as the base of any inexistence, I wished with all my heart to know again the immortal lands of love…

Reborn

Has all love vanished from your heart?
Has your conscience been utterly extinguished?
Is betrayal what you ultimately wished?
How can you look at yourself without feeling any hurt?
There are many things I wonder about
And all questions remain unanswered
My beliefs waver now with doubt
While it is red tears that my eyes shed
Nonetheless I just can’t forget
I grieve for your remembrance lost
For the kind man who you once was
God forgive this one who is past regret
Make him remember the gentleness in heart
Let him be reborn to the Elohim

She wasn’t pretty but kind of heart

She wasn’t pretty but kind of heart
Wasn’t interested, neither was I, still it hurts
The moon looming over our heads
We parted, tears threatening to burst