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Night's BlanketNight's Blanket
Rewritten By Lobo Di Noccento
as of September 14th 2013
Night's Blanket is Draped upon My City's Native Shores
Yet like many other cities its residents here are of non-native scores.
The Non-Natives truly need to put their inhumanities in check
For the kinds of damages they have incurred are the kinds that
Generational History will never take the time to forget, and
this is a truth it shall always reflect.
Certain things have died here, that we can never replace;
Like Natural Beauty, or Inspirational Grace.
Now all that is left, is a City Divided
With Issues which have been Provided, By the Human Race.
The Joys of Being a Werewolf"Even a Person that is pure of Heart
that says their prayers by night
can become a Wolf when the
Wolfbane blooms and the
moon is full and bright."
- a Ancient Gypsy Saying
that has been slightly Modified
The Joys of Being a Werewolf
Written By Lobo Di Noccento
Written On November 24th 2012
Your Dark Visceral Depression
Made Motivation For Suicidal Cuts
made by a Straight Razor this was
your Lavish Invocation.
I Inhale the Intoxicating Bouquet
of your blood;Like a Sea of Blood Roses
Splashing Forth Onto the Shores of a Cravass;
And the Perfume of that Sea is Endless and Vast.
I'm being drawn into
The Delight of Blood, Flesh and Bone
Which I find a Delightful Epicurial Feast;
Introductions shall be made and this
Maiden shall know my Beast!
My Flesh, Joints and Nerves Expand;
My Muscles and Organs Grow;
My Faceplate changes for now
the human without must fall away
and The Face of the Animal must Show!
My Bones Snap, Crackle and Pop!
My Pale Orbed Mistress Demands
this of me!;And until tra
Illicit and ExplicitIllicit and Explicit
Written By Lobo Di Noccento
Written On November 19th 2012
(Dedicated to Debbie Hasinnerpeace)
Whenever I speak,Grand Water Droplets Fill
every molecule of oxygen in the Air and soon
Tidal Waves, Tidal Pools, Typhoons and Monsoons
Expand through out the Whole of the Room
I Vocally travel down your
Audio Vibratorial Spiral Gyroscopic Canals;
Where the warmth of my electrically charged words
tribally plays your drums;
Here I proceed, with
my need to Burn Bright the Fearsome Insight
that brings great delight;The Ecstasy of Cosmic Euphoria.
With every Master stroke of your drum's skin;
I intensify My Mesmeric Hypnosis just a little bit more
...and a little bit more;
Because we all know you can't hide
your glow about the fact that you wanna be
big daddy Microphone's happy little whore.
Once I'm inside I slip, slide and glide over to your Corridor of Doors
Its here that I find the Black Doored Room hidden in the back of your mind
This is The Room that contains all of your
Diametric OppositionDiametric Opposition
(Dedicated To: Former Attorney Alan D.Eisenberg)
(A.K.A My Bio-Dad)
Written by Lobo Di Noccento
Written on October 3rd 2012
Raven's wing haired man with eyes of hazel jewels;
Piercing through the night with a neon light;
A Neon Light that is brighter than can be withstood,
by most easily tormented fools.
Short of stature but intense of stare;
a man that plays by his own rules;
A man many of whom would find to be
unrealistic and unfair.
This man he is not above complaint;
But is beneath a toast;
He is loud of arrogance and louder of boast.
Behind this facade he hides a soured heart;
He is a bitter,angry and violent maelstrom of a man;
Whom breaths fire but takes not the time to conceive,
a well thought out plan.
This man has no center that's calm and focused;
As his mouth is big and his appetites are overly bloated.
Zeus's electrical bolts course through his veins which is something;
That not all the world can see for violence hides best in darkness
When Madness Marries StupidityWhen Madness Marries Stupidity
Written by Lobo Di Noccento
Written on October 17th 2012
Psychosis,psychosis come take a fine look.
To find out an answer please seek out a good book.
I don't mean the bible as it used by every religious whore.
My suggestion would be psychological medicine at its very core.
- a parody of the Milwaukee library system song
When two sibling slaves like Madness and Stupidity come together;
And repeatedly engage in incestual relations over the span of ages.
The children of such unions stand very low chances;
For any kind of Inevitable Evolutionary Advances.
The chances of survival are even lower;
However,I am sure to many of you;
that is not a Mind-Blower.
Especially in a world that truly does not want them;
But does need them and will only have them if as beasts of burden.
