Biography of Jason Caporaletti
Jason Caporaletti writes poetry as a hobby, inspiration willing, in his free time. In the Winter of 2008 a professor and fellow poet inspired him to share his poetry with others.
Jason Caporaletti Poems
Sweet Savory Silence
Eyes Of God
I want the eyes that see all all that is good, all that is, The eyes that see no evil
Complex simplicity Simply complex Intangible matter The tangible abstract
Strength and new found confidence self-esteem and pride, gifts given unto me, which for myself I had denied.
Through smoke and blinding-flashing lights I see her walking to me such Beauty Eluding The sight of her consumes me
Familiar Friend And Foe
Hello my familiar friend I knew you would be back again you've tried to quit me many times but still you need me in the end
The Gambler And The Watcher
The Gambler steps forward and antes what's due, He sees what he can and guesses the rest. The Watcher steps back for a better view, he sees all the cards and knows what is best.
What You Already Had
A house of cards on its paper legs, you add more and more to make it stand stronger. Each card you add will only make the collapsing that much worse. Destined to fall, the foundation was already bad.
Enthralled By My Valentine
So long I can't remember when last I was inspired to let my thoughts lay down in words and convey my desires. It's your true beauty through and through that keeps me so enthralled I've never been this way before, for you I've truly fallen
Free Soul, Trained Mind
Each day I visualize tomorrow, but all I see is yesterday Convincing it is to think that the path to freedom is submission And where my soul aches to rebel my trained mind beats me into conformity While the bottle the pipe and the brothel stare me down with those seductive eyes and coax me into a everlasting cycle of longing
Wipe your tears of mourning, you have promises to keep. You must continue moving, while the mighty take their sleep.
Remorse: News Of A Friend's Death
Speechless, for once my tongue is lame Words are rarely far beyond me, I always know what things to say... usually. Today is not the same.
Such strong facades does he put up that his own heart’s confused. Destined for suspicion when he meets anyone other.
What They Say
They say 'it's better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all' But 'ignorance is bliss they say at least that is what many call.
The wave of time sweeps over.
It is carried by it, carried forward like driftwood into the new age.
Once, a pillar, holding the weight of a grand structure;
now, a forgotten artifact, dragged along because it exists.
A relic brought along into the future
longing to remain burried in its time,
but alas, uncovered,
its historic value called upon to serve.