The mud of night

Running through the woods

in my dirty Welli boots

screaming loudly to the moon

laughing like a bloody goon

I fell down on the muddy ground

My aching head is turning round

Now I see white angels fly

And demons in the misty sky

I roll into the filth, as grimy abashed pig

Misery’s so true as so desperately big  

Feeling madly cold from the feet to the bones

As this sloppy soil or those gray, fuzzy foams

I see you’re standing on my side,

Caring my inner deepest cry

But I know, there is nothing you can do

To get me, for good, out of  this blue

Maybe, I will be, one day,  I’ll be like them

Part of a glad and shallow stem

But you cannot change who you are

Despite you walk away  wide and far

Natural consumption

The taste of agony in my mouth, once again
Again you, into pieces before my eyes
You look different from the day before
While you’re struggling with yourself
Worthless and meaningless breath
Interiorizing your pain and fear
In a freezing throne of bones 

Say it doesn’t matter, again and again
Say nothing at all, in a slow motion movie
Say it won’t change at all your distress
A ghost hanging over what you say

Bury me with you, in your never ending pain
Scratch my eyes to death, mask of tears
Not to see you murky soul anymore in a shell
The taste of agony in my mouth, once again
Your wasting life before my swollen eyes 

Say it doesn’t matter at all, over again
Say it doesn’t mean at all for you
Say it won’t change the pain you have inside
In a cold nest of warm river blood 
Say again you don’t want to run away 
I won’t believe you, again.

The shadows of the night

The sky, a tattered cloudy blanket

gray-blue empty room

The ground, a dead leaves carpet 

gold and scarlet crispy tomb

The trees, howling dark creatures

Woody feet in the ground

Long knotty arms to the sky

 hopeless prayer to the setting sun

No appeal, no struggle, still

the shadows of the night swallow

the lonely autumnal forest

in a gigantic serpent bite. 

The cold darkness, triumphs

Once again on the sleepy woods

Illusionary victory, ancient chimera

Of the oldest men’s fear ...

Forest of fire

The dying sunset, a red eye in the sky

Through the leaves and the branches

golden sunbursts on my face

Crying willows and red bushes

Waiting for the darkness to come

Funeral of the last rays of light

The forest is burning in a crimson silence

While I stand in the murky foliage

Expecting the cold embrace of night

The rising moon blinks from above
laughing at me maliciously.
But I cry tears of liquid lead in the dark.

Stranger at home

Lost in translation
In a strange country
In a weird situation
Surrounded by unknown faces

Lost in translation
In a freak show
Telling nonsense word
I cannot understand

Lost in translation
Peculiar faces looking at me
Like a stranger I am
Fixing my head

Translation? I don't need
I am stranger at home
In a country I cannot decode

The meaning

I look into your eyes

for the meaning of my life

I stare myself in a broken mirror

like a rotten soul in tears

 In the middle of the room alone

I envy smiling faces around

deep inside my soul a dark pit

without any reason or goal

I force myself to be another

in another world or dimension

what I am, your eyes cannot tell

just reflect my inner fear of fallen angel

Your words

Your words, blade of ice

in my flesh’s heart.

You want to suck my soul

twisted and torn me to shreds

as dirty cloths in the wind

Your words, tongue of fire

in my white soul.

You want to scratch me to blood

reduce me to a shapeless heap of pain

like a coal sack in the fireplace

Your words, stolen from the street

in your dirty mouth, push me adrift

away from your restless anger

and from your insane mania of man.

Body 's decay

Time flows away

slowly and motionless

into the laguna's artery

Red fluid pouring from

the shabby pasteboard walls 

into the golden beating heart

Decrepit gondolas slip

like scarlet blood cells

in the city's veins

The face, an eyeless mask

fixing into the void 

smiling into the abyss

The smell of the swamp 

fecal waste of an old man

waiting for the death.

Freedom

Fresh breeze in a wheat field

Sound of the distant sea

Heavy mist in the green pine wood

Flour mill among the poppy flowers

and solitary boat lost in the tempest...

It permeates my mind

It gives me a reason to be

to feel different and variegated,

and to be conscious of being human.

Other world

Take me to a distant manor
where the sky doesn't exist
and the fire and the water melt.

Take me to a distant paradise
where the birds always sing
and the rain never falls

Take me to a distant planet
where we can walk upside-down
and fly like angels to the stars.

Ministrel in the dark

You, my minstrel of winter snow
I wait into the wind's blow
I hear out  your mystic music flows
Catching your magic glimmer glow


I, a sadic mistress of distress 
scowling in my scarlet dress
scrawling  a scrubby scratch
scrap of a screaming caress


We, fill with fire the finest feeling
we share foolish phantoms of love
full of fragile phobias from above
and fantasy story of old glory


Mine, the kiss of the miss in the bliss
yours, you miss the messy hiss' abyss
We, look at the murk cracking up..

Madness dream

Hard wind of madness
educational style in
phantomatic cargo,
while this moody child
honeymoon in blue...

Pirate of  infinity
illegal delirium
religious disillusion
crawl in my senses...

Forever young
in your dirty clothes,
welcome in the freak show...

Possible? It is, all
through the glass of a fake window...

Japanese shadows in a dream.

Goblin king

The whole life, your figure, I've admired

in the looking glass, your bright eyes,

maybe a bit lost, or maybe just scared

you, like me, light wings of butterflies.

Always however, like the morning fog,

you, gently, from me, slid down

you're the dream’s mist, the dust in a sticky bog

as a king who’s lost his golden crown

Thus, for long, my hope I’ve put in a box

with my dreams and hopes together

left to strong wind, nosed up to a dock

my Goblin king mirrored in me forever

In this dark labyrinth of fog

You were, smelling my heart’s quiver

Eyes into eyes into the black smog
Waiting for me near the deep gray river.

The boat

The boat to Hell

Squeaks and yells

Wild crows feast with death

Before the big eye of Seth

Figures crawl in the mud

Covered by dense blood

 eternal damnation river

prurient freaky fever

Fear to melt dream and reality

And be captured by all this brutality

I will take the boat to fool’s paradise with you

And ride the fresh morning dew…

Spirit of the laguna

My spirit rises like the morning sun
from the cold water of the laguna.

But your eyes are fire and tempest
from the waters' deep abyss .

Your voice is a mermaid sing
calling and seducing me.

To the depth, I must return
drown me thus,
in your crimson sea of madness.

Notes and fragment of you

Who are you, in the mist?
under the gray water
over the bridges and
beside the narrow walls

Chords of an ancient time
faint sounds of your voice
archaic idiom of another world
lost and forgotten 

Would I see you again?
in this village of illusions
your sinister and childish mask
to seduce and take me
into your fairy tale of notes.

     

Venice

Venice,
A labyrinth of bricks and walls
lost in the shadow of damnation
over the bridge, silent creatures
staring at the emptiness of life...

City of illusion

Here is nowhere
timeless illusion of stones,

here you get lost
drifting away from reality,

here is wonder
shining face of age,

here is solitude
emptiness and dullness.

Here is nowhere,
everywhere but here...

Gloom

Mystics channels of doom

in the mist, phantoms of your fear

in the dark, faces to see them clear

dirty snow of gloom

cut the chain of dismay

In the pit, voices of madness

In the streets, tears of sadness

Break the walls and go away