Undeniably denied.

it seeps from the grounds below our feet
and sinks into my very soul
and mirrors fog, the windows stain
from wretched pistol smoke

my, what fine things you have, she says
they sparkle, then shine, they do
it glares from ahead, looking bright with deceit
time to sound the alarms, time to dread

the shudders, are loud
can't you hear them so clear?
the shiver is following now

as i ask what you see
can't you feel? can't you read?
it's all a joke for no one can perceive

your strut is a farce
your face, how you glimmer
with sadness and plenty of lies

a tower of power
with weakening beams
that threaten to crash down on you

my stomach it turns with a rage that consumes
overpowering all that can be, all is true
and no matter, no use in denying this toll
you succumb to which ever reaction it brings

all pretend and ambition with false parting words
no use trying to play parts with compassion
it's a dance here you see, weaving in, sometimes out
and i've stopped prancing in these distractions.

no more time here or there
can't forgive, you're all bare
time to go, time to leave it behind

it's a lie, i feel sick
it's abuse, call it quits
can't control, it's all me, not this time

how i feel, doesn't matter
how you feel, go to hell
couldn't care, it's a fact who you are

cannot hide all those reasons
show it loud, shout your pride
it's a shame how you toss it about

still i walk away wounded from battles that never were
and never will, never have and never shall be
it is a door kept ajar.. but was never meant to open
so, shut it now... and seal it closed once and for all

felt like the sickening sound of scraping nails against the board
and every pain and every hurt, it all the time was always mine
and never once was it a concern that came within an inch of you
so leave it be.. i'll slide away.... and fade away from this old story.

[ ~G.B ]

Come un soffio di vento

Vorrei passare nel mondo
come un soffio di vento
che accarezza la vita:
senza farsi notare,
senza fare rumore,
solo farsi sentire.

Penetrare nel cuore
dove l'uomo non muore
e nascondersi là:
per godere l'amore,
poi un raggio di sole
là nell'intimità.

E cantare sui prati
sussurrando agli uccelli:
io t'invidio lo sai
per la tua libertà.
E sentirmi volare
proprio dove mi pare
per toccare il mio cielo
e arrivare di là.

Vorrei passare nel mondo
come un soffio di vento
che accarezza i bambini:
far sentire la brezza
di un mattino diverso
in un mondo che muore.

Camminare e parlare
della vita e di tutto
e giocare anche un po':
ed in fondo t'accorgi
che un bambino t'insegna
ciò che tu non sai più.

E cantare sui prati
sussurrando agli uccelli:
io t'invidio lo sai
per la tua libertà.
E sentirmi volare
proprio dove mi pare
per toccare il mio cielo
e arrivare di là.

Vorrei passare nel mondo
come un soffio di vento
che va verso il Signore:
spalancare la vita
sull'eterno presente
che riempie il mio cuore.

Io mi sento disperso
nell'amore di Dio
che non finirà più:
ogni istante è una vita
che io sento infinita,
il mio soffio sei tu.

E cantare sui prati
sussurrando agli uccelli:
io t'invidio lo sai
per la tua libertà.
E sentirmi volare
proprio dove mi pare
per toccare il mio cielo
e arrivare di là...

[ Giosy Cento ]

I'm just a fish in your ocean.

i swam in the deep.. i swam far and long
i swam til the shore was so lost and so gone
i swam fairly quickly, i swam out to you
for it's all i could see and the one thing i knew
there's no shaking this off, it's here til the end
so i'll swim til tomorrow as i still will pretend
that i can't feel the pull of the ocean so deep
nor the lights from within that forever will keep
me coming up for air when i can't seem to think
and if i stop swimming now, i will most surely sink
so, on i will swim til i get there one day
when there's not that much more of which i can say
and until it will tire and there's visible land
i will swim here forever and crisscross the sand
with words of mere passion that fill up my head
and i'll sit here and scribble down my thoughts instead

