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Marcellino Carlo Poems
Perfect Little Imperfections
I'd start my days with a cigarette blow smoke through my dark-ringed regrets My dear I fear you're too care-free
Panic Attack (Soliloquy)
I can hear their breathing Their thick vapor descending with varying viscosity. It's slowly embalming the air sacs. Choking the life
Conversations With The Devil
Our human capacity for understanding evil as a subject is but excuse for that which lies within us. ==============================================
We wait patiently for something to happen To be caught up and taken to a place without trouble, Where we can escape this abrasive environment. If not we are doomed to decay.
There is an unexplained hole to which I cannot fill not relieve. I have woken up with it every day for as long as I can remember. A deep emptiness that consumes me.
1000 Cherry Blossoms On The Sakura
The heavens birth a hue of radiance that is flawed against your delicate mastery. Gentle petals dance in the guise of the geisha Ever flawless ever innocent. These soft
Delusions Of Grandeur
The air smells of melancholy A charcoal sketch laced with gloom and the incumbent heavenly burst of rain.
The clouds form a visual enigma corroded-golds and savoury reds A visual orgasm of dust and sand an infinite desertscape filled by
Lies From The Lips Of Angels
The heavens birthed an ethereal raiment. Rained-down in whispered droplets to clothe you in lily-white purity. An enchanting guise to which your prowess bequeaths such
I Wonder If Anyone Knows
Seven-thirty-four. Right on time Pat. Well on your time at least. Go on cheer up. He never smiles. He won't even check my ticket.
I am a huge classical fan. The titled piece brings about such an emotive state within me that I can only be humbled into describing it in such simplicity below... ================================================
There is beguiling call to beauty which presents itself in a luxurious cloak of elegant mastery. An unmatched arrogance that oozes out of the pores of your soul
Crimes Of Passion
Sweet cherry, will you beg for penance? I'll bless your curvatures with osculations of a thousand promises. To which with such passion your mumbles retard.
Naked & Infamous
And you laughed that dirty little laugh a broad grimace of notoriety that you wore so proudly. And I wondered if you were sated.
Comments about Marcellino Carlo
(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)
(March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963)
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Perfect Little Imperfections
I'd start my days with a cigarette
blow smoke through my dark-ringed regrets
My dear I fear you're too care-free
No knickers as your slip on your skinny jeans
I give you protection, you know what I mean
You rebut and say my armour's just too cold.
A little smile as you put on your angel wings
your freckles and laugh the joy that they bring
My dear I'm afraid just won't be enough.
Blindfolded trying to re-fasten the hook
you say you're shy and not to look
the tiny flaws are okay my dear.
A kiss on the cheek and a bite of the lip
and a vivid...