The Poetry Of...
Vince Gullaci....................................................
THE TRAIN OF THOUGHT
To the end
reckless
to an extreme
don't blame
fantasies or dreams
what you embrace
for dear life
as if it was
the holy grail
to happiness
and not a path
that leads
astray.
TWILIGHT
The long gone down
sun's
last rays
burnt memories
on now cooling embers
of fading light
the past
finally
bid me
goodnight.
OUR GLOBE
My father's house
of as many rooms
as color the desires
we are the applauder
of sad songs
and the merciless lion
of the Serengeti
all have to be
reconciled.
