Forever Reminiscent E-Book

Nino Azcuy

• Herausgeber: BookRix
• Kategorie: Poesie und Drama
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2017

Beschreibung

From the author of "Heart of A Lion" and "Chasing Sanity" comes inspirational and spiritual poetry for everyone. Enjoy. I hope that you can at least read several of these poems, and feel connected. I want you to feel rejuvinated. 

Leseprobe

Nino Azcuy

Forever Reminiscent

To God, and to my mother and father. BookRix GmbH & Co. KG81371 Munich

Chapter One

Forever Reminiscent

A Poetry Book

By

Nino Azcuy

To my old friends and family….

You betrayed me so many times I lost count.

I’ve done better on my own.

Thank you for this inspiration.

Thank you for hurting me.

Most poets don’t know it

Most artists don’t show it

Most people can’t hold it

Most adults, they outgrow it.

If you have it, don’t blow it

Fascination plus imagery…

Equals imagination, creativity.

No one has ever loved me.

Just obsessed or attached

But I was restless, detached.

& never honest…

So how I can I blame them?

Those beautiful women…

She’s very depressed

Her body won’t rest

My love she detests,

And my body she rejects.

This love I protect, seems stuck in these webs.

As we both get undressed

I see cuts on her chest

Not from a knife this time;

but from me.

I guess we’ll just fuck,

& hope this band-aids enough.

Don’t confuse these views

As some sign of defeat

I am no longer weak…

I have regained my feet

I spit some blood from these teeth.

The first books didn’t sell oh well…

& I’m still unwell.

What did I do?

I just learned how to lose…

Inspiration and love?

That stuff’s not enough!

You must kill all your doubt

As the chemicals surround,

they are dragging me down.

Is this depression or a lesson?

This psychological guessing

Let’s jump in together,

into black and red weather.

It’s time to end this, my dangerous fetish.

I pray the clouds clear.

Crawling like locusts

I cannot lose focus.

I prayed for opportunity,

based off their scrutiny

What hatred can do to me.

This strength here is new to me.

These true rhymes were glued to me,

This beautiful curse, is a studio hearse

A model for a funeral…

But I swear life is beautiful

As I’m biting bleeding cuticle’s,

I’m imagining musicals

A beautiful story, that God has written for me.

I can feel myself losing, my throat closes proving…

That I hear demons whisper

While I’m dreaming just to kiss her, again.

I see a pair of scissors, to cut out all the lizards.

Do you see them too? Is this hallucination true?

I think I’m bleeding, I’m screaming, trying to flee a feeling.

There is no escape, I fear it’s too late.

This brain has made its fate. When did we get raped?

Now I feel insane,

& finally accepted it.

I can never be the same.

Am I still in love with her?

If not, then why do I come to her?

She’s been gone a long time,

but that girl is still mine.

She doesn’t pick up the phone, so I can never go home.

I don’t know where to go.

As I look to the past she’s all I want back.

All I’d retract, is letting love from my grasp.

If home is where the heart is,

then my soul stayed in August.

Do you know what it’s like?

In the dead of the night,

to see the end of your life, flash twice in your eyes?

To stand top of the heights, then land on a knife.

You can feel the blade slice, these papercuts to the mind.

To see the world then go blind…

At the ends your mind, & at the edge of a kind.

Only darkness you’ll find.

Am I some sort of genius, or a lunatic hedonist?

You will hear the scream in us!