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I stand alone
Shattered and broken
Cut to the bone
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So it’s come to this
My love
Hell below us
Heaven above
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Oh Autumn Skies
Embrace me in your leaf strewn forest floors
Clothe me with your canvas colours
Quench me with your dew-grass mornings
Hold me in your frosty hands

In the dying, an explosion of life
In the cold grey, an explosion of colour
In the fading day, a million rays of sunshine
That permeate my soul to the depths of my being
Reminding me that all things come to pass
That my summer
That my youth
Are fleeting too
Just like the leaves
That shine crimson red, yellow, and orange
If only for a moment
Only to fall and die
And scatter before me

Oh Autumn skies
Sing to me before I die
Cover me in a blaze of glory
Just like the leaves that have fallen

Before me

Say not a word
My love
As we lay down
And make love in silence
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To live is to sleep
To ride is to awaken…
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Poetry is the perfect medium for the modern age.

In the days of email, instant messaging, and thousands of other means of communicating in virtually instantaneous fashion, poetry is well suited to conveying in just a few words a writer’s deepest thoughts and ideas. A few stanzas of well written poetry are as meaningful as a thousand pages of written text in other forms. Poetry is to literature what photography is to the visual arts – a snapshot of an instant in time; and perhaps a more intimate glimpse into the artist’s mind. With my poetry I have tried to paint a picture that speaks a thousand words with just a few brush strokes….

A word of caution: poetry often provides a direct glimpse into the very soul of the poet and I discourage any of my readers from “reading” (excuse the pun) too deeply into the meaning of any one of these works. Be forewarned that there is a fair amount of projecting going on in these poems – not all of them are based on my direct life experiences or the people in my life, many are based on the experiences of others. With this understanding I invite you to enjoy these works and I welcome your comments relating thereto.

Sincerely,

Paul

PS: A very special thanks to my cousin Fabio Vettorello for putting together this awesome site in such a short time! I owe you big time cuz!

I’m so alone
Nobody home
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War is a song
That should never be sung
War is a bell
That should never be rung
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We embrace
We undress
For the dance
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