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The Girl That’s Out of Reach

by JOSEPH BRYANT (Italian Stallion)

Butterflies take over my thoughts
removing the sadness within.
I turn to the photo
to let out a sigh,
even my heart must cry.
A smile for the girl out of reach
as I peer into the sky.

Soaked with tears
from the moonlit sky,
I’ll softly sing her song.
I’ll embrace her warmth
from this place from deep within.
I’ll smile for the girl that’s out of reach
as I peer into the vivid blue sky.

Some say it’s a miracle
that I just keep on living,
but I simply say it’s her
that makes me keep going.
Her memories are all around me
embracing my heart, and for me that’s all I need.

I know she’s watching, even listening down,
wishing and kissing the world won’t frown.
I turn to her photo and let out a sigh,
turn to the sky and smile,
smile for the girl out of reach.

They say love can kill or simply make your world
but for me it’s neither when I’m all alone,
smiling for the girl that’s out of reach.

 

© Copyright 2010 By: Italian Stallion

These Are the Days

by JOSEPH BRYANT (Italian Stallion)

Here I am in the distance
kissing the night away.
Shedding tears, still believing,
while up above the stars glow.

Close my eyes; I see our compassion
warm against my aching heart.
These are the days,
the hardest days I’ll know.

There are times that sadden me,
alone I sit, just thinking of you
and as the days pass on and on,
I fight a battle within my heart.

All the while, a world in motion
flying right past like a rocket.
These are the days,
The hardest days I’ll know.

So I’ll say a prayer, and dream you here,
watching the stars till morning bright.
And when all my memories have faded away,
the days will just keep going on and on.

Close my eyes, I see our compassion
engraved forever from deep within.
These are the days,
The hardest days I’ll know.

 

© Copyright 2010 By: Italian Stallion

In Loving Memory

by JOSEPH BRYANT (Italian Stallion)

There comes a day, subtle and bleak, when tears flow free surrounding her loving soul. A day when tender memories are embraced while candles slowly burn dim. A day when nothing seems right anymore and your emotions are overflowing. It’s a day that you won’t ever forget, it’s the day that will haunt you or simply embrace you. The day you’ll never talk about for days, weeks, months, or years. It’s the day that will be forever etched in your heart.

Tears may come and go while her lovely figure passes you by in memory. And tears may come and go as you read old letters, but just remember she is looking down upon you from the floors of heaven – Embracing your warmth in the summer, bringing a smile upon your gentle face or as her tears mend with yours in the rain. For wherever you are, she’ll be right next to you, holding out her hand.

© Copyright 2009 By Italian Stallion

For You, Elisabetta

by JOSEPH BRYANT (Italian Stallion)

(Wall to wall, carpeted, my heart…)

Through the dawn of day ’till the end
my thoughts of you will never depart,
I’ll pray for you to descend,
pray for you my dearest friend.

(Fence to fence, aligned, your bed…)

With flowers given, birthday greetings,
and cards written, tears will begin to shed –
caressing the ground, incomplete
I’ll pray for time to rewind and not repeat.

For you, Elisabetta,
a birthday present
which I’ll deliver,
forever.

(Soul to soul, embraced, our love…)

Holding on close, I cleared my throat,
looked to the bold blue skies above
grasping what I had wrote
on the note:

For you, Elisabetta,
a birthday present
which I’ll deliver
forever.

Holding and smiling on, because…
there is so much to love.

For you, Elisabetta,
a birthday present
which I’ll deliver
forever.

Holding and smiling on, because…
there is so much to love.

Holding and smiling on, because…
you’re still the one I love.

 

© Copyright 2009 By Italian Stallion

Reflections of You

by JOSEPH BRYANT (Italian Stallion)

“And it only hurts when I’m breathing,
my heart only breaks when it’s beating,
my dreams only die when I’m dreaming
so, I hold my breath to forget.”

Close my eyes in hope of letting go:
an echo, all I hear are your hellos,
and see your delicate image – cry.
Rain gently falls caressing my face,
a rainbow beautifully glows.
I’ll never stop all my believing
and never even ask God why,
instead I’ll just smile: Embracing
the very thought of you – I’m dreaming
“and it only hurts when I’m breathing.”

