Eillio Imbasciati Poems

Other than his life story,
He doesn't know what he did wrong
Life is lonelier without her in it
Her volatility doesn't bother him a bit,
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Receiving a medal for his mettle,
Running barefoot in the hot sand, constant in the summer race
Besotted by the color and shine of the prize,
Ignoring perceived stumbling blocks
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Age is for the dead,
But he needs certain people to listen
Why not, why can't we have everything, without suffering and nasty conclusions?
Less noise for some, it's the beautiful answer
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Price tag, personality 90% off,
Way off, not well-off
Saving little, no longer a face, just a disguise,
Dressed down from all the criticism, wearing all that examination around like it suits him
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The weather gives mixed signals,
As does he,
With his simple ambitions and stormy demeanor
Emphatic about nothing,
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An examination of his personality says little,
It seems that the eagle's relative knows more
Watching from a bird's-eye view,
Never taking its perspective for granted,
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Hand smells difficult,
Life comes off worse than yesterday
Those who underestimate cannot relate,
It was a circus, but not the fun we expected,
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Once was explained about the concerns of reality and presence,
Also handed a bag full of issues in the process
Fighting to the death to cover up life,
It feels very middle class
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Ran to places,
Shown the paces,
Yet still spinning his wheels
Stammering, stumbling,
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He feels overcast,
Always carrying a degree of guilt about himself
Nowadays for him, the seconds feel like minutes,
Minutes like hours,
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