Comments about Antonia Nasi
Lord Byron's Seduction
I cry out to Lord Byron nightly,
And he comes to me between the realm of fantasy and reality.
He speaks through darkness and whispers of ethereal pain
He, unlike those who came to me before, understands alone...
the fear that surrounds me and what lies ahead.
The sultry sound of his haunting words do not veer me away from his touch.
He rapes me seductively with his words,
Using me as his vessel of communication.
With each stroke of his feathered quill,
my inhibitions fall away...drunk from the scent of ink-soaked parchment.
Change The Path
We walk around in quiet sound
Just creatures on two feet
Amid the mundane day to day
Not caring who we meet
And in our moving metal box
On the same ole’ dusty road