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Poetry by Antonio Sorcini
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I NEED TO BE WITH SPIRITS © I know the need to be with spirits remembering always what they said and how they said it. I wish them now when my heart is weak longing even for those I didn’t know. I beckon moments that never were and eyes and lips that saw and kissed when I wasn’t there. I step so lightly on paths they walk and pensively recall words that drift just above my head. With comfort relaxed and in soft voice we speak of sorrows, pains, regrets and love. I am like the smoke not occupying space but being space traveling with the sun’s winds. To stand beside the lives I didn’t know sharing life and the labor of their passion. No wondering where I exist now --- perhaps in a life that is yet to kiss, to share your love and life. I need to be with spirits remembering always who I was and that I was here with you.
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How Blessed is our Spot How blessed is our spot in Time that you were me And I shared the same to be for now. You swayed great humor in voice loud and not afraid And walked discovery to beyond crumbling precipice. Now blessed and sculpted cold but warm in our hearts Perfumed for voyage, volleys announce your way. Let the stars light destiny and strips count loves and hands touch what went unsaid. Blessed is our spot in Time and blessed is the Time we shared. For now hold my hand and let our love lead the way to discoveries paths And your voice shall lead ours. For now we know-blessed is our spot in time and our love forever more. |
THE FINAL ACT OF COURAGE With full knowledge and experience yet wincing at options evaluated, words echo in my brain becoming interventions of a deity proficient in avoiding mortal pain. The objective is clear strengthen with honor and little glory save my own pride seeking not to probe the beast yet move it where it will not go. I sharpen my tongue its blade honed on the souls of those that came before me, now lost and explaining all to God. With determination and no expression I step forward, evaluated by my opponent, I find my position lost, I am lost. Still with no hesitation my soul is committed, forward I march forward launching insults, contempt, curses and I present my heart with courage for all and with courage I am killed.
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