POUR SENTIR MECONNU

These are my words,

soft and sheltered in solitude.

These are my words,

spiraling.

amidst the the fires,

Centrifugal and ragged.

Can you hear my words

through your shroud.

See my lips stiffen, a repose,

just a star's flicker from endless

discussion.

Are these nothing but word's,

Baritone sentiment's dancing

on windows, raining down

on peeved passersby.

Whether they find passage

into your disposition,

or met with defiance.

I will not abdicate

that which is deservedly mine

As with your wishes,

Ever vacillating,

I do bow.

Should you kneel

wheat to wind

That these are my words,

perpetually here,

utterances

without end.

N.Pablito

LA LETTERA A UN AMICO

Follow the yellowish hue

to summer's slumber,

around the dunes bending

blades,

onto chilled, stiffened sands

to eternities awaiting ocean.

Welcoming blues, and winds...

Where wishes and needs blend

and bestow gusts of wanting.

Relish virgin faces, tender youthful kisses.

Long not for what is to come

next season.

Fall lasts but for a moment in yellows, oranges

and browns.

Savor the bitter taste of lasting memories,

so sweet to be a neophyte on traveled ground.

Ignorant

and in love,

with love itself

Calling to forgotten ears,

who know what season's bring,

that intimacy is more a gentle breeze,

than a tempest's breathe.

Decorticate,

and bare witness

to the newness of his flesh.

Bathe yourself in lavender and

verisimilitude.

Till next season shines a golden hue,

and in that reverent brightness,

Love will be for the sake of you.

N.PABLITO

PROVINCETOWN BEACHES

Beach grass tightened around his finger,

sands whispering truths to be told...

I am an ocean my love,

and oceans

don't wait for dreams to bare.

We are a strong lot,

amongst weaker waters,

Our heavings high,

capped with heavenly white wishes,

shall share no burden of love,

less,

that burden is bore as one.

And to you my soul is given,

whilst firey sands

turn to glass.

Shimmering we,

against subtle blue

folded in,

by crystal green hints of joy,

far from the murky transient lust

to our content,

meet...

Grass and Sea.

N.PABLITO

This poem is dedicated to my Brother who is engaged to be married as of this weekend.

I wish he and his future wife all the love in my heart and more.

I am the Northern bell

Strong, silent never, I stand

on eternal values, sanctified

by man's lust for

Barren pages

Await me, by tic, by toc

PASSIONE SU PASSIONE SU LUSSURIA

Passione is a personal piece written to express my feeling on the

constant undulation of the sexual appetite.

In the darkness

Your eyes blaze

and I sense silk between satin.

Moment upon moment lost,

Forever ablaze on firey sand.

A look, just a fleeting stage

Where love amongst lust,

displays.

Towards a touch,

as touch commands

A restless longing.

A forgetful mourning.

Between woman and man.

So lay you by oak.

So lay you by land.

Shall there be but a moment,

in the dark,

Amongst firey eyes.

Where glass returns to sand.

N.Pablito

I NEED YOUR PAIN

To what do we lend to our need for pain, our need for turmoil. The Yin and the Yang of love

is so necessary an evil that one can't deny. As much as I predicate my poems with the stories of being devastated emotionally, I can not pass on full blame, for I am as much a part of the storm as the wind is to the rain.

I can simmer in sunlight

and damn it does me justice

But I need pain on a stormy night.

That kinda pain, that keeps,

Dreams from takin shape...

Yah those sleepless nights.

I invite them in,

cause their long lost friends,

and long lost friends,

are best when you reunite.

Hail poppin, rain droppin

Words like wine

How devine an orchestration,

my pain becomes.

Through simple verbs

and orgasmic rhythms...

My tempest arrives.

N.Pablito