Poetry day metaphor

what has been yesterday
can be another way
as relative as speed of light
with no one out of  the sight
the same story is old
where the search
is only for a context
where truth seems gold.
so above this word lake
under a same puzzled sky
drew in light blue fake
washed away in dark paint
where souls pray and faint
there is reason of some kind
but maybe i'm so wrong
or maybe i'm so wright
just a trick of my mind
another beam of an Architect's light.

Gallardo (as for the Poetry day personal contribution)

POeTRY day - Black old death

Black old Death

It smells like mold here

My unrestless thin fingers

Carved through my skin

With swiveling eyes in fear.

Perhaps I didn’t care

For the burning body

That alone left its soul

Lied in the misty despair.

It took a long while

Until the black cloak

Covered my sight

As concealing my smile.

Patiently felt my bones to walk

And shacked up the dust

Brought from the deep

Where voices slept scream and talk

Who was that unknown shadow?

The worst seek nightmare?

Or merely a passenger fellow?

That simply stood and stare.

I flew over and around

Felt against my face a breeze

And drops of blood I found

They were thoughts I squeeze

From a cold freezing night

That insisted to come in a dream

At the dawn over the light

As a black mask in Venice stream.

Through such oil dark paint

I let it join and sing for me

For nothing: just sound and faint

As an owl, I waited and intent see.

Mindless.....

Mindless

What a fade in and out

All this noisy rumble

All this speechless shout

That makes crawl and stumble

What a fall in and out

That wipes away the mean

Because our body's so heavy

And   mind so unclean

And  paradise so steady

Floating above the water steam

Where  golden  fishes  plunge  in dance

In the white whispers  at night

Where the moon hopes her chance

For the wind to blow light

No one's there to enjoy the paint

Just tiny waves of reflection

Just the dark glow faint

Echoes of laughs intersection

Among the listless  warm breeze

That rides towards universe  infinity

There are random thoughts release

That flow throughout pure insanity.

Gallardo

POETRY DAY - a thought about it

As i see it, Poetry is like a life metaphor .... a subtle look from a deep conscious state, which can be whatever the author or reader wants.... so here's my small contribute. (got done a new sound also.... please just click "play" if you want to ear it)


Days

Through images seen
Through thoughts I gather
Some truth where I lean
Read it in a bird's feather

All that it is
All that it has been
Perhaps doesn't makes sense
Because landscapes are thin
And they can be so dense;
By the touch of a finger
By the sound of a ear
Where you can finally rest
Where you can finally linger
Lulled by a journeys quest
Only with peace, with no fear.

About to find a new sky
Maybe its a dream at sleep
Probably just a quantum leap
This path at a blink of an eye.

Gallardo Santini

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The coldness of winter

Keep your mind free
As the stars in the skies
Remain quiet as heaven
Like soul in the eyes.

Yelling to the mountain
Far away from everything
Silence in the night,
And stars started to sing.

The coolness of winter
Brought us iced feelings:
We can’t deny reality…
Than why, why wake up?

Walking the ground of dust
Within some fog we can’t take
Falling for the universe,
Where no one is awake!