Home is Where…. Our masters no longer reside in fortified castles that dominate the lives of all who dwell nearby, nor in grandiose palaces that dazzle the eyes of servants, the envious, seeking crumbs from tables of abundance, not in great mansions that people pass with respect, curious about hidden lives sheltered by prosperity far removed from daily toil […]
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Sometimes I wonder If I have anything left to give Any small pieces of myself left to share I feel too broken Too worn out Thread bare and bone-tired I search myself and find nothing worthy My emotions, my words are hollow My heart is emptier than my belly I feel it gnawing away within me Desperate for something to […]
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AVERSION No rhythm, rhyme? That’s such a crime! Just passing prose Does not compose A poem. For such Needs structured touch For it to be Called poetry. To me, free verse Is just a curse Of laziness That’s patternless. For all it takes Is random breaks To be dispensed ‘Mid sentences. About Ray Gallucci: I am a Professional […]
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I died from a rattlesnake bite and found myself in line with other zombies in front of a bank of elevators, the doors opening and closing as if by metronome. Every time a door opened a voice called the names of 12 zombies who boarded the elevator single file. As the doors closed, Led Zeppelin or Bing Crosby played in the background depending on whether the […]
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EMBRACING CHAOS – By Ray Gallucci The eye of a hurricane never can know How forcefully all its surrounding winds blow. For there in the center all’s peacefully calm While swirling around are explosions of bombs. But center is where all the chaos begins — In vertical columns air rises then spins. While most relish lull, others seek out the […]
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Just a toy though the string is still afraid, tied as if inside a weightlessness is pulling it closer and closer and can’t let go caged in on all sides by the color blue and emptiness –a trapped balloon, banded the way all buoys spread out and the channel lurking below unravels as rain that has no water […]
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Surf Vibes I was having surf vibes on my surf board. Trying to catch a wave. The pristine, ultra white beaches against the sea was enough to take my breath away.
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THE MYTH-ING LINK? (Based on Genesis of the Grail Kings, by Laurence Gardner, 82001) Are we the progeny of a race Who weren’t terrestrial, but from space, Who intermarried with Homo clan And so created Cro-Magnon Man? Are tales Sumerian more than myths (Perhaps 2001’s monoliths)? Were Anunnaki of whom they tell The Greeks’ Atlantean parallel? […]
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He is not from the arid or barren foreign lands His faded-green-coat, hooded sweater, his dog-tag, his canteen, and his metal cup on a green worn out blanket, all tell me, he is one of our bravest men who proudly has served his country. He is a veteran of the wars in the land of power and plenty. He […]
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A flight separates the sea from the sky. Her glance caresses the stillness. The flowers scathed by hail become bluish. They do not die, yet. This life without him is like the plenitude seen with one eye. Her right convictions sculpt in sadness as in a block of marble a rocky embrace. The sun is crying. There is only […]
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