Biography of Fabio Lewinski
I'm being honest about myself in a dishonest way. But this is the only way I know how to speak my mind.
...Oh and by the way, the titles of my poems (except for 'September Is Misconception' and 'Graduinitiation') mean absolutely nothing, however, their content is quite meaningful.
Fabio Lewinski Poems
Not I, Said The Cat
A bullet in his head, and remorse in his heart Men around him falling, it's been this way from the start The sides lose importance, we're all human beings,
Solar Chicken Pox
I'm trying to envision a time in which we choose to embrace God's love instead of fighting over what his face looks like. We'll find it within ourselves. We'll look closely from far away.
What's That? A Zag!
In Father Time and Mother Nature, and in their precious son, the Holy Sand. A misread prophecy, A desperate resolution, And a strike.
Questions calling upon my name, A bare page waits out in the road. Falling into something new, Compassion bears a heavy load.
He kicks the ball, runs around with his friends He gets knocked down, roughed up, and then gets up again. They games they change and the numbers add, But the kids stay intact through the changing times.
Patrick's Got It Right
A painted time, the killer of all things innocent All that is taught is temporary All that is learned is regret This grows truer everyday
The Rise And Fall Of Nairb Keputs
You are always followed by your hypocrisy, Proceeded by the lack of loyalty you display. It's shameful, but doors have locks for a reason. Turn it, hide the key, find the next one.
Winn-Dixie Grocery Bagville
Above all else you made my life a living hell. Oh well. Erase the trace, Cover up the smell.
September Is Misconception
There you stand, somewhere between the shadows of my mistakes. Untouched by darkness, your head is turned away. I am consumed by the bruises you left me. Your careless words deceive my delicate mind-instead I listen to your glances.
What's That? A Zag!
In Father Time and Mother Nature, and in their precious son, the Holy Sand.
A misread prophecy,
A desperate resolution,
And a strike.
And so it goes.
But how far have we come?
Where is the beauty we were promised?