Poetry

A Few Selected Poems

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The Beautiful Life By Michelle Vigilo Copyright 1998 Far beyond the greenwoods he stands and stares Under the moon in the cold wild air Away from the flames of fire in bloom Across the wide open from all they consume To whisper sweet whispers across the pale night And touch the sweet touch of the faint breathe of life Inspired conception the evening bells toned It captured the essence in all to let go Her hunger grew wild so fierce and untamed That she ran through the field of life with no shame She fled in the night at a quarter past three Afraid of the hopes and dreams she had seen Enclosed now forever in thunderous pain Lapsed in the time of a wind that blows chains Alone by the side with a fore of a frown Seized by the clutch of solemn peace in the ground To see the world in a twinkle of the night And then lay in the field of all breathless life Her scarf slightly tangled enwrapped on her neck The wind gently fluttered through her ribbons of dress That darkened black whip lashed out of it’s hole Unleashing it’s anger for all to behold And piercing the air with a shattering high She left a worn tortured body behind So fresh to the core as he cuddles the leaves And dreams that he sees in the faint mid-night breeze A breathe of creation that creeps past his soul So passionately warm from all that’s below To love for a time in the meadow at night And feel for a moment what was once only life The shadows laid low from the darkness of sin Then soon touched the sun and a new life begins In the corner of the forest a green wood grows With the wisdom and knowledge of a truth untold By the forest of trees in the pasture at night Come closer my dear to the beautiful life

		*Move on* By Michelle Vigilo Copyright 1998 A dog buries a bone in the dirty old dirt Why is dirt dirty, though it is cold It may be as old as the stars in the sky How far away they are As far away as we are from reality Reality is only truth Truth that not everyone can understand One is not different from another We are all made of Dirt from the earth of the devil Water from the sea of freedom Air from the sky of God Why do we Look through the eyes of yesterday In the world of today Looking forward to the days of tomorrow Blink those eyes, wash that face Your as innocent as everybody else was Till you took that first breath, then it was gone When we’re all blind We feel, hear and speak the same It’s going to get better But how will tomorrow come When the people of taday are In the world of yesterday They may think they are better They’re only the root of evil That grows in the ground Mostly make of dirt They say without me there’d be no you Without you there’d be a me But with out those in mind who are below them There is Dirt, dust, death
	*Her own* By Michelle Vigilo Copyright 1999 Over the broken wall of heartache Under the lasting spell of childhood This is just the time we’re all in As we turn the corner of intrusion We stumble upon a rock Looking for the answer Before we find the question Openning up to the great task in life Closing the door on worthlessness Faces are only of friends You over look the real things I see the plastic smiles clearly Those that are mean in a world so nice They find dust and see disaster Thinking everything is here for you Not opening to anyone For so long Not even to yourself It’s so wrong Thinking you are the tip of the mountain And we are the trees below There to catch the disturbed rocks Look below you I am here


	*You know* By Michelle Vigilo Copyright 1998 You know life isn’t getting better -no! never ever getting better. Twist your tangled burning inside how can you ever hide outside. Home is not such the beautiful place it’s only a place to face the disgrace and trace the shame the heartache and pain in the rain. Not to throw frustration away but to make you find a way to blame the day on a pitiful soul knowing tomorrow you’ll dig another hole. Cold and late we fake to break the silence we all take and place the fate of all others we hate. Words are all bold we know it’s so cold as we hold no meaning behind the things that are said, it’s sad, it’s bad it’ll drive us all mad. Cutting my own flesh its so fresh to feel the real meaning to cry I don’t lie I only despise all others who die. Twisting and turning I’m burning and yearning and choking and hoping for a better life with no spite, I’m only right to stop this fight that’ll hide inside and forever in the night….Oh it might. Have you ever tried to cry so many times that the tears that leave your eyes are tired and dried? It’s a crime besides I have oh too many times. When a whisper of the words I love you shatter and scatter and shed as you go above leaving my head. Relief from life and those you loved filled with grief it will repeat. To cry alone in the night full of fright it’s not right. Will we ever see the lights or the sights oh we might see the gold with the old as we fold in the cold to the ground and look all around only to be bound by the sounds of a lifeless hound that’s crying so loud watching the clouds, should it be aloud? Well I’m not proud! So now you all know that’s as it all goes the snow will blow and show that life isn’t getting better, no! Never ever getting better…….

