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borderline angelic

by

Luigi Lalumia

was she brought to for a reason?
in some past life was i a wretch to be given a second chance?
to be blessed with this woman to have by my side
through this life
it almost seems planned
this beautiful light in my life shows me myself
almost daily damn it
she see's inside me
amazingly she see in me what i have not done yet
she challenges the worst in me
right in front of me ly the bones of what i pretend to vail
behind a shroud of sarcasm and fear
she helps me to understand
sometimes loud
sometimes soft
all the time to the end
lately...
i look into her eyes of blue
tiny pools of black
to try and see into her
as she does me
i cannot
in time i will
she is a teacher...
borderline angelic
heavenly she is
sent to me i believe
i await and cherish everymoment we share together
i wish for you when we are apart

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kiss the sunshine

by

Luigi Lalumia

kiss the sunshine
it kisses back - warm
to stand eyes closed, mind open,head back
you are held captive by mother earths floral fragrance
flowery chains
a tangerine sun pinkish in glow
gently wakes her childeren
their colorful faces turn to the east
tears stream down their petals as they greet the morning light
each drop on wildflower,jasmine and rosepetal is for a brief shinning time
a perfume to be worn to a early morning party
rejoicing as plantlife know
it only may be a short one
in the brief time the blossom lives it does not hold back
it knows no shyness
you see all it has to offer
beautiful or not
the breath of the early morn is filled with jasmine,honeysuckle,and wildflower
intoxicating - igniting all the senses

kiss the sunshine - it kisses back - warm

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come winter

by

Luigi Lalumia

i am so tired of being beat
this damn sun
it's shinning, yellow, glaring, heat
i long for dead leaves dying in color

this chunk of dried, broken dirt
repulses me
dusty, flat suburbia is so
not beautiful
ruts and fumes and track homes

the big bad wolf
where are you?
are you holding old man winter at gun point?

dark and grey
soft formations above head
smooth as frosting in the sky

the cold wind pushes liquid from my eye
it forms a stream but i do not wipe
i let it trickle, tickle
down my cheek, it finds my ear

why won't the earth turn enough and away
from that bastard in the middle?
cold northern
bring me the breath of a snow cap
shoot your freezing blue arrows my way

the weather man is the messenger
he is the knock at my door
bearing the bad news
everyday this pint sized satan
hands me a hot plate, hot tip, hot time

please bring me the words of 30, 40, 50,even 60
let the door open
i welcome a thick, cold gust

i am trying
trying to write my way out
of this wrong
state i'm in

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Bucket

by

Luigi Lalumia

These letters are my tears
they fall to the paper and form words to spell my fears
they will invade your mind and ears
listen...

Inside i feel an overflowing
the rushing feeling pours from my heart, my soul
there is a empty bucket somewhere near my pain
i could fill it over and over and over again
with wishful thoughts and hopeful dreams

However there is a whole in this bucket
created by the red and rusty corrosion of reality
this hole it seems
is on the seams of my life
threatening to burst my world

Quit stareing at me
look away
the darkness upon me is less apparent to you
than to myself

The blackhearted, ludicrise, bantering eyes of shit luck are fixed on me

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Heart

by

Luigi Lalumia

My heart is for three
then there is thee
when all are joined
there is power times four

Our hearts are tied by acts of love
our souls united
by the Lord above

Rush...RushRush
I step off the spinning top
to catch myself staring at them
the little things they do
for that moment all is still in my world
peace...
they are so beautiful nothing could compare

For these gifts that surround me
i am aware
my wife, my daughter, my heir
gentle eyes shine back at me
unknowing how deep my love for them is

I just..Can't.. Stop..Long Enough
so enjoy all you can

Ha..HaHaHa
Their laughter is a song

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DINNER

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Luigi Lalumia

As I stand outside myself
I am looking at us at the dinner table

Clockwise

The table is round, plates round, cups round, serving dishes - round
we're all joined together around this roundness

One starts the prayer
the other chimes in
then finishes the end
with "Amen" we begin

"How was your day?" is exchanged
"This is good mama."
now everything is rearranged

When we meet at our eating
it makes times flight -
not so fleeting

Laughing about our life
serious talk -
lessons to learn
"Please pass the knife."

This is wonderful
all of us here

Not many things are as clear

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Garden Life

by

Luigi Lalumia

Our garden
Our family garden
is our world we borne

Boundried by only what our hands have not touched
what our minds eye has yet to see

The garden has life
we give it
it thanks us, not in words
but in ways gardens do

It's smile is color, smell and demention
the garden speaks in ways only life givers hear
sometimes softly -
as the wind translates silent stillness
into rhythmic sways of song and dance

In other ways it speaks of wisdom
the youngest seedling has known since creation
"your work is hard, but will not go unrewarded."

The garden is born
it eats and drinks
it has tempers only life givers understand and sooth

The garden teaches us to care
effortlessly it gives back

The garden dies
only to teach one more lesson
one more voice
"your work is hard, but will not go unrewarded."

