Safety Or Anxiety It’s getting harder to murder someoneand get away with itCitizens feel safer It’s impossibleto keep any secretswhile the tech giants are watching The anxiety of being stalkedis real The Chapel She wore a black dressto his funeralOutside the chapelthe wind shook the pear blossomscovering her hair and backShe walked that walk againwearing a wedding veil […]
Jia-Li Yang (aka Cassa Bassa)
Fly, o serenade: my beloved is alone
Vola, o serenata: la mia diletta è sola
And, with the beautiful abandoned head
E, con la bella testa abbandonata
Posing between the sheets
Posa fra le lenzuola
O serenade, fly
O serenata, vola
O serenade, fly
O serenata, vola
The moon shines pure
Splende pura la luna
The silence spreads
L’ale il silenzio stende
And behind the veins of the alcove
E dietro i veni dell’alcova
Bruna the lamp turns on
Bruna la lampada s’accende
The moon shines pure
Pura la luna splende
The moon shines pure
Pura la luna splende
Fly, o serenade
Vola, o serenata
Fly, oh serenade, fly
Vola, o serenata, vola
Ah…
Ah…
Fly, o serenade: my beloved is alone
Vola, o serenata: la mia diletta è sola
But smiling still half sleepy
Ma sorridendo ancor mezzo assonnata
Go back between the sheets
Torna fra le lenzuola
O serenade, fly
O serenata, vola
O serenade, fly
O serenata, vola
The wave dreams on the shore
L’onda sogna sul lido
And the wind on the branch
E il vento su la fronda
And it still refuses a nest to my kisses
E ai baci miei ricusa ancora un nido
My blonde lady
La mia signora bionda
He dreams of the wave on the shore
Sogna sul lido l’onda
He dreams of the wave on the shore
Sogna sul lido l’onda
Fly, o serenade
Vola, o serenata
Fly, oh serenade, fly
Vola, o serenata, vola
Ah…
Ah…
It’s a day
Without the sun
Slippery wet
Smells mould
My chest
Screams fear
Of another attack
The soup kitchen
Is five blocks away
I rather battle
Stomach acid
Than the cold
My baby’s looking at me
Wide eyed and whining
It sucks
To be poor
Sick
And a dog owner
In my dream
We grow old together
You bring me a cup of tea with trembling hands
I ask you to go for a walk with me
And you still say no
The autumn wind combs the sunlight into golden locks
Resting on his heaving chest from a satisfying afternoon nap
Her chestnut eyes crackling in the fire of longing
Such desire, too wild to tame
Almost 58,000 families and individuals are waiting for affordable housing in New South Wales, Australia.
They are sleeping in their cars, in their family or friends’ couches or garages, in tents in parks, in cardboard boxes on park benches.
How many vacant properties are there?
How many spare rooms are in our homes?
I’m jealous of the rain
That falls upon your skin
It’s closer than my hands have been
I’m jealous of the rain
I’m jealous of the wind
That ripples through your clothes
It’s closer than your shadow
Oh, I’m jealous of the wind, cause
I wished you the best of
All this world could give
And I told you when you left me
There’s nothing to forgive
But I always thought you’d come back, tell me all you found was
Heartbreak and misery
It’s hard for me to say, I’m jealous of the way
You’re happy without me
I’m jealous of the nights
That I don’t spend with you
I’m wondering who you lay next to
Oh, I’m jealous of the nights
I’m jealous of the love
Love that was in here
Gone for someone else to share
Oh, I’m jealous of the love, cause
I wished you the best of
All this world could give
And I told you when you left me
There’s nothing to forgive
But I always thought you’d come back, tell me all you found was
Heartbreak and misery
It’s hard for me to say, I’m jealous of the way
You’re happy without me
As I sink in the sand
Watch you slip through my hands
Oh, as I die here another day
Cause all I do is cry behind this smile
I wished you the best of
All this world could give
And I told you when you left me
There’s nothing to forgive
But I always thought you’d come back, tell me all you found was
Heartbreak and misery
It’s hard for me to say, I’m jealous of the way
You’re happy without me
It’s hard for me to say, I’m jealous of the way
You’re happy without me
Living Poetry prompt – Useless
I don’t ever want you feel sad
But wishful thinking is useless
I don’t even know if you are ok
Now I am no longer in your life
Grass, sky and sand
Are my favourite colours
Wherever I am
Freshly cut grass
Rain washed sky
Sunlit sand
They remind me of home
Far away
But closer than my skin
Flicker of Thoughts 