Building up and taking down

or about change of directions

My loden thrown on the chair
your words looping my mind
the fear of losing my voice
to sing on your broken chord

I'm searching within
what you're longing the world for
let's build cathedrals
and erect playgrounds
where mediocrity pulls us
down

You gotta be brave
if you wanna do this
there's no way out
once you accept me in

May the time come
when I'll use your hair
to bring this temple down

T.C.

25/11/2015

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or about waiting

There are women that are beautiful
they are beautiful without knowing

There are women that are beautiful
and the body is not concerned

Then the lilies always open
when the water reaches them

T.C.

22/11/2015

Black hair

or a salute to an hard life

Your black hair shined at dusk

walking away

diverging my path.

I called you,

you nodded,

stopped and

looked back.

I know what you said:

you thought to turn back

I know how you felt

you walked what you left

Your petite figure,

your shoulders, you ass

spectacular visions

that will never last.

With a simple good bye

our time has gone fast.

We had what we had

just a flake in the sand

your Heart untouched

protected by a spell

and that actually is

what made ringing the Bell

Untitled no.1

to V.

The bag fell, down on the ground
with no noise, but lot of sound
it contained a pinch of pride
and the usual pure grains
of "I've tried"

You can use them if you want
they are not yet running out
or grow roots and branches to taunt
someone who won't be around

Look, the door has now been closed
and my lock-picking can't expose
what there is actually behind:
all the secrets of your mind

T.C.

15/11/2015

The broken society

or about a shared path

There is a secret society
of everything broken

some members are speaking

about an old token

Its flag has an arrow

which cannot be thrown:
too heavy maybe

or just never flown

No gold on their fingers,

no silver in their pockets.

How peculiar it is:

they are probably broken

Someone enters the room

laughing out laud
the Secretary arrived

the college now bows

The altar is tall

for the Master of all

who with a stool

manages to fool

The Treasurer nearby

has the big Book of Lie.

He does what he must,

avoiding some broken trust

All's ready to start

but nobody knows how
all members remind

how broken's mankind

Quiet in a corner

a monk sitting down
with two crossed legs

and eyes to the ground.
He has been broken in the past

and a solution has found

There is also a guy
looking for a woman outside

no one is now there
and never has been.
Keep looking my friend:
hope is never a sin

A novice now speaks
she's never been broken:
allured by a mystery
which has never been spoken.

She explains the main ritual
for those who there stand;

her words are so perfect:
no one to understand

All that effort explaining
and all has been wasted.

Brothers, rejoice!

an initiation: no choice

Then last there is you
and close there is me
look, we are all of them

yet not able to see:
every one has been broken

or eventually be

Brothers, rejoice:

how common it is!

T.C.

08/11/2015

First dates

or on finding Balance

Your perfect body moves quickly
Your perfect body moves slowly
The Beast needs to bite
The Friend to look in your eyes

Will the Friend find something
beyond your perfect body to hold?

I am sitting here
looking at them
beautiful and terrible
ten inches away

Will the Beast calm his urges
to be fed by your hips?

I am walking with you
discovering
observing your thoughts
intrigued fascinated
amazed by your life

Will They be able to hold hands?

T.C.

07/11/2015