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Twisted Beauty

by

Luigi Lalumia

As I stand here on the wet and soggy ground
my feet are merely on top
yours go so far down

As I look at you
you go in all directions
always staying in one place
red cardinals and black crows call you home

You are one on the bottom
then split in two
the bark you wear is tough
during harsh winters and brutal summers
it gets you through

You are twisted beauty
brown - black - mossy green

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LIMB

by

Luigi Lalumia

Grey,cool and damp
the cold wind burns my cheeks
the fog was to thick to cut
the Sun had no chance
wet drops glistened and formed a chain of diamonds
that hand from the limbs
signs of falls last dance

The sounds of barking dogs and honking geese
fill the trees
the last of the leaves at the tip top
see everything
waving in the wind
hangin on with one finger

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the dot.com that stole Christmas

by

Luigi Lalumia

Where is Christmas
is it in your heart
is it in your wallet
we buy and buy
where should true giving start

It should be in a act
something said
not measured by the count of packages

The green of holly and mistle toe
is replaced by a large amount of spent doe
The red of the mangers glow
is given up to the blood
of freshly punched nose

We should celebrate a birth
not 50 percent off
there is no need
want is now first

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Road Work

by

Luigi Lalumia

I can see Sandy's cat-like smile
she wore it like a child
a child who has just outsmarted you at your own game
Sandy's bite was as bad as her bark
a true friend knows though
underneath was a golden heart

Selfishly I cry
I prayed for Sandy's good health everyday
I could have done more than I did
I prayed in my car on the way to work
that the Lord would touch her
that he would keep her close to His heart the day he took

In retrospect, on this day after Sandy has passed
each prayer I prayed set a brick in the wall I built everyday
the wall eased My mind
I never saw it was getting big enough to hide behind
I hoped, I believed with my heart and my prayers
I would make the cancer go away
It did not, I did not
make the cancer go away

The wall was supported by fear
My fear of death
of what to say to a dying friend
the wall crumbled this day
now it is clear

It is prayer that builds the foundation
loving actions are the bricks
strength to hold the suffering is the morter
words and thoughts and prayers alone build a wall
"I love you." and "Let met take your hand."
transform the wall into a road
a road to internal and eternal peace

What do you say to a dying friend
today and for life I have learned
you say everything
until the end

Charge On in the memory of Sandra Hudson.

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Good Night Summer

by

Luigi Lalumia

Falls finger tips brush cool air
Through Summers burning blonde hair
Cooling her heated head
Fall is gently whispering "It's time,it's time."
Summer fights to stay
While she glares like the sun she is
Her back is betrayed
Roots and ground grow cold
Summers fight will to grow old

There are not complete writings. Only beginnings.

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9/14/99

by

Luigi Lalumia

Cheeze sandwiches by the pool
Pastrami and 12 grain bread
Each bite of mayonaise is exchanged from bread to mouth to face

The begging pooch is at bay by there feet
Staring with bulging, wanting eyes
His tounge hanging counter-clockwise from his opened jaw
Almost two times the length of his snout
Drool - drip dropping a pool of his own

After the brief feast the lonley crumb laten plate
Await's it's trashy fate
Was it hungry too?

Hold your breath now
Swimming is the only bearable thing to do in this heat
Like noodles in boiling water
They flip and turn and splash
Soon they will be overcooked
Complaining of lack of something

Dodging dead bugs and lucky leaves
Playing with the memory they make
Wrapping it in sun block
To be opened in the dead of winter's snap
years from now

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Especially For You

by

Luigi Lalumia

Pureness and innocent
Take what has been given to you
Use your love to find another
Use your charm and beauty to lure
Use your kindness and laughter to spoil your pain and displeasure
Now dry your tears
Nothing is clear
Through salt and water

Turn your head away from the knight
The shackles that you burden have set you free
The incandescent glow of your heart will be your light
A shine that shames a king's largest jewel
The ghost of the past is who you will fool

Your journey needs no compass
North so true will come to you
There is strength in who you are
Believe in yourself
We that surround you do
Believe in you

For now visit the tranquil pool within
Slip out of your soul shoes to rest
This road has come to an end
This time is gone
Others will come
You will need to be ready

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The Gate

by

Luigi Lalumia

My dearest heart
Your body is pleasing to my eye
I must confess-
I have a fleshy desire
I love the way your body forms a hour glass
Please never leave my sight
For days, months and years
I could watch the hours pass

I am so distracted with the thought of you
I sruggle - I fight to no avail
I cannot concetrate on what I am supposed to do
Your lips have now entered the scene
When our lips meet
It feels as if you drink of me
So perfectly formed
Red and full
Yor lips invite me to stay
I will always stay

Forever I am drawn to you
In body, mind and soul
You complete me
Completly
In body, mind and soul
I am captured by your essense
I reach for you
You are my vine
You are my vine
You are my vine
My beautiful vine

