'Hello, I love you. Won't you tell me your name? '. I write and publish my poems to exprss and share what it means to be human and to encourage the bloooming of life within each individual as a member of the collective consciousness. Engaged in a living practice of buddhism, magic, and receiving love and life, I choose for my true voice to emerge as clear and refreshing as a temple bell.
John lives in Rome with his belissima, inteligentissima and perfecta muse, Miss Pia.
Why do you cry my love?
I cry for the cruelty,
Hatred, anger and slaughter.
I cry for the pain and torture.
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The water on the stove,
Has boiled away again.
A thousand times we mean to leave this bed,
A thousand kisses,
...
Call the inspectors,
There's been an explosion of love,
At apt.10, via Lungge Tevere dei Flaminio
Love is flowing out of the windows,
...
Only short days ago we were together,
Afloat, in perfect union.
Now, this morning,
Alone, wretched,
...
Based on a true story,
My life had been.
A true story I tried to live,
A true story,
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