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March 7, 2011 / Giovanni Cucullo

Diving Upward…

 

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

~

This will be my last post for a short while…I’ll be back in a flash!
Love you all!!

Gio

March 2, 2011 / Giovanni Cucullo

Becky Sleeps

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

March 1, 2011 / Giovanni Cucullo

Digital Dance

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

February 19, 2011 / Giovanni Cucullo

Sometimes

 

Sometimes
Words never make it to the page
I toss them
Like Luke’s salad
Mixed with color
Caressed and dressed
Hold them in my mouth
Chew, savor and swallow…
Until they become blood-versed
And I share them at
A table for one.

February 14, 2011 / Giovanni Cucullo

Rebecca’s Song

Sunshine smiles 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

February 2, 2011 / Giovanni Cucullo

When We Were Most In Love

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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