sometimes…
my heart feels contaminated, emaciated
embossed, stamped, imprinted
like initials in cement
the permanent damage
from years of pounding
a happy heart
and bruising a soul
my less traveled road, carved and cut
winding and blinding
snaking its way
through swollen earth
my path leaves a sparkling trail
yet marks me
with wonderful war wounds
incendiary bumbo jumbo
life rains mistakes
and thunderous resolutions
virus-infused storms
followed by
antibiotics and embraces
panacea love potion
I know me
I know better
I know me better
my strength allows me to
climb higher, walk further, dive deeper
into myself, into the horizon
exposing myself
exposing sunshine
through pain, palpitations and pressure
through a smog of regrets
blanketed by a bittersweet symphony
my mind recognizes a prince
acknowledges a wounded warrior
respects a man of fortitude
righteous to the core
with a dancing spirit
with arms wide open
giving thanks to the world
~
© Giovanni Cucullo
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This will be my last post for a short while…I’ll be back in a flash!
Love you all!!
Gio
You are sleeping…
Drifting and flying with angel wings,
We’re naked under soft sheets
Scented with powdery dreams
In a spoon embrace,
I’m gently touching your soft shoulder
My hand searching, barely sliding
Up and down your arm
And my lips
Trail tender kisses on your back
My tongue marking each freckle
As I whisper I Love You…
~
© Giovanni Cucullo 2011
Digital self-portraits
Tell stories
Somewhere else
Somewhere close
Like the rhythm of Miami
Or Vermont B&B’s
Or the watercolor sea
It will get you…life’s rhythm
From conga lines to subway stories
And that madman on the bus
Talking ’bout a stagecoach full of gypsies
On their way to eternal damnation
Or how superfreaks dance
And trick their way to stardom
While bishops eat priest stranglers with
Rabbit Ragu
Amidst the insanity and organized chaos
The well is dry and my voice
Is muted just before sunrise
Googling bands with numbers in their names
Surfing 3000 channels and nothing is on
Like Imelda Marcos window shopping
at Jimmy koo koo ka-Choo
Tweetering on the brink of nothingness
Whatever happened to Mrs. Robinson?
Or the peppermint twins?
But meanwhile…
Back at the trattoria
My life-search produces results
In the stride of a stallion
In the joy in a siesta
In the scent of baked bread
Or the beauty in raw wilderness
With every brush stroke
With every pencil sketch
With every if, and or but
And correctly placed quotation
Life finds us…she embraces us, captures us
Every shadow in Rodin’s thinker
Every curve in the Mississippi
Or curve in my dangling part…iciple
Everything
Finds its way
And flows
And dances
Into sunshine
~
© Giovanni Cucullo 2011
and shares a story
and gets excited
with life in her eyes
and warmth in her heart
She touches me
as her wings gently flutter
as i melt in her caress
as the world embraces us
always looking to her soul
and swimming in the moment
She fell to me
and I fell for her
and falling
seems dreamy
a mysterious wonder
to unravel
to discover
to unwrap & understand
to have and to hold
this precious gift
this heavenly gem
Her Song
blows through trees
swings over mountains
pushes ocean waves
and the ebb
and the flow
of her sweet melody
and haunting movements
is a mystical progression
and i sing along
and praise her beauty
and never miss a beat
of her gentle firesong
~
Written 12/16/2008 for the love of my life.
At the point that we were most in love
I could have parted an ocean for you
Danced on waves, clenching the setting sun
Gifting it to you with a glimmering kiss
At that point
I remember your solar smile
How it warmed the room, my life
Our laughter, our ease, our love-lit day
Captured incessant pearl-moments
Flying in time
That point when we were most in love
I decorated a table with delights
With carpaccio and flowers
Django and candles
And rosemary-studded lamb
As Bordeaux decanted vintage song
Just at that point
That point when we were most in love
You sat with me, just sat
Resting on my shoulder, in my heart
Our bodies married in sweet silence
Knowing, and still…the brilliant glow.
At that very point
We saw forever
Our sparkling world waited for us
As it inspired us
And we created new love daily
At that point
That point when we were most in love
~
Written for Rebecca
© Giovanni Cucullo 2011
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Today
I sniff her pillow
Lipstick morning
Mirror message makes me smile
I remember last night
Watching her
She floated off into an angel’s sleep
Her hand still squeezing mine
As I quietly counted
Her Spanish freckles, resting
Like boy scouts
In a newly discovered copse
Her slow even breath
A gentle sea echo
Moon-driven ebb and flow
Whispering my reflection
And granting me a mouthful of sweet air.
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© Giovanni Cucullo 2011