Your bouquet fills my head
Your scent arouses my bodily appitite for you
I can taste you while I kiss the back of your neck
You turn your head to the left
Giving way to the nape

It is the gate
That guards your beautiful mounds
My mouth crashes through
Flooding the valley betwix the two
With kisses and humming and breath

I slowly slip off the tip
The pounding of your heart
Is a rapid beat in my ear

Thyne eyes are closed
They need not be open
To enjoy the view
Rather I feel my way through
With lips and mouth

Farther,
Farther,
Still Farther
I continue South

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Ognora Innamorato

by

Luigi Lalumia

H ow long I've loved you
A nniversaries mark the time
P eople are in awe as they view the
P ower of love I hold for
Y ou

V alentines
A nd
L ove letters
E ndearingly I want to touch your heart
N ever damming the stream of passionate effection
T o which fills me
I nside - Overflowing the banks of tender passion - I
N avigate to the safe harbor of your rapture
E verlasting is my love for you
S tars will lose their light before i am through loving you

D earest heart
A day without
Y ou - Is a day without beauty or love

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Jolted

by

Luigi Lalumia

Half crying - Half barking
The coyotes shook me out of my slumber
Nothing could have been more jolting
It compared to a clap of thunder
I rose out of bed as fast as I could
My eyes could not focus as quickly as they should
My ears and the coyotes led me to the windows

The barking and crying triggered an image in my head
Not so many months ago i found my cat dead
Autumn was mauled - bitten into
Committed in the heat of battle
It was the act of a blood thirsty animal

>From that very spot the gruesome incident occured
The growling and scuffeling could be heard

As this scene replayed through my mind
I thought of the other one's the dead one left behind
Were they alright?
I stumbled as I made it to the windows
My fingers fumbled the edge of the stubborn shade
My breath was held
There was a pounding in my throat

I exhaled as they ran aimlessly into the night
Without purpose -
Without fright
The sound of the snapping and howling ran on down the road

I stared out the window
Into the pumpkin colored light
My left hand was resting on the wall
So was my nose

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Sit In The Sun

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Luigi Lalumia

Sit in the Sun
A friend told me
As I sit here
I feel the Suns light hold me

The Suns continuos flow of light
Runs through my body and mind
The Suns way of saying
Everything is alright

I am breathing slower now
In 1 2 3
Out 1 2 3

When my eyes are closed
The Sunlight ignites a tiny firework show
To brighten the night inside me

The Sun is the Earth's Mother
Our Mother too
Like Mothers do
She does all she can
Against a canvas of blue

Are you under the weather
Sit in the Sun
A friend told me
You'll feel better

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Dance Your Dream

by

Luigi Lalumia

Dance to the beat within your soul
You clap your hands
Your feet keep time
You are a body of rythm

I picture the smile on your face
Your smile reflects the glow
of your eye's shaped like cat's eyes
Elegant are the moves that you make to match

A pinch of jazzy
A smigine of saucy
More than an ounce of sassy
Overall totaly classy

In front of a crowd
Your dancing makes them loud
I wonder-
Do you see our wonder
As you cast your ryhmic spell
At your command
You bring us back to reality
With a perfectly timed heel

It's obvious you are dancing your dream
The way your hands push air
There is no fear in the steps you take
Your confidence is clear

On a cloud up there
Your mother has the best seat
I know she's smiling back at you
She must be very proud
We are too

Dance -
Keep dancing
You move
Not only yourself
You move
Everyone that watches you

It is a beautiful thing
To see you
Dancing your dream

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Goodnight Moon

by

Luigi Lalumia

Goodnight moon
as you slip behind the roof
only a chip could be seen
a second later
you were completly through

Gone back to bed
the light is on now
rest your head now
but you never do

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Jack

by

Luigi Lalumia

like a child i reach
for what i do not know
hollow like a carved jack-o-latern
my guts are thrown in a pan
salted and fried

torture me i like it
see my toothy smile
what a front line
your can't penotrate it
squeeze me i ooze like no other

thorny am i
twisted like a vine
do i bare a beautiful flower
am i fruitless

bright eyes and laugh line
are such a clever
well rehearsed disguise

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PEANUT BRUTAL

by

Luigi Lalumia

Under the stars and windy moon
during our dinner of laughter and leizure
stories were being exchanged
of highs and lows
of the days and weeks that slipped past

At once we were all silenced
a young boy appeared at our table
two earrings - one in each ear
immediatly without hesitation
he began his recitation

Using his tongue to conceal
the huge piece of blue bubble gum
it showed his age on this akward stage
surely he was only ten

At first I was listening
then I began wondering
why was this little guy not at home?
it was very late to be walking the streets alone

He used both arms and a knee
to prop the substance of his plea
did this child ever get held in such a way?
only a few years ago
when he didn't have a word to say
did someone hold him in such a way?

