Antonio Giorgio Poems

It's 5am here and you are drunk on white Russian's asking me if I am broken?
Now's way too early for painful memories and sweet nostalgia,
Too early to think of lost friends and broken hearts.
When I was a child I used to hold my sister in my arms, protecting her from the psychological abuse of having two warring parents use our home as an epic battleground.
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I drink from your cup of madness,
And determine your dark mysteries,
Dwelling languidly within your mouth,
Abides the bitter sweet kiss of destiny,
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Something within my soul,
Is black like a tree filled with dead birds,
It is ugly and threatens,
Always to destroy that which I hold dear,
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What does it mean to lose something?
You need to have something in order to lose it,
It is a depletion, Love lost is the greatest depletion of all,
Love fills you, Your cup overflows and when love is lost the cup is empty,
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It's cold and sunny standing on the platform waiting for the train to Moorgate Station,
For a moment standing facing the brickwork I see signs of life,
The green moss and bits of earth ants crawling across the stonework,
I wonder what it is to be an ant?
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All things that make me up foolish pride all trinkets the things of ambitious men turn to dust,
Vain mens tears dry up by the rivers of misplaced affection,
My heart was lit by the flame of your passion set ablaze by your courage,
If only you knew your own inner worth more precious then the rarest diamonds hidden within the Earth,
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Let me build a monument to us, An epic poem to sexual chemistry, First kiss in a taxi from the airport, I am the home that you return to after you finish fucking strange men, Lonely woman of Andalusia, Come home to your fallen King,
Wrestle and tussle in the bedroom like dark prophets, Orgasmic revelations of the future, Suicide overdose by the sad sink, Suicide car door on the highway, Life saving grab from the window overlooking the car park, A holy trinity of failed suicides, I negated your madness, Doors without locks, Bent over on the bathroom floor, Empty beer bottles, Crying for mother, Wet hair and soaked dress walking in the mid day sun with no shoes or panties, Greeting strangers with your crazed mind, Shameless, Naked, Rejects of Eden.....Death to Love, Impotent faithless farewell, We failed you said with tears in your eyes, As I left you at the gate to catch the plane back to Malaga, I felt relief, Anxiety and the weight, The totality and horror, Dark night of the soul.....we failed you said with tears in your eyes, We failed.
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On darkened streets and in drunken bars,
I have taken punches,
But I always gave as good as I got,
When I was growing up in the hell that was home,
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