Yet,such beasts of burden exist in this world;
And soon they will feel the sting of
Corporate America's yolks upon their backs.
Weighing them down with inaccurate figures and facts.
A Modern Telling of a Ghastly and Ghostly PoemA Modern Telling: Of
A Ghastly And Ghostly Poem
Written by Lobo Di Noccento
Written on October 16th 2012
Ghastly,Disfigured,Mutilated and Reanimated Corpses
Echo Ghostly Prayers in the frigidly bitter chill
of the midnight hour;
And soon there is an arising
of dead clouds that begin to flower.
Rain cuts an Astringent permeating swath
over those that have had the misfortune,
to be caught in its path.
Peaking out from behind the clouds is The Azure Lidded,
Black Lipped Bone Crone all that hear her voice;
Know it by its wail and moan.
Her Crackly and Gravelly voice emanates from
The Mausoleum Crypts and Tombs of the Dead;
And once it is heard it burrows deep into the dark recesses of
the Amygdala causing Schitzo-Effective Psychopathic Dementia.
Deep Dark Orange Pumpkins at every window bare fiery golden glowing faces of death;
They are stealing away from tricker treaters the dark secret dreams that lay hidden within every child's breath.
Samhain's Fearless and Heartless ID is exposed;
If an angel hears meIf there is an angel near me, I pray to remember me, and I know it will, at see my love for you.
Although I also know... that between me and her, the sky only have dark clouds...
I will pray, I will seek, I swear, I will find it, even if I had to look in a million stars.
In this dark life, absurd without you ... I feel you've become the center and the end of my universe...
If love have any limit, I would cross it for her, and in the vast emptiness of my nights, I feel you, and I will love you ... like I could love you for the first time, when a kiss was a whole lifetime...
Feeling like I lost all my mind... for you.
I understand that your kisses must never be mine, I realize that I will never see my reflection in your eyes. But despite that ... my heart ... instead of love you less, loves you even more.
The two is just one single soul: The scent of her hair, the murmur of her silence...
Her smile like a sweet tale... the sweet honey I tasted on your lips.
I thought you and thought you
Young LoveI was so young
when I first heard
the beats of my heart
pulse lightly upon my ribcage
My toothpick bones,
to the powerful palpitations
And I was still young
when I heard again
the throbs of my heart
pound forcefully upon my ribcage
My metal bar bones,
to the butterfly-wing beats
So you better hurry, boy
as my ribs are becoming
thick as steel
and you’ll soon need a metal cutter
to reach my heart
(And I don’t want to become damaged in the process of being loved).
These Bones (I'm in Suicide With You)we're lost without words
in the ache of the brightness.
these bones are old
we are lost--
i'm lost without you.
(but i haven't a clue what you do with me.)
these bones aren't gold,
so what's worthwhile
about them to you?
we are carbon
blood, blood, flowing blood
that clots in cuts
and runs rivers in veins
and stains, how it stains,
carpet and floor and hands
i'd be more
than all the good
i do for you.
i'd be lost without you
but you don't need me
and i'm in suicide with you
for too many reasons
and too many times.
but my only question--
is my love
even if i lie?
...alegria eterna......alegría eterna...
...te pienso, te siento, te espero,
en los remanentes de nuestro universo,
escuchando el harpa de los recuerdos,
de los nuestros, de los pequeños momentos...
...los besos, el cielo, la timidez,
las miradas, las caricias, la estupidez,
los tropiezos, el tiempo, la felicidad,
las lágrimas, las despedidas, la eternidad...
...los años pasan, el caliente no llega,
mi sonrisa se apaga, la luna se aleja,
mi cabello se opaca, mi vida se acorta,
pero mi sentimiento permanece, persevera...
¿Cuándo será el día, la mañana, que te vea,
que tu sonrisa no sea de mi reminiscencia,
que la brillantez del sol refleje tu dulce esencia,
cuando podrá mi corazón ver la alegría eterna?
-Solem Nocte Infinitus-
What Shall He Be?Oh what shall he be - the one to steal my heart?
Many a man is there in this vast world,
But what sort should I desire?
My sisters have oft said to see him in my thoughts.
To know him there and appease my dreams.
I am slow to act, for what reality could compare to a woman's dream?
But, alas, I do believe
That even I find myself dreaming of him now and again.
And so you ask, what sort of man is he?
Well listen close, for here I shall tell of what sort he would be:
He should be tall and graceful, elegant and fair;
With sweet golden locks of his curly hair.