There I sat
surrounded by all that one should ask
yet I had nothing

In a matter of moments
he was through
he managed to get a donation from a table or two
I watched as he crossed the street

I let this soul de dismissed -
dismissed into the arms of darkness
without a word of hope
a piece of my heart
nothing

He pushed his peanut brittle
to the cars waiting to turn left

This boy unknowingly in turn left
a donation of his own with me

I think of the giving I must do
Alas
I have been given so much
not only in touch
I am the benefactor of the untouched -
love overflowing

It is characteristic of mankind
to keep

Virtuous are the givers
in the eyes of God

And this is where I should be seen

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SINK

by

Luigi Lalumia

Drinking madness
i am taking my time
bitter and bloody
like a cabernet
some of the red
deep red of the fermented grape
dribbles down my chin
spreading the hate
all over my body

All of life is a metaphor
time wasted is a sleezy whore
chapter after chapter
pass the days
crying over what never did
will only get decrepid

I saw things get old today
the stars shine down on me so bright
tally the possesions you have
tally your wants
all of these objects
can easily be burnt

Charish the richness of beautiful thought
of far away forest trails
of long sandy beaches
let go of all that touches
sink into sink into sink

Then Feel

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KISS

by

Luigi Lalumia

Beautiful seductress
cupid is disarmed
by the power of your weapon
i never had a chance

My fingers surf through waves of curls
that get tucked behind your ear
or gently brush the shore
of a soft shoulder

I want to kiss you now
long,
soft
and wet
is how i will do it

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Oops

by

Luigi Lalumia

Naked I stepped under the cascading showerhead
The warm water began to soak me
With the warm water came relief
One of the water streams strayed from the heard
It began stinging my hip
The high pressure shot felt like I was being tatooed

Drenched I remembered the shampoo
I left in the other bathroom
Damn it!
I gotta get out and get it!
I don't wanna but I gotta!

I peered through the mist and dew
Fretting what I must do
I pushed the door open
Letting the water run
I leave the warm and wet sanctuary
To enter into the cold and dry

Just then the fan came on
Like a thousand piranha devouring a helpless carcass
The blowing air nipped at every part of my body
My heaving man-breasts are bare
I'm frozen there
Move!
The rest of me said

Step one wasn't so bad
There was the rug
Water puddled footprints tracked across the linolium floor
Leaving a clue
Same as that water monster on Scooby Doo

On my retreat I felt the soaking footsteps
I made in the carpet going to retrieve
The object of my greif
Each step I cursed through gritting teeth

I think of all cold things
One in particular
Breaking though an ice covered pond
Then sinking into the bone chilling beyond

Finally - it seemed
I shucked the towel from my frozen toso
Again I stepped under the cascading showerhead
Again with the warm water came relief
Or so I thought
As I rinsed off the piranha
A thought came to me

I would have made an awful Navy Seal!

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Animate Existence

by

Luigi Lalumia

Why do I fear the unknown?
The darkness
Yet I embrace what I don't know

Life is demanding my attention
To follow its intention
Animate existence is struming the chord of my senses
Banishing all pretenses
I am climbing the fences
that barricade all of what is seen
To milk reality
To slit the unseen seams of the machine made streets
All peoples are feeling the heat

If I think of what could have been now
Would I now think of what could have been?

Omens keep catching my eye
The floating bag
The purple truck
Lips
The sky
All pieces of the puzzle
Fitting images
Little golden hooks bound for my direction
Sinking their sharp points into the flesh of my imagination
A dead poets finger trying to widen my eyes

ike with an L
What I C
People and objects and feelings
Of this world I use
I rite with an W
Them down before I lose the vision in my head

Sanity escapes me on these days
Wriggling loose from its human cage
Smile
I am happy

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Revenge

by

Luigi Lalumia

I crawl from you
Torn up inside
I crawl from you
I beg for my fist to collide with you face
Over and over
As you did to me
Over and over
Until visions of you and I subside

The crying never stops
Even when I'm torn in two
One half confused
The other still loves you

Because of what you put inside me
My life will always be strange
Because of what you put inside me
I'm occasionally deranged

Some of my days are filled with boiling hate
It is on days like those
That I expose myself
It is the flesh of my inner terror
That I hope rots off and I leave it behind on the road I've traveled
You did this to me yet I feel it's my error

As the rain from my tears fill my plains of sanity
It floods my fears
My tears wash away the pain
Breaking down the dam of hate
So I can rebuild it again

As I get older
I look back over my shoulder
Into the dark past
Deciphering brutal love mixed with indecent acts
In my mind I am standing next to it
I want to vomit
Because thats all I can do now

As I start my decent from the indecent
My wheels begin to loose control
Before I go out of my mind
I lock those bitches up
I look back at where I've been
Where I am
How far I've come
Then try to forget him

When I come back
My hands are cradling my face
I am stonger
What was then
Is now done
For now

In-between furious rages
I put those sick fucking thoughts
snug in their little cages
Until the evil bastards find the key again
I am free to put my life back together
For I Am Me

Triumphant!

