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April 21, 2022 / Samuel DiPaola

The Beach

And she slipped her hand in mine,
as the water flowed forth,
washing us back in time,
through a sea of dreams.
And we were as children,
digging for clams,
playing naked along the beach.

May 18, 2011

April 20, 2022 / Samuel DiPaola

No One Knew

I died the other day
But no one knew
Birds sang morning praise
Sun proceeded on
Shadows rode the gentle slope
Hammer fell on steel – CLANG
And rabbits run

I died the other day
But no one knew
Time proceeded on
Grass grew long
Wind and trees played company
Sang a hollow tune
A moment of surrender

I died the other day
But no one knew
Lightness of being
Soul proceeded on
If heaven grants you access
Pleasantly decline
For solitude and peace

April 18, 2022 / Samuel DiPaola

Harmony

Sunlight streams through
Open window
Shines on your hair
Curve of your neck
I lick it off
The taste of
Harmony

April 12, 2022 / Samuel DiPaola

Simulation

my friends are mannequins
my life, a simulation
all dressed up, nowhere to go
never initiate conversation
expect me to take the first step
complain they are not getting enough support
window dressing
not much for small talk
incapable of movement
my friends are mannequins
my life, a simulation

March 20, 2022 / Samuel DiPaola

Suffocation

If your love was required for the air I breathe
then I can only hope for quick suffocation.

March 20, 2022 / Samuel DiPaola

Wound

standing in
the silence
of the day
I cross the
line between
happiness
and pain
unaware
of my care
she remains
a wound which
shall never
know comfort

February 5, 2022 / Samuel DiPaola

Release Me

The restlessness of spirit
wanting to take flight.
Trapped in a prison of flesh,
now in need of rest.
Surrounded by mediocrity
veiled in gold.
None too clever,
certificates grow old.
Will not bring comfort in the cold.
Release me!
Release me!
And kiss the rising sun
as one.

January 16, 2022 / Samuel DiPaola

Immortality

Why are people dying?
Apparently,
all these drug commercials I see,
have people living
immortality.

January 11, 2022 / Samuel DiPaola

The Apple Tree

I walk the Royal forest
and see the apples down.
Rot and worms and nibbles
scattered all around.
I ask a bird to marry me
and sit upon a tree.
The fragments of my broken life
scattered before me.
The tree is shook –
by some clever crook –
and we come tumbling down.

December 31, 2021 / Samuel DiPaola

Shadows of my Dreams

She watches
from the shadows of my dreams
and cries.
Lost in a fog of regret.
Never to fly.