Grateful ???

The Hell's Gate - Rodin

The Hell’s Gate – Rodin Garden

I wish I had all this gratitude
permanent on this world
A world of grateful people

But I can not.

I have to remind to myself to be grateful
to say thanks

it seems it doesn’t work very well

And there I am …. empty
trying to bargain with God
Lord excuse me but I’m here with nothing inside !

and I was forced to apologize!

still nothing there but….
Can i get one point?

Perhaps a reward?

No ????

 

I used to pass by the small chapel to go to church’s garden
But on the way there was a priest in black
Be grateful they sing …. The flowers are just right there!

Am I doomed? Did I care?

I’m still here drinking my coffee
and I am waiting for my apocalypse
That certainly will fall over me !

People say to me to pray .
Pray for the damage? Pray for the dead?

the damage was done Darling and the dear ones Gone

What is that?
It is a new plan to make life easier?

doesn’t matter anyway

I look inside and one  stripped soul

but i have few regrets to share

if anyone cares….
if not…
i have my special cigarette

Any God interested?

Oh My!

as I would like to be grateful!

L’Armata Brancaleone – Go Ahead!

the eminent war
remembering us
how is its bittersweet
a place where has no  one gain
just tears of Marie(s ) and Anne(s)

who is the winner,
Who cares?

people forget
that inside us
and really hidden
the monster lies

the man or woman
that prays in front the meal
OH! God! Bless us!!!!
Coming at sundays to the Church
The Book is your companion
Pray, is the salvation

Believe in My God
they shout
your neighbor, my friend
our sons
all following  peacefully the  way

Until…..

But i have a gun
and is not for fun
and i want to see
the troops doing well
for my Country
and for my own peace

~Are you ready
for the funeral???

The same wind that blows here
unfortunatelly , blows there too

For my Flag and my blood
i pour the chalice of your life

That is why
i have one single certain
and a single belief
Poets and Poetry
That we are

your
Poetry Poet

changes all the world
all the wounds
even when we are so fragil
by our vanity

We took the pen
and pour the own blood
of our hearts and veins
in a single sheet
that changes us and change all

We can fill a thousands of  Red Croix Bus
same beat of  our heart
and instead the number line

or  L'armata de Brancaleone brancaleone_alle_crociate_vittorio_gassman_mario_monicelli_010_jpg_eebr

the direction to drive

Is write

~The Brancaleone Army  ~go ahead~

Thanks God!

A simple Poetheart!

poema-e-poesia1Like a simple poetheart!

I can not bear
the loneliness of others
or the sun that is not my
I just can  not see
All these people   makes so much noise
I prefer my empty box
no sounds, just to appease me

I do not want your happiness
because it is not my

or
your smile
because it is fake to me
your  words
that makes no sense

I want to be free
of all these brands
all this involvement
I want to be able to suffer if I need   be
just for me

or drop endless tears on me
to one day be reborn

Perhaps

back to my childhood
and be happy again
forgetting the priests, of course

and not be an attachment of my memories
misleading
at time

I do not want to give
Be  something to be enjoyed
I want  be wrong and overlooked!

To be is much complicated!

when necessary is for …

I have blood in my veins
to support myself
let me be human
not benevolent

just a simple divine spark
like  we all were  at beginning of the time
Imperfect!
but they say that God rules all over us
and cling to it

let me be what I am
unhappy, happy, full and empty
please allow me do this
from trying so much to understand
what is forbidden
I,  how a crazy woman
trapped in myself

then release me, please
just let me be what I am
a simple  poet heart.

So

Simple…….