Open my eyes it’s you I see – I’m Mesmerized;
surrounded each time I see your pretty face,
taken by your beauty in your strides of grace,
upon the picturesque skies afar – I’ve Memorized.
There were nights when the wind was frigid cold
but I felt warmth when thinking of you, dreaming.
This feeling I have within, I’d never replace,
instead I would cast it in gold, to forever hold.
Maybe I’ll cry even let out a sigh, repeating,
“my heart only breaks when it’s beating.”

My emotions run wild with every reflection,
intertwined like ivy climbing in all directions.
I’ve dreamt of you from the dawn of day ’till end;
calling your name, I can see you in the distance
revealing all your beauty and tender affection.
Like a fish out of water – Am I breathing?
Please tell me it’s real and not pretend,
is it what many call a timeless existence?
Sighing, crying, I can feel my heart beating…
“my dreams only die when I’m dreaming.”

A World in motion; Mine, simply frozen,
it’s landscape naked: an anemic void,
like a person injecting steroids,
it grows, unable to be forever unfrozen.
I’ve cried a million tears of sorrow
enclosed, in my room – your silhouette.
This feeling I have within, I can’t avoid,
it will last for all my unknown tomorrows.
I, myself will continue to fret,
“so, I hold my breath to forget.”

 

© Copyright 2009 By: Italian Stallion

*Cabeza from Shania Twain’s “It Only Hurts When I’m Breathing”

*Glose (or Glosa)

The glose originated in Spain, where it is known as the glosa. It has two parts, which are normally written by different authors.

The first part – the texte or cabeza – consists of a few lines which set the theme for the entire poem. Typically this will be a stanza from a well-known poem or poet – although it is perfectly permissible to write your own texte.

The second part – the glose or glosa proper – is a gloss on, or explanation of, the texte. It takes the form of an ode, with one stanza per line of the texte. Each stanza in turn expands upon its corresponding line of texte, the sixth and ninth lines rhyming with the borrowed tenth.

Electrocuted

by JOSEPH BRYANT (Italian Stallion)

Assaulting life’s essence –
a diffused and wrinkled love
lingers in the depths of sea (you)
destroying the once standing,
destroying the lines of life (me).

Rigid wires embraced by plastic
strung upon fat wooden straws.
Touching ground, electrifies,
touching you releases my pride.

Smacking the ravenous,
I cause an outrage
while trying to stay a float.

Splashing. Zapping. Embracing liquidation,
natures endearment turned vicious
as the tears of the world swallowed me.

 

© Copyright 2009 By: Italian Stallion

Laced With Love

by JOSEPH BRYANT (Italian Stallion)

Floral attire embraces soft vibrant skin,
with goldened rope laced upon the neck.
Resplendent showcased diamonds revealed –
her painted red fingertips accented with yellow.

Smiles escaped her refined gentle face
gesturing a warm welcome for him to see,
as her soft tender voice whispered,
“Love’s what we’ll become.”

Her velvet smiles never left him,
he’ll cherish those blissful moments forever.
Etched amongst his heart lies her name
where eternity is sought and embraced.

Lustful touches run across her inked name,
tasteful kisses occupy her glistening lips,
as his tough deep voice whispered,
“Love’s what we became.”

© Copyright 2009 By: Italian Stallion

Caramelized Skin

by JOSEPH BRYANT (Italian Stallion)

Disguised, I hide deep inside my tough crunchy skin. Silverized rings embrace my body, telling a story for all to see.

Peel my outer sun-burned layers off and reveal my inner lightened skin. Rub oils upon my surface till my skin absorbs it, then bask me in the heat once again. Tan my skin, not burn – then rub more oils to increase the color when surrounded by warm merciful sentiments.

What am I?

Eat me raw, or eat me cooked, either way I’m bitter-sweet. I’ll make you cry, I’ll make you smile, it’s your choice all the while. I’m tough, but bruise easily. Layer by layer you can peel me away to nothing. My core is the heart, which gives me life, my core is the seed, which will reproduce.

What am I?
What am I?

Disguised no longer, I revealed my inner self.

 

© Copyright 2009 By: Italian Stallion

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