And have blue eyes that sparkle in the light
Of the sun, bright, as does his smile shine.
His tender words and gentle touch
Would so sooth my heart and troubled mind.
His strong arms would hold me fast in the darkest nights
And chase away my fears 'til dawn.
His sweet lips would kiss me tenderly, lovingly just so.
He would have a heart of pure gold, and be loyal and good.
And looking into his eyes, he would see my soul
And I, giving my
Fantasia y RealidadFantasía y Realidad
Junto al sol y bajo las estrellas,
yo te grabo en mi corazón,
pensando en tus labios y en tu voz,
que en todo momento me llenan de amor.
Tú, amor mío, tú, la esencia de mi fuerza,
la meta de mis sueños, tú, niña y mujer eterna,
quimera de penas, de recuerdos y tristezas,
tú, risa de mi alma, esmeralda de rosas cubierta.
Tatuadas están tus caricias en mi piel,
y en mi interior la flama de tu pasión,
unidas, nuestras almas en paz cabalgan,
por océanos de cristales y verdes estrellas.
Fuego, ardor y sangre con furia de amor,
así se encuentran nuestros corazones de fervor,
siempre con ropajes de eternas llamas y calor,
en un universo de fantasía y realidad en colisión.
Te amo con la eterna flama amada mía,
te extraño y te quiero con la luz del sol, Yadira.
Sabes que soy el árbol que crece por ti,
la luna que brilla noche a noche en tu inte
They Told HimThey told him not to love the Moon
Told him that she was a fickle thing
Told him that she would change every month
Until she disappeared from thee
They told him not to curse the Sun
Told him that he was the source of life
Told him that he would stay constant each year
Until the end of days was nigh
They told him to forget the Moon
Told him that she was not his
Told him that she belonged to another
That her very source of light came from him
They told him to thank the Sun
Told him that he kept the Moon safe
Told him that he treated her fairly
And that he would not make her a disgrace
They told him these things
Spoke adamantly about them
They prayed he'd see otherwise
But instead he rejected them
So to this day he stands
Staring at the fickle Moon
Cursing the bright lit Sun
And wondering why he, a Star
Could not love the Moon too
A Measured Love
A Measured Love
She asked how much did he love her?
He answered in a loud cry
To offer at her feet the moon and the stars
To adorn her of all the beautiful flowers in the world
And to woo her each day with love songs that he made
He then asked her how much did she love him?
She fell quiet and thought for a time
Touched his face and put his hand over her beating heart
I love you as the sun sets to let the moon rise
I love you as my heart beats to give me life
And I love you as every breath I do not take, but I would give to you
April 18, 2014
I won't forgetI will always remember
you quietly waiting in the corridors
and opening doors for me to pass through
you drifting in and out of office spaces
and as we walked with matching paces
your smile would quietly etch itself into my memories
of what we were when we were not together.
I will always remember the feelings I wanted to forget
as I walked the limits of darkness every night,
my loneliness like a silhouette
that knew no respite
from the resounding cries
of the kookaburras in the trees
weeping for the heart that wanted to be free
to be with the you
who could not be with me.
I will always remember the voice inside my head
uttering a love that could not be said
across the oceans and the miles
that stretched like a chasm before us
but it was never a distance we did not surmount--
each night a transgression of space and time,
a compression of our imaginations and our minds.
I will never forget these slivers of a past
that used to haunt us with the pain of our non-existence
in a reality we'd
My Dream WorldMy Dream World
Written By : Lobo Di Noccento
Written ON : 1/23/2011
The Day My Poem was written
Sunday Morning at 3am
Daytime sky is of a Soft and Gentle
Vanilla and A Sun of Dark Azure.
Not expectant of what we know...
at least what we know for sure.
The Oceanic Waters are of a Crimson Hue;
with Foam of a Deep Amathyst Imbue.
The Tides Crash upon windswept shores
of a silvering white and a ambering gold
and every piece of silicon and sand
has within it a new dream that someone
shall unfold and behold.
Within this water is aquatic life
that is unlike our own as it reinforces
every joint,muscle fiber,tissue,cartilidge and bone.
The water here is really great for our human blood;
As it revitalizes and enriches it with all that
we get depleated of.
All of The Tree's Bark and Roots are of
a Dark Earthy Brown with a Slight Hue of Gray;
The Leaves are of Mamalade Orange
and Laced with fine lines of Magenta for display.
The Grass is of Hazel,Lavendar and White;
The Breeze smells of Jasmine an
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