Friday, November 28, 2008

The Constitution of the World

The Bible a diving manual.
Dead Sea Scrolls a key and a divinity rod.
Our minds bigger than this world.

Do you remember when you were a child and nothing appeared out of reach?
Can you recall the first time you came face to face with your limitations?
The grave one more starting pistol like the womb and an open heart.

The Constitution of the World something that must be reckoned with before you can go the distance through desert, ocean and holy space.
The Constitution of the World never reveals its secrets until a trust has been reworked and the last sacrifice becomes the first in a series of cataclysmic events.
A constitution of words haunts mankind like a ghostly martyr in a wilderness of defiance.

The Bible a bridge to this world and the next.
Dead Sea Scrolls a life raft willing and able to rescue us once we’re ready to ask for help.
Our minds far larger than you can imagine once your imaginings are set ablaze.

Charles Cicirella
November 27, 2008 4:43 PM

Thursday, November 27, 2008

I Will Find The Words

Start walking
Don’t ever stop
Glory our destiny.

Don’t wanna believe in genocide
But I know it’s with us everyday
Because in some people’s hearts
There is a darkness that wont go away.

I will find the words even though it’s too late for us
Finding the words both a blessing and a curse
Running out of breaks far more serious than running out of money.

Shadow governments will never eradicate the will of the people
A good breakfast the most important meal of the day
Don’t forget to brush your teeth and make your bed.

Here we go again
Don’t ever stop believing
You have been chosen.

Charles Cicirella
November 27, 2008 1:45 AM

Tuesday, November 25, 2008


(for Lori)

I know pretending will not last forever
I know eating a lion is not all it’s cracked up to be
I know when the snow arrives it’s only temporary.

I’m not convinced I have ever really been in love
I’m not entirely certain I’m really that good a man
I’m not sure being a romantic is all that romantic.

Perhaps I’m more scapegoat than lamb
Perhaps I’m more bronze than nickel
Perhaps I’m not all that idealistic.

My wherewithal got up and went
My willpower willed out of existence by an unwillingness to adapt
My gut instincts ended up in the gutter next to my whitewashed dreams.

Still I possess something resembling hope
Still I believe in something or someone that still believes in me
In the still of the night our shadows converge in a back alley of our own creation.

Charles Cicirella
November 24, 2008 11:36 PM

Wednesday, November 05, 2008

The United States Of Purple

It begins now
It begins today.

A change has come
A real leader to lead us
An honest to goodness statesman to show to us our better angels.

Racism has always been a non-starter
An ignorant means to no end whatsoever
A violent, vicious dark age now eclipsed by the audacity of hope.

Don’t be fooled by the naysayers
Led astray by the doom mongers
A united front replaces rhetoric with real love.

It begins today
It begins now.

A new President to lead the way
A new President to save America from itself
A new President to show the world how it’s done.

The United States of America like a turtle on its back
The United States of America like a fish drowning
The United States of America like a Confederate Soldier with Amnesia.

The United States of Purple a game changer
The United States of Purple a blossoming flower
The United States of Purple a personal, passionate choice.

Charles Eric Cicirella
November 5, 2008

Monday, November 03, 2008

Pouring Down Rain

(for Cary)

Grab compass, crucifix, crutch.
I’ve removed blindfold, billfold, alibi.
Turned up volume on treacherous smile.

We’re gonna burn as one next time around.
All the best knowledge mustn’t dissuade us.
I slipped on the ice and was taught a lesson.

Climb out of coffin, compact car, nuclear submarine.
I promise I’ll cease and desist from promoting a united front.
Turn up heat on everything you hold both sacred and profane.

October 26, 2008 9:19 PM