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DELIZIOSO
Embrace me in your finessed sophistication
Of my darling soligatto’s donna solmization
Filaments of belletristic novellas and artistry
My erudition tastes like cilantro of cuisinery.
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CREPUSCOLO
I am just a germane alluvial painter
With no colours left tinctured on the canvas
My parlance haunted by the fenders
Of my wayward echelon monochrome past.
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FIORI
Shades splashed on soft silken geranium
A shower of pastels and falling pelargonium
Lily agaphanthus and rhododendron sets
These floral girls of mine, my bonny cossets.
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PASSEGGIATA
Oh, such verdancy of chocolates and hearts
Frolic in field of stars where dreams restart
In a box where I’ll keep all my secret flowers
May shall be my repose, the meteor showers.
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MOZZAFIATO
Our lagniappe paradise was arcadian, tranquil pure
Ignominy but an epithet, shunned midnight vesture
But alas! the timorous beasts that troubled our past
Consumed for a comeuppance and caught up at last.
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Starry, starry night
Paint your palette blue and grey
Look out on a summer’s day
With eyes that know the darkness
In my soul…
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Vincent, the lost pastel colours, they forgot to light your golden stars tonight
Brush strokes faltering and swirling on your ceiling, a tapestry of navy sights
Vincent, you were simply complicated to fool the monsters within from the start
Your artistic chagrin and tortured soul kept ripping your palette emotions apart
.
Vincent, they all laughed at you and they mocked away such a beautiful mind
But if the madness was your universe, who knows what dimensions we can find?
Vincent, you fathomed yourself a disgrace, deemed creations amount to nothing
They all stumbled in your labyrinthine mind, and thus resorted to insipid excoriating
.
Vincent, now you’re gone, and the village mourns for a sun extinguished too soon
You watch them above as you paint the landscapes, reminiscing on the blue moon
Vincent, you were always a warm summer sunflower, and my quaint antebellum art
They may not have truly understood you, but you have always rekindled my hazy heart.
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And when no hope was left in sight
On that starry, starry night
You took your life, as lovers often do
But I could’ve told you Vincent
This world was never meant for
One as beautiful as you…
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I’ll find repose in new ways
Though I haven’t slept in two days
‘Cause cold nostalgia chills me to the bone
But drenched in vanilla twilight
I’ll sit on the front porch all night…
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The horizon is on fire, and the sky is a silver ocean
Rippling in flames, liquid sluice in delicate motions
That sun is a pyre requiem, extinguishing the moon
Mine sweetheart dawn might blink back quite soon
The stars are singing, they’ll spare you a goodnight
Pray for umbra lullabies’ charm to return their lights
The horizon dwindling down, the pacific sky recedes
Colliding with chromatic, every colour you’ll perceive.
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pink stains
on lily petals
purple rain
in its coevals
a red boy
writing letters
green toy
spins in flatters
black rose
for that beauty
white pose
sing it with me
a blue girl
on the sun rays
yellow twirl
awed she plays
orange eyes
happily sparkled
rainbow lives
hearts all coloured.
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Crystalline sugar
Of neon shades
Clashing distinct
Catching eyes
And tongues;
Baby carnation,
Firmament blue,
Chartreuse green,
Starrified yellow,
Diamond white.
Childish treats
For childish hearts
Rainbow pebbles
On cute display
Within small
Quaint bottles,
A sugar kiss
From a pixie
And her friend
The belle fairy.
As you crush
Them betwixt
Your teeth;
Implosions of
Sweetness and
Shocking mint
Dances like a
Fireworks display
In your mouth—
A magical aftertaste.
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A Lost Painting