A time of hypnotic illusionScattered thoughts filled, with fearful delusionTimeless debate of frantic confusionThis is my time of hypnotic illusionI once was a boy with a spirit so freeWonderful thoughts of grander I seeEver so simple was lifeIt rang in my ear without strifeMany a year has gone byHow things change I sighWhen ... More..
Since I regained imagination;words won't stop rearranging.Think that I thought that I thought what I thunkIf I don't type it I'll sit...in delusional funkCan't help my self, my fingers just flyThey fly and I sigh, can't figure out whyMind it is racing and wizen aboutFellows keep telling...I'll get all burnt outDevotion, revol... More..
Today no one bit me;no one pulled my hair.Today I did not fall asleep;while I drove my car somewhere.Today I called my daughter;and she did pick up the phone.Today I had a conversation;with a child of mine who's grown.Today I saw my son.I did not yell or scream.Today we still have differences;but we shared some cold ice cream... More..
There's a place in this town, it's not far from homeWhere I some times could let my mind wander;Where I'd loose all my thoughts and I'd let my mind roamI could feel a cool breezeWatch the sway in the treesSit way back, watch children at play, far away and out yonder.It is there that my mind it goes, away and right;Where dande... More..
a poem - remorseI sat through the silence of the long empty nightWatched the clock, second hand passing by.I wished I could go, get out and take flightLooked out my window at the dark starry sky.Filled with remorse, there was little to say.Tangled and twisted in my sorrows, the painsFlowing slowly. The joy of good times I'd l... More..
Ah life would be grand.To be on the beach my feet in the sandTo have a good time and be filled with glee;Next to the ocean down by the sea;Under a palm late at night;Ah my life would be right.Take a walk on the pear.No worries no fear.For Now I'm stuck in the snow.How I'd like to go.Back to the ocean, the air is so warm.Life ... More..
Over the past couple of months I've been able to look back at my early childhood, even before I picked up my first drink or drug.I think back to when I was like five and can vividly remember hiding on the back porch behind my old mans reclining chair playing with matches. I was lighting them and throwing them into a hole in t... More..
Old poetry or newWond'ring at the present, pursuing the pastPossessing and pursuing with much delightSummon up remembrance of writings pastHow Mine heart flutter when you do writeBut being both present and past be friendWorse essays proved thee my best of loveWhat strained rhetoric rhyme can lendBut since they'd died no poets... More..
My Thanks a whole bunchTo all with a hunchThat they knew what I tried here to sayI have no doubtWhat's it's all aboutBefore I lay down now I'll prayI'll pray for the sinnersThe losers and winnersTo awake to another new dayWhen it's all said and doneI'll count on the oneWho I know will not lead me astrayCall him what you wantW... More..
Sixty five years old;I can't believe it's true.I'm glad that you're my brother.I'm glad that you are you.You've helped me out so many times;When I was feeling downI'm feeling badly lately;Cause I haven't been around.But this I want you to be sure of;You'll always have my brotherly love.I'll always look at you with pride.Thoug... More..
Carmelo Piparato
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