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La Grange

by

Luigi Lalumia

The sunsets in Texas
Seem everlasting
There is nothing to interrupt the shadows it's casting
The slow sinking decent burns into the West
Just for a moment it rests on the fence

Horses, cows, oaks
and me
Bask in sun soaked splendor
Until layers of pink and purple twilight
Give way to the stars hung by the millions

It's so beautiful in LaGrange
The gates open
Even the cows won't runaway
Content with munching on sweet green clover
Until the Sun is done

Before I tip the last of my Shiner Bock
A toast
To the last of the light
To the beautiful land
To the folks in the band

Now
Bring on the Texas night

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Dear Joan:

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Luigi Lalumia

HaHaHa and you fly away
And you cant stop me
Becuz of the cause
I'm the reason
Youre the reason I break the laws

I want to strip you with my teeth
I make you find your knees
Until my needs are met this day
I stare down at you with eyes of fire
My teeth biting down
A toothy grin splits my face
While the juices roll down my chin

HaHaHa I slam my fist down
As the tingling rush begins to spread
all over my nerves
Like a Black Widows web does

Oooooo Heeeeee
I scream and scream
The pain is so good
I am rained on by your tears of yesterday
The umbrella of tomorrow opens and
Frees me
I smile like i just dont give a shit

My heart is flying out of my chest
I think to myself
"This is the life!"
Write,write,write
My mind bucks like a wild Mustang
Pitching and throwing my ideas all over
the landscape of my brain

I kiss
I kiss the air
Becuz it is there
I kiss this damn life
Becuz I love it so
I kiss Joan of Arc
Becuz she Rules
And Led Zepplin Rules
And Hell Ya
1
2
3
I'm Out

Drum roll please
I'm back!

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Ten Years Ago

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Luigi Lalumia

As the seasons change
So do I
I may fight to change myself
With all my might I cant change the one I love
Just break away - fall to pieces
The mirrors image is not myself
Just a lonely hollow shell
With a bleeding heart taken out
placed upon a shelf

I turn the page
It reads the same
It starts with love then fades to hate
I can burn the book
The words remain

With a single wisp of your breath
I could swim the widest sea
Just to look into your eyes -
Deep and blue
I would walk over white hot coals
All for you
I would stare death and despair strait in the face
With you by my side
Nothing could replace the warmth of your love in my heart

It's something so real
I reach to touch it
So close it burns to think it

The love I feel for you belittles the largest mountain

My tears fall and form a winding stream - deep and wide
I thought it would feed the fruits of your love
As wide and deep as the stream may be
The depth would never reach the roots buried deep beneath the womb of your own
world

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The Princess and The Fairy

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Luigi Lalumia

One morning the Tooth Fairy was in jeopardy of being dismissed
Her crown and wings: The subject of retirement
As decreed by my Little Princess
The Tooth Fairies services were no longer a requirement

"Are you sure you know who she is?" I inquired
For there is still treasure to be had
I added " It isn't nice to make a good fairy mad, she may never come back."

With a semi-toothless grin
It was understood what I had said
At that the goods on the bed were taken

My child's childhood is leaving
And I cannot stop the years as they pass
So I must defend a fairy -
To slow the futures turn to past

Soon behind innocent eyes
Underneath the cutest nose
Will spread
The " I know something you know" smile
Until then - at least for a while

I still have my child

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Just A Thought

by

Luigi Lalumia

Life is a raft-
What you put into it
or puncture the vessel with is yours to decide

Summer is coming
Because there is death on the road
Flattened turtles and toads
Stain Dexham Road
To die for water

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Carmela

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Luigi Lalumia

They are putting Aunt Mela in a nursing home tomorrow
She is 95
Aunt Mela cannot live alone anymore
I feel honored because she recognized my face on Easter

Aunt Mela was my Grandma Nena's best friend
I say was because Grandma Nena is in heaven now
The cancer ended her dance
I wonder if Grandma Nena is quietly consoling her friend
Whispering in her ear that there is means to the end
Is it she Aunt Mela is listening to while sitting in her trance

Aunt Mela and Grandma Nena

I remember when they would babysit me
They seemed old even back then
All three of us in Aunt Mela's '74 green Nova
The back seat bench was huge to me
I must have been nine or ten
My legs stuck to the breathless houndstooth vinyl seat
Peeling them off was like melting cheese to cellophane

We traveled to Aunt Angels house to pick pears
I played under the Magnolia tree for hours
The sweet smell of Magnolia still takes me back there
I played while three Italian cream cakes split hairs

Tonight I lay in my bed
As I think of the past
The visions of Grandma Nena and Aunt Mela together long ago
I think soon
They will be together again
With that tears roll and roll into a steady flow
Silently
Breathlessly I sob
My breath held as not to disturb my manhood
Concentrating on every drop that falls to the page of the book I read

