Trying to redefine
What the truth really means.
Denial, abuse, and violence,
Fills the now filthy, polluted air.
...
Is it about the hidden meaning behind the words,
Or more about the words hiding behind the meaning?
Is it hard to decipher what the truth really means
When all around you are speaking in
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What a headache,
What happened last night?
Don’t remember much anymore,
Yet, the mirror
...
Sharing a dream with you
for a better tomorrow,
where skies are blue
without much sorrow,
...
Words once heard, inside my head:
Satan speaks first:
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Fear of the Unknown
The fear of the unknown
Does not scare me anymore,
...
A fire, a tornado,
A hurricane, a Tsunami,
A break-up, another divorce,
Bankruptcy and foreclosures
...
Spontaneous combustion,
of a tormented soul,
mixing fuel into a fire,
burning out of control.
...
The obvious disgusts me
Everything that symbolizes
What is supposed to be
...
Absolute insanity
Forecasting Armageddon
Powerful forces driven by impotent leaders
...
May life always smile upon you
Like a joyful child
Let yourself run wild
...
I gave birth to a word today
Then added some more to form a poem
I watched it grow through the years
Just like a child some might say
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A stone will not bleed,
Or so they say,
Yet they will find a way
To make this stone pay.
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Fab Ricciardi is a freelance writer, a published poet, and aspiring playwright. Born in Milan, Italy in 1962, he is presently residing in Toronto, Canada. Graduated with a diploma in Computer programming and Systems Analysis, but a love for food took him into the food industry, and became involved in all aspects of the food business, from sales to manufacturing and distribution. He then trained as a chef and traveled extensively while perfecting his cooking, (most recently managing a resort restaurant during a 1 yr. stint in the Caribbean.) He also worked as a bodyguard/bouncer and did TV/movie work as a stunt extra. The experiences encountered in his travels and various job positions fuelled his love for writing and the arts, and began to avidly write and paint his stories. He has written for food magazines, such as Fine Dining, Ontario Rest. News, and various trade newspapers. His poetry has been published in various Toronto newspapers, and can be found in many poetry websites. He’s written and submitted several short stories and plots for TV and/or stage adaptation.)
Pride
Pride
Pride is a sin,
That keeps you locked within,
The yes,
the please,
the more,
Pride hits the slamming door!
Keep your head up high,
Pride will not ask why,
Step on those below,
Step on up to the show.
Pride is a sin,
Not just a simple sin,
It takes a mouse,
Not a man,
To make pride
The drive within.
Pride is a sin,
That keeps you locked within,
The yes,
the please,
the more,
Pride hits the slamming door!