i swam far away from the one that i had
i swam even though it would make me so sad
i teetered and tottered for great lengths on this line
and gave up so easily what for always was mine
but there's no lifeboat here that's far out in this sea
no ships, nor a raft that will come and save me
not a lighthouse in sight that can show me the way
all these waves and bad waters keep the saviors at bay
stick to land where it's safer and dryer my friend
stay to glamour and skylights of city's of trend
keep to shallows and maybe's of graceful display
that never will smudge and that never will fray
yet i swim with this weight of what's real here within
and i'll always have light from the moon when it's dim
i swam out for days and i'll swim, though i tire..
i'll swim til the end of this bright burning fire.

~G.B

Forgotten Blues.

seems like impossibility
there's nothing i can see
as if i'm never free
of what is meant to be

it gets me every time
losing out with every rhyme
and it feels like such a crime
but forever it is mine

and back the same way
growing stronger with each day
and there's nothing more to say
still it's dim and very grey

but it's not how i would choose
when it's both of us who lose
and we're singing tired blues
of yesterday's forgotten news

La Farsa.

As solid as it may seem to you
He stood tall; he stood still; he stood proud.
With wit and charm, standing out from the crowd
Promising excitement and something so new.

Though is what you see something true?
Cuz it's not the same once you've turned around
And what's said low is not what's said loud
And you're left sitting pondering it through.


Can we start to believe all that we see
It never was real; not here and not now
But we choose to go on and pretending it all

And we'll never be over and never be free
By the way we continued with this furrowed brow
And we throw ourselves down and continue to fall.

[ G.B - October 31st, 2008. ]

Pathetic and Ruined.

A long awaited curtain call, that brushes past my feet
The crowd’s applause so loud and fierce it’s stinging in my ears
The lights go dim around us all as people start to leave
And so here ends the final scene of this extensive spun off plot.


A masterpiece of great proportions this play was set to be
Full of twists and turns of every kind that set the stage ablaze
Of ever going, never showing, always fleeing heroine
Cast parallel to the antagonist in this tale of dying glory.


What started out so sweetly in the age of lure and innocence
Began on shattered glass and lies that never ceased to wound us
No honesty and mucho distrust that loomed above like threatening clouds
The tone was set profoundly in the very first act, since the very first scene.


They circled around each other... sometimes here, sometimes there
Causing major rifts; predicaments. Many obstacles… dilemmas.
The ties that bind, the lies that blind that encompass our two players
Are what bore them down into the ground until that final hour.


The heroine was set to run off with mighty steed and stable
But alas the fellow counterpart has long since lost his story.
Desires and ambitions have all fallen short and deflated
And whimsical melodic dreams have now soured and disabled.


What’s seemingly initially a fiery fight to venture into
Is quickly turned into a night of frantic loss and derangement
that lulls you into limbo with hypnosis and deceit
and chances of survival or escape are much too late


When smiles fall too quickly and land on uneven grounds
They’re left alone to spoil and rot and whither away to die
And bubbles of grace and amour from clouds that float above
burst sharply, cold and thunderously amidst the stagnant draft.


What is one and what is two never go hand in hand
Even still if the fit is most even and quite perfectly entwined,
Cuz if one is much alive and still thriving on ahead,
then the two cannot compete with its simple structured vision.


If it’s sterile and expired with a spirit that’s left dying
on the floor of this merciful play that’s exhausted past the hours
Then what point is there to try and revive what’s been decayed
and left lying there to rot with dismay, revolt and disdain.


With the chemistry correct you would think it was magic
How the effects and explosions were set up on this stage
But how things all wound up really do seem quite tragic
Better left said and done when there’s just no more to manage.


But a shadow overcomes our antagonist strutting on stage
And the plot turns to damaged, hostility and rage
First it’s ups. Then it’s downs. Then it’s most always in betweens.
Of a heroine left to struggle; left to fend for her own ways.


