Month: May 2019

i’ll never have the power  to be like my mother and that’s the comfort ‘cause that’s one thing  a mother is for ©2004 josephine b. ciliento

bloody saints display a sorrowful gaze cry into the night to cry into the day arms opened wide to embrace the sadness that passes daily on the streets below but no one pays attention as if they need to know! the beauty of spirituality what’s mine is yours the beauty of togetherness let’s all sing… Continue reading “red paint”

seconds turn into minutes… turn into hours… which then turn into days… i can’t help but forget… moments i just can’t recollect… no knowledge… no regrets… no understanding… wounds so fresh… soon enough to mature as scars… needles & pills… never comfortable enough to sit still… with choice, but without decision… eyesight alive, but lacking… Continue reading “needles & pills”

circles living deep within the mind you’re able to run, but you can’t hide what is needed i’m not used to and i recite this dedication to you spoken words as far as the mind look within my heart & tell me what you find circles lay me to rest tired, but true every praise… Continue reading “circles”

walk me towards freedom down your unknown road… then perhaps the pressure will unload… direct me towards new affection… protect me from the worst infections… which have scattered my thoughts and broken my vision… i stand beside one who has brought me hope through a tragic experience… what a magical existence!… distracted by what i… Continue reading “weebles wobble, but they don’t fall down”

and i speak my ends from friends or foes anything that lets the creativity flow people come and  people go and those are the people i don’t need to know and when they attempt to stop my growth it’s time again for a  rebirth ©2002 josephine b. ciliento

everyone writes songs about  the fourth of july independence is a good place to lie to hide a good day to come alive i was born and then i died on the fourth of july camera shy so i can’t smile skin does shed why can’t denial? and i was born into the wildest fire… Continue reading “born on the fourth of july”

one for the head, one for the neck and one for the chest… bullet, bullet, bullet laid you down to rest… something led you to your future, which is now a part of my past… a year and a half of memories not strong enough to last… weirded out by mixed emotions, i can’t pick… Continue reading “bulletriddledflesh”

so many pages to fill… lines of infinity… ink to be drained from my veins… the insides have dried… but i won’t say goodbye… my emotions have been too good to me… my loves have filled me with anger, bittersweet rage… ah, what to fill on this page!?… ah, what to spill on this page!?…… Continue reading “thank you, may i have another”

the hunger never dies in fact it intensifies hand to thigh and i can’t hide but i’m denied ‘cause she don’t believe what she truly feels inside must we go into code for these emotions are not allowed to be exposed no, not allowed to bare our souls a secret never to be told so… Continue reading “come close or not at all!”