Friday, December 11, 2015

A prison break*


A prison break*

Eyes that have endured nothing but pain
Back to the broken heart that to which is stained
No joy that can enter in such place
Being alone in sorrow, hiding one's face

No light of day has been seen to come
Looking for a savior to be free, so far no one
A plead that is requested to take this away
But no ears have heard this yet, goes another day

I beg of a moment that I have this love
And to bring back the wonder that I am made of
Please. please I wish of a heart that sees
So this cage can be open, with wings to be set free

Dom*Colucci 2015

Sunday, November 1, 2015

Write above me*


Write above me*

Gaze above, I look upon a vast sky
Heaven that is seen, reflected in my eyes
Background stays still a vibrant blue
Focus my attention in what is in view
I see a rhythm moving in its fluidity
Paper is that background and the clouds, words in poetry

Dom*Colucci © 2015

Nothing possess itself to be free*


Nothing possesses itself to be free*

The day has come with brilliance in its light
To steal the darkness that was in the night
To expose the treasures to be seen in the day
And to clear many obstacles along the way

Yet it cannot be dominant to stay so strong
It must follow its own path and move along
It is its own well being that pulls it away
To have its shadow come once again here to stay

So once again as we knew it to be so soon
It is the arrival of passion from a glowing moon
With this moon it tries to possess the jewels in space
But all it can do is let them dangle around its face

To desire for possessions and all its treasures
One cannot hold onto them for their own pleasure
Dominance is not almighty, it is balance that sees
Let go of all things and leave them alone to be free

Dom*Colucci 2015

Colors that see a blank*


Colors that see a blank*

Alive it came as it was once upon a time
Spring was in the air and all a fluid rhyme
Bursting from its tips, life in the trees
Opening up and setting it free

Time continued on and green came from the lumber
A little warmer in the temps, oh yes this is summer
Lazy days by river banks and longer nights too
So much life around now all was in view

But these two seasons rapidly come by fast
Seems only a memory soon, this does not last
But something is changing once again in its will
Nights losing their warmth as need a blanket for the chill

Yes colors came and the trees had them all around
It went from green, red, orange, yellow and brown
The clothes of nature gone, soon exposed
A blank canvas comes again I suppose

So this indeed was old man winter coming soon
The sun was hiding more to bring on the moon
Lowering the temps were crystallizing the air
Snow flakes in stock, from clouds everywhere

But old man winter wished his vengeance to release his cold
To bring on frozen fields with Jack Frost so bold
Hence the snow came and fell in collection
More of it knew of its own direction

Now there was no more fall, summer and spring
Harshness with burdens covered nature's things
All one seen an empty canvas with no more paint
Old man winter's color was white to taint

Dom*Colucci © 2015

Wednesday, August 12, 2015


What "eye" do "I" see?*

If I look into it, it looks into me
Both eyes parallel within to see
Merging with this view as we both agree
From this it is I that is it and it that is me
No self in knowing but rather to be
Both leaving separation from duality
Inner sight and wisdom now becomes unity
And a world that I no longer belong to, for now I am free

Dom8Colucci 2015

Tuesday, August 11, 2015

Alas a time has come*



  
Alas a time has come*

Alas that a time has come
Heat of the moment has now been done
Bright newness in the dull of the day
A cooling sensation is now on the way

Gray is the sky that are settling right here
The feeling of this, beginning to shed some tears
As clouds begin to turn inward in a squeeze
A thirst that parched land is in its need

No thunder or lightning in a clatter
Just droplets of tiny gems that go pitter patter
Streaming vertical to come hit the ground
And follow a river home to go back around

Let the clouds empty to fulfill this time
It is rain that makes poetry, listen to it rhyme
The sun knows when to stop this when it is done
Remember this, alas that a time will come

Dom*Colucci 2015

Friday, July 10, 2015

Adherence to seeing what sees*


Adherence to seeing what sees*

An illusion and trick of this world to be in
Time comes with struggle again and again
Deceived into conformity seems right after birth
But as I press on with this, it is no worth

Doing my best to figure it all out
The deeper that I get with it, nothing but doubt
No awakening yet, the waste of another day
More of the glue of ignorance that really stays

So how does one break from what one has been taught
Be free from memories and see what needs to be sought
I guess the moment will come on its own accord
And leave all these notions that I cannot afford

Enlightenment will be when I am free of my "mind"
Allowing all things to be free of themselves and that will be fine
With this then there is nothing more that I can do
It is something I cannot see but instead it sees me in its view

Dom*Colucci © 2015

Wind, a forced entry*

 Wind, a forced entry* A wind blowing day, is outside my door Whipping all around but don't know what for Maybe it is to show its streng...