Dedicated to the abandoned subplot in the film "Snow White". The Queen proposes the young suitor, and he scorns her. Asa result, he is held in a dungeon. I wondered what his environs would feel like-where is his mind? One can only imagine.

Bound Love

Poem by Chris Cipollini
Read by Matt Micucci

The Lone Race".
 
Here are the poets.
We are the last of our kind
 
We are the child said unfit to feed
 
We are the like the buffalo
the dying breed
 
The brethren of Judah who bargains eternal
 
We are of sinners and swindlers
the lone temple hustlers
 
The last to arrive to God's soiree
feasting wildly on Judgement day
 
sneaking pearls and goldware from the table and floor
late to leave the last Supper and hungry for more
 
Weare the race of the idlers and voyageurs and hilltop mountainside lingerers
We are the race that rich with bags of gold brought whores to mass
 
Set fires to old ways as an iconoclast
 
Who looked to the heavens dismissing all constructs and declared
"The moon is my lover, the stars are my sisters, the rings of Saturn my children
and the planets are madame's and misters"
 
We are the exhibitionists and vagabonds, who will not be remembered
We are the two lords who meet in secret amid the tower, the girl who leaves a rose on the corpse of her lover
 
We are saints and are sinners, we are demons and darlings
We are the race that laughed under torture
We are the slave that pleasured the wife of the master
 
We are the successful impostor
We are the bruised child who flees the hands of his father and
ministry and finds all the wisdom of the universe in the shade of a field
 
We are the stowaways and and secret keepers
the stargazers and tarot readers.
 
Tossing old ways we magnify the kaleidoscope of the divine
We are your neighbor and sister and brother and foe
containing the wisdom of worlds above and below
 
Both human and scoundrel with stars in our face
hear us now for we are the poets
-the last of our race.
 
 

"The Lone Race"

David and Goliath a poetic indictment

"The False Goddess"

Unburden Me

The classic poem of love lorn and longing as told by myself.

"Annabel Lee"-as read by Chris Cipollini

Twilight-by Apollinaire

The Secret Kingdom-excerpt "The Well"

Theres two sides to every villian's story.



"In defense of the 13th son"

"Hoia Baciu-The Bad Forest"

"My Rogue-for Arthur"

Except from Chris Cipollini's third published work, "Trifecta, Stories, Sojourns, Word of Life"
Available now on Amazon and select retailers!  
https://www.amazon.com/Trifecta-Stories-Sojourns-Words-Life
Visit Chris Cipollini's website:
http://chriscipollini.wixsite.com/poetryandart

Chris Cipollini

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