Above La Lunas’ Glow

Above La Luna’s Glow


Above la Luna’s glow
Eyes cast beyond stars
Darkness consumes
All, of a lonesome heart
Wingless blackbird
Stranded on earth
Rooted to ground
Misery found

Above la Luna’s glow
A beacon pulls
Connecting soul and mind
Sucking the energy dry
Eyes shaded black like coal
But shines with a glow
Bright as the moon
An onyx one

Above la Luna’s glow
Waits, a far away home
Ferryman journeys
Collecting passengers
Scarred with the mark
A ticket to ride
Galaxy’s past
Light years away

Above la Luna’s glow
Fades in, new dawn
Witness, the rising sun
Still, planet earth
Counting the minutes
Ticking and tocks
Passing of time
Lost, lost, still lost

Above la Luna’s glow
Returns the yearning pull
Glides the razors edge
A mark left by a previous scar
The ferryman nods
Opens the door
Taking a soul
To a world unknown

Above la Luna’s glow
One will never know
What lies beyond the known
In death, dreams may come true
To close the eyes
For the very last time
A silence grows
As the final breath blows


Ax

Hard

how the buzz from a hit of weed propels the mind to open wide…

I have felt pain, who has not
I’ve cried hard to the point of passing out
Struggling to breathe in air
When lungs are weighted down by a heavy heart

I have felt love, who has not
I’ve awed watching lovers holding hands
Inner tears fill the throat
The swallows hard, trying not to choke

I have felt sadness, who has not
I’ve sunk down low enough to call it quits
Thoughts, exploding in my head
It’s the hard that drives the desire to carry on

Ax

Sadness

Happiness and Sadness

A smile does exist, as does a frown.
Happiness and sadness.
Picture a clown.

Ax

Enough

When will it be enough to fill the want.
Could it be measured using a bucket.
Watching it reach the rim,
adding some more but as soon
as I lift, the pail spills.

When will it be enough to call it day.
Would it be timed from the suns rise.
Ending to where it fades as it sets,
turning to night, and
counting the stars as wealth.

When will it be enough to say goodbye.
The final farewell to a sad, sad song.
Told what to do, when and how,
playing the game without a win,
honestly or in sin.

When will it be enough to quit and die.
Reading the needle as it points to empty.
Pushing further, a little farther,
flicking eyes like an addict does,
speeding over the limit.

When will it be enough to finally smile.
Breathe with ease, go to sleep and dream.
Awake with the need to live without a frown,
from Monday to Sunday,
on any given day.

Ax

quando il cuore si spezza, ascolta il silenzio…