Each tear a memory

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Memorial Memories

by

Luigi Lalumia

Fight to the end
Fight till victory has overcome the darkness
Fight till the blood no longer fills the streets
Fight till the blood no longer covers the leaves
Fight till the politicians are satisfied with their victories

Diplomatic courtesy has its place
It's not here -
Ankle deep in the blood and bones of our nations youth
A youth that will never see home again
Sent off to face an evil that turns the young into dead
While their memories linger for eternity in our head

Kids became heroes and victims
While fighting for their Mom and Dad
Honorably casting fear and self aside
They shed their blood to protect our flag
They gave their life to preserve a life that they will never have

These warriors have gone before me
Some my very age
They bravely gave the ultimate sacrifice
Breath, life and future
To be trampled and tortured by the enemy
So that I may sit here on this day
Safe and free

On this Memorial Day I remember the soldiers
I pause in silent tribute...

For those that fought for me
That died for us all
Because of the brave and the dead
All I know of war is what I've heard or read
On this day I honor their fall
On this day I remember the Wall

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Hurrah For Dad

by

Luigi Lalumia

Hurrah For Dad

Hurrah for Dad
When we took the trip to Galveston
How we remember seeing the Capitol in Austin at 75 mph without stopping
How we didn't remember complaining about the beach and sun
Dad couldn't have had fun

Hurrah for Dad
For the summer we had to take turns pushing the mower
Because the wild onions took over the yard on Valley View Lane
We laughed till we cried and blamed it on the onions

Hurrah for Dad
When a 8th grade bully threatened to beat me up. Dad said the bully was just getting my goat. Now get out of the car and have a nice day. He was right, it must have been hard to say.

Hurrah for Dad
The way his look from across the room froze us in our path. A subtle warning to cease and desist. A look I'd never forget.

Hurrah for Dad
His hugs take shape in many ways
It's in the way he listens to me when life is tough. Now that I'm older with a family of my own I realize at times his life is just as rough.

Hurrah for Dad!
Hurrah for all the times we've had!
Hurrah for there is still more to have!

Happy Fathers Day

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Collages

by

Luigi Lalumia

All us of are children to death:

A surreal wave of consciousness overtakes an otherwise uneventful day
I'm listening to Johnny Cash sing " Ring Of Fire"
Then Willie Nelson sings " Amazing Grace"
I observe before me the old white walls of this place
In front of the rows of flowers there is the casket that cradles my Grandmother
During that time minutes seemed like hours

Sitting in the pew I'm surrounded by her loved ones and the friends of her life
Looking into their eyes and mine
I see that we struggle with what is now
At the same time trying to add this piece of life and death to the collage in our mind
We hang these collages in a gallery in our heads
Crying as we pass by
Pausing between now and then
Arranging then rearranging the order of them
Knowing the red velvet rope means much more than it ever did

I'm remembering sleepovers at her house
In our bedrolls we'd lay around a pretend campfire made of orange and brown blankets
She read " The Mysteries of the Hardy Boys and Nancy Drew "
Creaking woke me in the middle of what I thought was night
It was the floor down the hall from my door
Soon coffee filled her cup then my dreams

At first light the day would start
Picking the fig tree at the back porch
Picking green beans out of her garden before they'd scorch
Fishing off the barge all day
We'd take walks talking about things I found along our way

Her dogs would follow us
There was Prissy then Mie Ling then Crissy then Sam
So many dogs I can't remember them all
She loved to paint scenes from Fall
So many paintings I can't remember them all
Thankfully some decorate my halls

The doors of this gallery will never close
As long as I live and breathe
The viewing of these masterpieces will never cease

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Say You Love Me

by

Luigi Lalumia

The wistful words you say pour from soft
beautiful lips
Say what I live to hear
Say you care
Say you love me

Woman-
I am a better man because of you

You wear my shirt to bed
You wear it because it smells like me
Now you are inside me
How well you know me
And I you
Make one -
two

You are the cream and sugar of my world
I could not-
Would not imagine life without you as my wife

Sharing our thoughts and dreams
We weave the stories of the night into the
fabric of our life
Both of us knowing together as husband and wife
It will be true

Waking in the morning
My eyes open to a new day
It's another page of our love story
My eyes open to you by my side
You are my sun
Then at night
When our day is through
You are my moon

After goodnites
I toss to the side to thank God for
what he has done
I thank God for you

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Horse Apple

by

Luigi Lalumia

Past the roofs tears
Into Grandpas shed

Through the sawdust covered window in back
The Horse Apple tree stands

I used the leaves to make
last years Christmas presents

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White Ball

by

Luigi Lalumia

My Father and I
Chasing the little white ball
For us it means more

Swinging through memories we share
Subtle lessons of manhood passed down
Replacing divits of scared ground

