My book of poems, a selection

[spinelli]

Heart Long forgotten

Not unlike the breathing whisper
are the soothing eyes
of the truth bearer
the wise man
of holy land

Take me to your dwell
oh gentle master
Teach me of your travels
oh cries
oh laughter

Twinkle my emotions
Sprinkle your potions
On a heart long forgotten

Take me on your person
reserve me a flight
Tantalise thy feelers
taste, smell and sight

Rejuvenate my trusting,
now fading light
Awaken my unity,
once shimmering bright

Teach me of thou holy land
I know not a dream
Teach me of thou holy land
I know I have seen

[spinelli]

Generator

I am the holder of electrical power
the sparky, the switch
the energy tower

I am the journey,
the long distance runner
the pilot whose guided
by the hot rays of summer

I am the child of a parent,
the parent of a child
Connected with the universe,
my existence is filed

I am the bearer of truth,
the knowledge of love
The student and teacher
counseled from above

I am the instrument,
producer of vibration
Rhythm and harmony,
a radio station

I am the tested,
the doer of time
A saint in training
a hill to climb

At the highest peak
a rising sun
I am life force, my
existence-
illumination

[spinelli]

Free falling-Death wish Crawling

Drunken tales once forgotten, now ignited by the poison
Drunken sails, no wind to keep them in flight
Drunken sorrow, Missing pieces
No wrong from no right

Left behind, the presence unoticed
crossing paths, mixing drinks
nobody cares what this ol'e man thinks

Shrowds of faces, many faces
Searching traces, irrelevant graces
Avalanches of emotions, crashin
Volcanoes dormant from poisoned passion

Daily duties, domestic turbulence
Sunrise-sorrow
Evening-freefalling
Escapement by means of slowly crawling

[spinelli]

Seasonal Destinations -Transporting Liberations

Through the sands, our lights still glisten
our eyes are opened, our ears can listen

The powerful force of gushing waves
their source resides on the highest of mountains
the highest peaks of natures fountains

The messenger of forgotten lives
emarks a journey in the harshest of storm
his deepest fears, arise in the hollows
his strength prevails, from its darkest form

His gloomiest side, the unseen forces
the shadow that follows,
the lead of his causes

Overcoming the doubt in the skeptic wind
gushing, penetrating, physical greed
then the seasons change
and man is freed

[spinelli]

Transgressor

Guilty conscience, or an innocent lie?
your actions must be justified
Pleadings of insanity, of dependency
your problems must be rectified

Actions are whispers, camouflaged are voices
blending with the norm
Words are precise, coded are movements
like a calm before the storm

Solutions of surveillance, efforts of detection
your privacy, no longer
Explore our suspicions, paranoia is ignited
intuition must be stronger

Trust is oh a virtue and committment even higher,
one's safety lies in brotherhood
Protect the operation, despite interogation
or there'll be danger in your neighbourhood

Exploit your rights and criminal injustice,
nothing to loose, loopholes to choose
Inside youll find a paradise,
learn form the masters, drugs you can abuse

Crime pays a plenty and economies do surrender
markets of a darker shade
Power and greed
hapiness? only when paid