I tell myself
keep your head up
birds fly
because it's their destiny
and you don't have to
If you don't want to
still I was invited once
and I was trying
but I
don't belong there
and I don't know whether I will
try again
all the essential things
you can't whisper to
the left ear
that plays a blind eye
or to the right ear
that does not want
to hear
all the essential things
can't be understood
if for some they're
irrelevant
at that moment
redundant and
incomprehensible
all the important things
take time
and there's no time
nobody has time
time is in cahoots
with the bad guys
although
in the end
it belongs only
to the free birds
while we remain
grounded
and built in with
bricks
in a timeless world
busy and
isolated
we walk nervously
on the thin
wires
lost within ourselves
and we can't find the way
out
© Tom Del Braco
some people know how to make others believe
some people know how to make others believe
and that's why they are
dangerous
sometimes they're hard
to spot at first but
mostly always
the signs are undeniable once
they uncover themselves
you can call them
what you want but mostly
they're known as
ass kissers or
butt lickers
and they can be anywhere
in your classroom
at your work
name it
disguised as someone
you can trust, someone
with the mask of
confidence and
that's the irony
some people know how to make others believe
that's why they're dangerous
once they gain your trust
they'll crawl under your skin
power trip is a damned thing
in the hands of the weak minded
and you won't know it until
you find their knife stabbed in
your back
but be rest assured
karma always
and I mean
always
finds the way
to get
even the most
experienced ones
yes, sometimes
I do hope
life can surprise us
with a fair game
to even things up
©Tom Del Braco
sunny
autumn
afternoon
in that
distant
incomplete time
situated between the
truth
depressive thoughts
and nothing.
I can't move
neither left
nor
right
neither back
nor
forward
so I wait
for someone's
touch
of
understanding,
at least
an occasional
sign
of goodness
to be gifted
with
strength
to jump over the
snakes
with a simple
strategy
that
small dose
of
Poetry.
© Tom Del Braco
tensions
they move
around us
and then
they ridicule
our existence
to the borderline
of drabness
set on
blood
frequency
they haunt us
above our heads
in that third
dimension of
collective madness
tensions
with a flash of thunder
like a
game of charades
they create too much
out of
nothing
as a
passing fad
of manipulation
as a
phantom reaction
to the system of
democracy.
© Tom Del Braco
