Biography of DAVID GERARDINO
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I LOVE MUSIC, ART, AND POETRY, MY STYLE IS, SHORT POWERFUL POEMS, THE LESS WORDS, THE BETTER, I MAKE MY POINT FAST, AND EASY TO READ, LIKE MY 23 FITZROY ROAD POETRY, THERE DEEP, SOME TIMES SAD, OR HAPPY, BUT, THEY HIT THEIR MARK, THIS IS WHERE THE ART COMES IN, SOME OF THE POETS I LOVE TO READ ARE, SEXTON, PLATH, MULLINS, AND ON AND ON.
DAVID GERARDINO's Works:
2books of street poetry,5 songs sold, still very poor.but happy, I also paint /abstract, , , got lucky sold about 30 paintings, i get my ideas from my dreams, also, books.
DAVID GERARDINO Poems
A Child Is Born
Dream child dream, light up the skies with your laughter, let your tears fill the ground with love,
1929/The Jazz Age
flappers, with tall blond hair, a decade of the doller, bubbles of false prosperity, a crash, a hit,
And Yet Another Dream......
Feel like dancing under a rainbow, feel like singing happy songs, but my rainbow, no my rainbow, wont shine for me. Feel like going to the ocean, building castle in the sand.. but my rainbow, my rainbow, wont shine for me.
A Conversation With A Friend, When Drun...
no body sleeps naked in this place, were all sophisticated monkeys, with ties, books and. shirts. Even adam and eve
Music And Dance, And The Stuff In The Mi...
HER EYES WERE VACANT, HER MIND BARREN, HER FRUSTRATIONS CLOUTHED IN BLOOD, AND HER BODY,
grassy fields full of frisbees and dogs, mom and dad sitting together on a bench made for one.of baseballs
23 Fitzroy Road , In The Middle
LUST, restoration, weight, exhausted, by a pregnant thought, CEMETERIES, in a
All Alone With Out Hope) 0
SO many crosses, so little hope, so many puppets, praying for some thing they dont
Sitting By Your Self
THIS child needs your love, this child sees himself in mamas arms, this child sings,
The sunshine and rain. The hills and plains. The moon and stars. The wisdom of it all.
A Perfect Golf Course Lawn
A perfect golf course lawn, A house painted by numbers, A dog plays out back, and all the children say, whats for
Crippled Love 60
I can see the pain in your beatiful green eyes, you been hurt before, by a man telling you lies.NOW the man is a ghost, and you a broken
23 Fitzroy Road , Poison In Here Ear
HE wispers poison in her ears. SOUNDS like a ghost she thinks,
From Loneliness To Rage 01
FROM loneliness to rage, you slip into a bluster of moods, each one has a flag of its own.
Hope Is Drunk
hope is drunk
thrown to the curve.
the blood that runs thrue its veins,
is poisoned by sin.
the strengh is lost by lust.
the eyes are dull and confused,
the body is weakend and weightless,
soon to be turned to clay.
hope is no longer drunk.