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Self

In the shadow of an angels wisp
I walk alone
My company a heart of gold
Scarred from a journey of years
Skin littered with the remnants of life
Burdens of others carried in a pocket jingling of loose change
Each mask worn protects from prying eyes
The fragile inner worn weak and easy to break
Let no other soul in lest the fragility be born
Look to the stars in hope and restitution 
Silence greets me now words unspoken drift on the currents
Reflection on the sands brings an end to a new day
Voices heard scatter as clearing the mind
Allow me to return to the place of mirrors
I see you and you see me
I see myself again


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Reflections

Crying yourself to sleep as a forgotten yesterday closes in
Acid dipped and toxic chrome glistens in blood 
Discarded you leave a light on to save from stepping on glass
Syringes littler another day scratching your name on the wall
Somewhere a scream is carved in a distant memory
I cannot remember when I heard your name whispered in my ear

Listen 
Hush my sweet 
Buried in your skin is a key to this belonging

Chance be taken as I drift into severed dreams
Gritty is the kiss on lipstick lips painted scarlet like words scrawled on the mirror
"Death becomes hypnotic resolutions"
Laughter 
Mocking the shadows as they close into my being

Hush 
Listen to the voices in my hand

Travel the carousel in its never ending journey passing angels on my side
To change a fragment in time when the hands have passed
Eloquent words fall on ears with no sound 

Begin
Begin again

Pure emotion overtakes the maligned thoughts crawling the ceiling
Fractures envelope every corner 
Every sentence uttered begins again 
Every syllable hides the true thought as you begin to grow again
 
 

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hope

Twisted in the shards that lie dying on the canvas
Fragments of hope sung on beats of a butterflies wing
Can you see me now as I kiss the refracted light
Lullabies burn devouring colours from the sunset

Dislocated by the congealed blood under these fingernails
Dissipating memories recoil as today forms the photographs of a mind
From here we can see the shadow of the gods as they rest now
Building from the beginnings as life turns it back on what has begun

Reality bleeds into the river as one to have never seen love
Tasting virtues belonging to another time I do the best i can
Footsteps leave a trace in rays of sunlight burnt into this skin
Blowing the dust from the ground as I sit and I wait


© 2014 Adrian AIDZ Giannini



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