Not worth the effort to consume, and less than ever to refuse
To take a part of all that’s game.. when all in all.. it’s still the same
The antagonist has no will to share nor patience to include
He pulls the strings just how he dares, with lack of any sense or care.


A dying man of many gifts. Abundant full of hordes of treasures
Which were once so valued highly; part of her most greatest pleasures
A firmly planted stone; a statue.. with cracks so far within
It’s always been a misconception of the bond that locked us in.


No longer standing strong and full, it’s emptied to the bottom
The luster has diminished now and treasures have been broken
The gifts and pleasures too are gone, all fading into blackness
Succumbing to that inner void has taken all its riches.


As blank as a canvas, all barren and stale, hung upon your very wall
That can be painted any which way depending on the stray he sees that day
No volume left, nothing to see. Not one more thing to spare
It’s all been gone. No soul to sell when your life’s in one big drought.

So you turn to the gains, the sweet pleasures that sing
Though most temporary, they will suffice for some time
And you cling to what brings, sunny sides for a day
And the nights still will leave you in cold sweating darkness.


So you take what consumes, all what’s left there to burn
Though not much, it’s a high when you feel it
And it’s taken quite some time, to forget all your lies
Still you try to wash it over with disinterest and impartialness.


But all’s hidden inside, buried deep down within
In the caskets of your most central labyrinths
That you dare not peek in. You will dare not return
You will dare not reopen such madness.


Better closed off and bare. Paste a smile and be still
Better party away all your actions.
‘Til tomorrow one day.. doesn’t matter this way
All he sees is another distraction.


And yet this parade still does come to a final deadly draw
On a night of bitter passion left to dry up on the walls
Mistrust, distrust, no trust and mere illusions painted thick
Have strangled, suffocated and hung this flame out to dry.


Much better love for her to find is what he claimed so high
Erasing all you’ve planted here and quickly hit rewind
They’ll plague his final day, he says… but we all know the truth
Of mindful games and awful ways he’s used to bait his dames.


No more of this. It’s dead and done. It’s over, gone away.
She’s free of all that’s clouded her for a decade past and lost.
A shame to see the show turn this way, a severe and harsh defeat
Of a movie role that played so sweet to life’s own music sheet..


So long, farewell, auf Wiedersehen, goodbye... adieu. Adieu.
The time has come to roll the credits, cut and roll this reel
The cast is tired, all scenes are done and the way has just been found
As the heroine waltzes past the dark and heads straight towards much better earth.

We would like to thank all audiences and members of this fanfare
Who contributed and who sang along us as we tired and drew out the fights
It was long and was hard and incredible though drawn out far too long in the end
And became quite a bore, and turned into a snore.. most predictable in its own way


No regrets of her acting, no resentments and hashing
Just a slate that’s wiped clean and made bare
With a chin held up high, and a soul that burns bright
Better roles up ahead she will find to fulfill.

Time to turn in the script, burn it down and retire
It’s a melodramatic tale, nothing left to admire
When it’s wasted and used, all is seen, nothing’s new
Time to wait on what’s better, and not partial and bruised.


As we bow down our heads, for that one final time
Last call here. it’s the end of the road now for some
Let us curtsy and wave as we make our grand exit
This fervent theatrical performance is undoubtedly permanently over.



Fin.

[ ~ G.B ~ '09 ]

quanto tempo perso dietro a lui.

Mi dispiace devo andare via
Ma sapevo che era una bugia
Quanto tempo perso dietro a lui
Che promete poi non cambia mai
Strani amori mettono nei guai
Ma in realtà siamo noi

E quante notti perse a piangere
Rileggendo quelle lettere
Che non riesci più a buttare via
Dal labirinto della nostalgia
Grandi amori che finiscono
Ma perché restano, nel cuore

Mi dispiace devo andare via
Questa volta lo promesso a me
Perché ho voglia di un amore vero
Senza te...



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