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Deo - Vi

by

Nick Todaro

Sublime is the moment

where everything about you

shimmers into the viod

whipping and seething

through your pores,

delighting you at your core
when the spaces left unfilled

leave bliss

kin to words left unspoken

opening the mortal mind to

grander things

than comfort and time

strange to contemplate the pattern

in it all, to see the crucial

cruxes that mortar

all these beings together

even stranger still to feel yourself

blurring

fading

becoming the seamless bond

granting your deepest wish

to disappear

and in your wake leave tranquil time.

Control

by

Nick Todaro

Am I so ashamed
to be shamed
myself or my health?
do I bottle the worry

or pound the ground

to pound away the sound

of the cacophany

that rips away

the smooth disregard
that calms the edges

of this quaking soul

supersilious focus

superhuman to the human

eye that watches the

acrobatics
of a contortionist

trapped in a cycle

of deadly

cool without
belying the chaos within

The Void ; The Flame

by

Nick Todaro

In the scurrying corners of my thoughts
I cry

out for a calm, some messenger to kill

the locial progresswion,

uncontrollable flow from thought to thought

an endless sea of consciousness

wry the wit that vexes me like this

curse me with a kindness in a

meticulous perception,

like glancing back and forth at eternity

and sucking the truth without living it

So have I always fumbled with control

for when is a man most

guarded if not when lost.
So do I seek the void

focusing the image of a single burning point,

the flame.

Lust

by

Nick Todaro

Swirling emotions of passion and desire

reach from my dark corners up

to grab hold of my consciousness

I relenquish
My hold, my control slips away

my eyes burn with want

my nervous energy focuses inside

I have new purpose for it all

Fuel me, drive me. I will bring us

both to a better place

while you bask in my well,
my endless boundless self

Wrap me in yourself, I want you

I want to be inside your soul

as I express the secrets that

ring through me

with the force of focused lust.

Sweet Anticipation

by

Nick Todaro

What have I

where does she linger

when she remembers those

precious minutes,

could she possibly burn the

way that I have

been?
Scenarios galore swirl in the void

of her crystal blue eyes

sharper than the gaze with

which she casts them,

as if she

hides her fear behind

the sweet anticipation

of relenquishing
herself - hoping not to

have to rescue them or push

herself to love them.