	*Taken from fate* By Michell Vigilo Copyright 1998 The anomalous world of shocking consternation which not only I extant in with blood. I cease vitality with no lament just reprisal on all even myself. With every finger and hope latched onto my object and empty [proceedings. That are only filled with daunt. Alone in a room with soundless outcries only heard by me. I exalt my arm as I wrap my fingers around the handle. It has no life, no pain and can persist in this world for it kills. One, two three….It’s gone as I throw it to the ground. I fold to the loam and wait for the opposite of my purpose. The blood dripped down my black clothes. The agony I feel is only half of the bliss I long for and only a fraction of the torture I went through. I begin to go in and out of a so-called dream; it will soon be my own reality. Now I have succeeded, not failed, where others have failed but also succeeded. I begin to move in ways I never felt before, I’m going to a place I so hopingly desire, no time to panic, or regret but I…..I was wrong!

		*My Pen is The Genius* By Michelle Vigilo Copyright 1999 My pen is the genius. All these words that flutter through my head, most of them lost, scattered in the dusk cloud flowing out behind me. Too fast, too fast they flash in my brain. I have found mania! It runs rapid like wild fire, devastation my bones. The candlelight flickers with the wind before me. In front of my eyes. My pen is the genius, my pen is the geius. The flickering whispers of a soft sullen breeze that swells in my room. By the light of my steel room mist, bellowing raindrops fall with in my head. My mind can’t rest…A mere study to you who try to untwine my words. Hopelessly looking for and answer? My heart pounds with in my chest. An amazing to the brief curious few among you. I write of my life, this mystery of sanity out of abnormality. The flickering candle lost with in the shadows that glow before me. Will it ever end? This rapid stream of words that devourer my life A privilege, this sweet loving tone to which I fall to my knees and treasure. I wish to swallow me whole. Oh love of life it finds me. Sometimes I hide. It seems to seek me out, where ever I lay. Don’t leave me now! My blessing dear, the flickering light will fade. I’m lost and untouched at times, tortured in hopelessness. The black ass days clouded my mind. To me my cherished blue. Wide-awake I stare…Do I amaze you? Behind this pen the flickering light fades. As you find no connection. Why must you look for the answers here? I wonder what you may someday make of this sheet that my pen roll upon. What sense will be found in this hidden pile of words held so close to my heart? Those that flow across this sheet, you can’t understand. It’s locked within my head. I’m falling deeper, deeper and further away from what I knew. It scares me sometimes as I fade with the flicker of the light that burns before me. The fear of what runs ramped within me. The battle of tides that clash within this dark night. Set between the realities of my faith. Insomnia scatters within this room, trapper in four corners. Things haunt me, the secrets of madness that ramble around me. A loss of hope and well-being. Look within the trouble world, which are the genius of my pen…..

Unto You

I see from the corner of my eye

What you hide when you’re beside

This painted world that you conceived

It’s all just a mystery to me

And then again you’re really not there

Was it a dream? I think I’m scared

To look into this life of stone

Oh no once again, I’m all alone

You whispered these things into my ear

Should I believe that you are here?

Looking further down the road

I can see but it’s oh so cold

I try to escape but can’t find the way

I trip and fall for why should I stay?

And then again it’s all in my mind

If I run will it all stay behind?

Did you realize it shattered me once?

Of all the long days it forever hurts

A penalty for laughter that’s what they say

Oh yea that’s my world I wish to walk away

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