This is how we begin to repair
My Father and I

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Primal Vision

by

Luigi Lalumia

For her -
Feelings are everything

Always snared by glaring eyes of lust
Heated tailors measure her waist and bust
So many pavlovion stares

Absorbing all of mans desires
She extinguish's their fire
Pitching her head down
His desparate eyes loose their ground
He never had a chance

Inside she knows -
He won't lose hope
His primal vision swings
Rope to rope

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Key Holes

by

Luigi Lalumia

Carry me away
Atop the shoulders of the great poets
And above the strong arms of my family

This slumber that has befallen
My soul
My very core
Seems everlasting-
Although, No darkness is forever

I peer through key holes in my mind
My brow and cheek press hard
Against doors without knobs
My hand fumbles for the key
Finding the usuall strings and lint of
my empty pockets

This wait will be over
As the Sun rises on my beaches
Footprints exposed by receding waves of dark waters
Find me
Remind me I am never alone

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Aurora

by

Luigi Lalumia

Oh Procurer of all things beautiful and tasteful
That extends the warmth and beauty
you have within
And makes you a family treasure

And you too

Oh teller of all things story
That we love to hear you tell
And makes you a family treasure

Together you have built an eternal bon fire
in your heart
The spark ignited in each other
from the very start
Each might have felt you had no chance
All the while your souls began to dance

>From that twinkling to eternity-
If you never had a thing in life
You would be a lucky man to have this
love as your wife
You would be a lucky lady to have this man
do whatever you tell him to do

It is not an exaggeration
to say
This world is a finer world
Due to the event that took place
September 8, 1962

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Missed Doves

by

Luigi Lalumia

Slow melting simplicity is so beautiful
under a tangerine sun
I notice this while sitting in a field of Sunflowers
There a millions and millions of them in the field
>From a distance the all looked the same

I draw closer to each flower
The buzzing wasp sounds like a razor
to close to my ear
I don't wave it away - it just goes away
My face to Sunflower face
The differences are apparent the closer I get

Some pedals are damaged
There are contrasting shades of color
Not one of them was perfect
Yet each one is worthy and unique
Created with meaning and purpose
The flower is original

People are like these flowers
Millions and millions of us are in the field
Pause-
To notice the differences each one possess
You will find originality

There is an end to extreme behavior
There is no end to originality
Originality tells a story
While extreme behavior repeats originality
in exaggerated form

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Touch

by

Luigi Lalumia

Dare I forsake life?
Should I consider life a capsule?
Swallowed by a monotonous scoundrel?
A pill that causes me to regurgitate day
after day without meaning?

No!

What will people think of us?
After we return to dust
Before we see last light
touch your fellow mankind
from millions of days away
and back

These gifts given to us
that have not vanished between
the ears or eyes of those
before this time
Are remembered in the form of art
or musical score
They are labors of the heart

Live to give a piece of yourself away
As we are benefactors of people
helping people

Everyday you wake is a gift
Open it with great excitement!
Do not let a single day be forsaken

For pleasures and needs are to be given
more than they should be received

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Lost and Found

by

Luigi Lalumia

My bottom lip quivers as my chin struggles to support
the weight of my emotional tug-of-war. A

losing battle with pain and joy is being fought behind these eyes. Both

sides release - the aftermath is a salty stream filled with the blood and bones of my last wasted day flowing down this contorted face. The

strain of my fingernails digging into the steering wheel confirm what I feel is real. My teeth are grinding so hard that the pressure causes a ringing in my head. My

ears hear an old voice whispering to my heart. "My promise is the key to unlock all that is good inside of you." I am being spoken to by the one that is holier than thou. I

am no longer looking up through a black cloud of sin and sadness. Now I see the separation, the cloud blown away by a heavenly wind. I

am soaring like a beautiful bird. I carry all my hopes and dreams over a land of milk and honey. I am making my way to a home I've considered forgotten. Alas

He hasn't let me forget that there is a place to be -
a reason to be happy to be the dude that I am.

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Chistmas Wishes

by

Luigi Lalumia

Chistmas is the time of year
We shuffle from store to mall
Make some time to remember
What this season could mean to us all:

Touch the soul of mankind with love and Jesus
Is born again

Christmas is a time to spend
Precious moments with family and friends
Realize the worth of their company
Before you wish this season would end

See this Christmas through the eyes of a child
Liberate your Christmas dreams
And give of yourself for this while

True Christmas presents start with the presence
Of love and care and a smile
Christmas is the time of year when gifts should be felt
within heart

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Homeless Heaven

by

Luigi Lalumia

I wrote this after I heard the news...

