In a Labyrinth of Mazes

People lost looking for themselves in a labyrinth of mazes, 
but there are those who think life is like going to the races! 
Have been here and there in a multitude of places, 
absorbing in my mind lots and lots and lots of faces, 
people wandering at home in a labyrinth of mazes 
where every corner counts, and even walls can become places, 
in a labyrinth of mazes where life goes up and down, 
nice people meet the crazies who keep going round and round, 
in the labyrinth of mazes what you avoid is what you found; 
but keep looking for some daysies, only way to escape the hounds, 
one day you`ll have a quiet oasis, will lose yourself in strange 
sounds, 
it will become the only basis to wait in peace for the final mounds... 


Disbelief

Dusten motes lost in the sky, 
blowing away when they are nigh 
drawn by the lust of passing light 
brief like the flames of eternal night 
finding each other in countless flight 
they circle around, the ritual fight, 
now growing, now shrinking, now falling apart 
in a constant struggle to measure their might 


And they sing in loud voices: 
"It's me, here I am, 
the best and the only that matters all times, 
I weave in the patterns of utter delight, 
others will follow, to reach me they'll try, 
but there's no place to go, they can't get as high! 


Then deep in the void a new voice resounds: 
"keep low all your noises, to heaven I'm bound! 


Uproarious laughter makes ripples of ashes 
for in disbelief they gather and reply the masses: 
"Oh no! That's not true, you are just one of us, 
it's obvious you can't, but do what you must! 


Myriads of marvels dance far in the skies 
the summon of navels, the sparks that are mine 
to speak of the truth and sum up all cries 
they glow from afar to keep all abright, 
but mere shadows of light in the eternal night... 


In swirling walls of wont desire 
friends and foes now lump and gather, 
mouths of flame causing unrest: 
"He's a devil!" "No! He's blessesd!" 
But oblivious to disgrace 
in the heavens simply dances 
while the droplets of his sweat, 
handsome jewels, attract all glances. 


Hellish hounds sorround him howling 
fiery and furious waited prowling: 
"Torn to pieces, a foul meal, 
be he scattered by the wind. 
My revenge almost complete, 
I'll show all he can't compete! 


But oblivious to disgrace 
beauty and wisdom are his toys 
brilliant castles full of grace 
for the people to rejoyce. 
Bubbling spheres of mud and dirt 
sent to trail him in his wake. 
"Be he spattered by this tar 
let them all see that he is dark. 
I've prepared for him a pit 
and once there on him I'll spit" 


Yesternight
Yesternight began to mourn, 
cowering face for being alone, 
among floating voices of newfound souls, 
night of magic among the gods... 


All the secrets of this world, 
of all the universes where I roam, 
confronted by veils of occult words 
they expect from me something 
but I give none... 


And hark to the Powers 
who acquiesed ti be seen 
they acknowldeged the existence 
of a simple being... 


Ten doors are wide open 
to the marvels of yonder 
alike in temptation, 
and equal in wonder. 


And Hark to the Powers 
who extend invitations 
to live in the towers 
where dwell all temptations! 


All doors are wide open 
and I shout my calls, 
I follow the omen, 
I cross all the halls... 


The sirens are luring, 
I follow my cause, 
ten harpies in fury 
there`s blood in the laws. 


Collars of words snowing my mind 
they try to say something 
but they keep me blind, 
a long chain of chances 
for treasures to find. 
Will they know it`s me? 
Will I be maligned? 
It is deep as the sea 
the only one of its kind... 


So I`ll go along 
and leave a wake, 
will sing the song 
og being a Drake. 



Peoples are dissolved into faces

Peoples are dissolved into faces 
and faces are always innocent. 
In the end there is no one to blame, 
for the peoples are made of many voices. 


And they dream, 
and they hate, 
first a whim, 
then it's fate. 


It's the peoples spreading on the Earth, 
All they care is who arrives first... 



The Yell...

Statues bled, 
Christs cried, 
the Yell was heard 
around the Earth... 


Borders trembled, 
the Old City slided, 
hot winds in the desert, 
greats storms collided... 


Throughout creation 
a Yell reverberates. 
Foul defamation! 
In pain all the States... 


Small cries 
uttered in fear, 
behold of the lies 
blooding my ear. 


A figure arises 
features in pain, 
melting the ices 
of torment in vain. 


Twice Earth is surrounded 
by winds of pure wrath, 
accusers abounded, 
they`re blocking the path. 


For envy is a pity 
against great majesty 
it saddens the city 
when people`s so nasty... 


Tonight I'll dream

Tonight I'll dream on the floor,
dark images of unknown lore,
the scent of your memory coming to the fore
among useless scenes, in the space of a wrong door...

Fabrizio J Bonsignore, now Danilo J Bonsignore