

Sonnet for J_When absent days leave me no sight and strength Of you, nor touch of your sweet lips on mineSonnet for J_
And I cannot hear words of any length That may comfort bring my heart of hearts’ sighs.
Longing you I rest in blanketed tears
Letting dreams carry me with hopes intoned Adrift in beautiful memories shared To the spot we have that is ours alone.
Let’s go there, where passion is resolute Our words alight, forever drenched sunsets, Sweet warmth the heavens cannot refute
Nor earthen silence put quickly to rest.
Laurel rose and vines grow stronger entwined  


old clothesSoft green eyes of corduroy Worn smooth at knees Cotton wales silkened Venues verdant velvet From diving, rolling in auburn leaf of oak Tagging, freeze or otherwise, with the kid next door Or little Suzy from around the bend Bend me to the comfort of your words As much as your eyes, those entrance me Make me dance in adolescence, reminiscent Pieces of my mind, worn old wool sweater Baggy jeans memories Once in every while, I take them Out of their cedar chest seclusion Put them on and walk around in them Sometimes you have to walk in your own moccasins &old clothes


ten items or lessA man in gray cotton tweed Paper white button up White crane Sunday best Tie, pinned doorknocker of paisley silk He is no less than sixty-five Never in the fast lane Beard, a December frost on car windows There’s a shovel in his hands As he stands in front of the church On the hour of my passing He presses blade upon slush and concrete Clears a path to god’s house As if it was his own Takes careful consideration of stone, stealth in snow Applies pressure, holds back Silent beautyten items or less
I think of him now Clearing the way. I like to be


No Past Present or FutureThere is no past to haunt you Just like there is no future or present There is one moment and you are it And it is you You are moment-self, self-moment There is no god or God,No Past Present or Future
Religion can be a good pet project If you have the time for it Or you're too comfortable with the rat race Smell of cheese, green, ferments in your mind Leave the mousetrap for the rats Flip them the finger as you watch them flip the switch On their electric-chair-ambitions
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"I am a little man and this is a little town, but there must be a spark in little men that can burst into flame." --John Steinbeck, The Moon Is Down
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Alberto Orsini
Portfolio: www.AlbertoOrsini.com
Blog: www.SaMaeL696.com
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I shoot metal concerts in Finland! Gallery: [link] DDs : [link]
Evening of Perception [link]
to your
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"Seeing" the unusual...EVERY DAY
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My website: [link]
Another with my artistic friends: [link]
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