Wandering the streets of Ft. Worth
Maybe he was starving, drunk or on drugs
Whatever the case
He was lost and without love

At close to 40 years old
He settled down in garbage
To get out of the wind

I wonder what he was thinking
When he closed his eyes that last time
Were there dreams of the family he once had
Of someplace called home he left behind
Maybe demons were making him mad
Or were there visions of all of us
ignoring his kind

I pray he didn't realize
His fingers and toes are
numb bones now
Grinding together like 20 cold stones

As he took his final breath
Was his head heavy with heavenly thoughts
What is heaven to a homeless brother
Food and wine on every corner
Another chance to start over
Or simply to be held by his mother

The police found him with out I.D.
He could not be claimed
So he will be burned or buried by the city
As a homeless man with no name

One thing is certain
Wherever his life began
It has ended freezing to death
In a garbage bin

He is homeless no more
God has him now
Every morning he can draw open
the curtain to a beautiful new day

And he is never lost again-
Because God's light shines on his face

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I Am The Father

by

Luigi Lalumia

Father

Four rows of mother, daughter and son
Stand in front of my face. This

I suppose is a reflection of the
Significance and beauty of a mother�s role. Daughntingly

My eyes trace
Down, down, down.
There at my feet. In

One little row
Is the place where fathers go.

My God- I thought. This solitary enigma
Reflects my role! My

Fingertips play chopsticks along their spines.
Reciting the titles under my breath remind me of
Of the time I have left. Images

Of the child I was intertwine with
The children I have. We briefly rub elbows
In my mind. This

Thinking interrupts the projector
In my head. Overlapping celluloid�s bleed into
Each other. For

One moment-
Me, my daughter and my son
See as one. Then

I am alone again. I
Am the father.

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Take My Hand

by

Luigi Lalumia

Take my hand
To dance with me
For the rest of our lives
Let's never stop the music
The music that's made by husband and wife

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Four of Us

by

Luigi Lalumia

The chatter of my family
is a symphany to me

All of their ways
make my days golden

I could not be or
be without each one
in my life

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Run Through The Fields

by

Luigi Lalumia

Run through the fields
of the most beautiful dream ever
Run so long that the path is worn-
Worn strait to the pillow

And wake smiling-
Smiling and ready for the day
Prepared for all the gifts that lay ahead

Even while fences fall

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ASIAN JASMINE

by

Luigi Lalumia

Ah!
Subtle miracles
Is there such a thing?
Aanswer to my prayer
Never has been so clear

Jehova hears what I asked
And with no judgement passed
Saying in action - not a word crossing His lips
May you be blessed
It His truth I accept
New are my eyes within my soul
Everlasting is my love of our Lord Jesus Christ

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A Fathers Prayer

by

Luigi Lalumia

Lord Help me-
Help me be the best savior for
your heart
To use the gifts you have given to me
to get closer to you and honor you

Help me be the best husband to my wife
The best father to my children
And I'll put my faith in you about everything else
to take care of itself

Because it is my goal-
To put you Lord Jesus Christ
In the center of my life

In your name I ask these things

Amen

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Suburban Gato

by

Luigi Lalumia

Living life like a cat
Means lying around lazy and fat
Leaving fur where I just sat

I sneak around
Being where I shouldn�t be
I�m treated like a king you see
My mother so patient and kind
Clips all the fuzzy hairballs off my behind

"Am I expected to chase a rat?
Maybe if I have time between eating
Then sleeping on my favorite rug
After all I�m no thug."

Living life like a cat
Inherits a certain aristiCatic Cattitude
Feline Dignity-
Suburban Gato Motto:
Hey Dude! I�m a cat and that�s - That!

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Taos

by

Luigi Lalumia

Atop a snowy mountain peak
Stood two turtle dove

A harmless trick he�d planned all week
To demonstrate affection for his beloved

To the ground he fell lifeless and meek
Down the hill she sped from above

Her first reaction was to shriek
For it was hidden in his glove

A tear rolled down her cheek
As he slipped the ring onto her finger
And promised everlasting love

Cold lips pressed onto each
Warming their hearts beyond the undreamed of

A glorious start of two new lives
As Husband and As Wife

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Taos

by

Luigi Lalumia

Bottle

by

Luigi Lalumia

Of happier times I reflect
Remembering how sweet the fruit
of your love tasted
Tasted-
To a tongue ignorant that such a succulent splendor
could coat my mouth, my body, my entire day
after day

Stranded on your heart
I climb to the top
And realize the chill is to the bone
Dark and deep are the surrounding seas

Eating stones of hate
Drinking boiling lava
I vomit enough to build walls all over our world
Ov'r and through love gardens

I've one last bottle
Slowly I sip whats left inside
me and you
Wetting my lips with fluid memories
of you
I blow across the top to create the pitch

It is there
In the tone
I see you
And I
Happy again.

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Futures Past

by

Luigi Lalumia

You will cry today
Today you will smile too

Do not sip the glass of life from the rim
with a tearful eye

Drink Deep-
Fill your glass with simple joys and happy memories
These are the true fruits of the vine we call life

Be happy as you look forward
Past the bottom of the glass tipped upward

You control the futures past

The love and laughter-
Even tears you make today
Are tomorrows memories
Memories that will last and last and last

You will cry today
Today you will smile too