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Sometimes You Just know
With every
Breath I take
I am thinking
Of you
My eyes
Are out of focus
Unless I am
Looking at you
My heart
Beats faster
When you walk
Into the room
I can hear
Your voice
Even when
You are silent
When I stroke
Your hair
I feel a tingle
In my finger tips
And when your eyes
Meet mine
I sink into
A state of trance
When you put your
Hand in mine
It is like being touched
By an angel
I hold on firmly
But not too tightly
Knowing I never
Want to let go
When you give me
A gentle hug
I feel completely lost
Within you
Energy that is mine
Moves into you
And a sense of serenity
Engulfs me
And when our lips
First touch
I melt
And forget to breathe
If only the kiss
Could last forever
And this feeling
Would never go away
Then I cup your face
In my hands
I look directly
Into your eyes
And I realize
At this very moment
This is what
Was meant to be
vic damico © 2010
Tags: Poetry, Poems, Writing, Vic Damico
A Night Just For You
She giggled as I placed the blindfold on her eyes
Asking what it was I did not want her to see
I told her to just be patient, and to trust me
I took her hand and led her to the back door
We walked outside and across the yard
Until we reached what only I knew was there
I gently helped her to sit; I remained silent
Eyes were still covered and she couldn't stop smiling
Finally I removed the cover from her eyes
The look on her face at that moment was priceless
She said nothing as she looked all around her
It was clear this night belonged solely to her
We were sitting on a quilt of many colors
Three sides were lined with various sized lit candles
There was an ice chest, its contents unknown to her
Rose petals scattered all around us both
I reached into the chest and removed the wine
As well as two long stem crystal glasses
I filled one glass and handed it to her
Then one for myself and sat the bottle down
I toasted to her angelic existence
And to the blessing of having her in my life
We took a sip of the wine
Then I leaned forward and kissed her
Again I reached into the chest removing platters
Filled with what I knew to be her favorites
Cheeses, grapes, strawberries and cherries
Sliced melons, pineapple, and chocolates
We ate like children on Halloween
Feeding each other with treats and kindness
Never had I seen her smile so much
And never had my heart felt so full
We held hands and sat there silently
Gazing into each others eyes
As if on cue, we both looked up to the sky
It was full of stars seeming brighter than ever
This is my gift to you, my love
A picnic under the night sky
The stars and the moon are quite jealous
For you are the beauty of this night
Vic Damico 09.11.2010
Tags: Poetry, Poems, Writing, Vic Damico
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Falling
Posted On 04/10/2011 08:17:18
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Falling
In one quick motion,
I took one final look below and jumped.
There was no hesitation,
and now, it is simply too late to change my mind.
Gravity now has control of me,
and downward, I fall.
No longer do I have a choice in my earlier decision,
and now I am having doubts about my chosen path.
The air around me is adding resistance to my decent,
and I feel as though my skin
is trying to tear away from my body.
My speed is increasing by the second,
and I have not reached full speed, yet.
I feel the blood as it seems to gather in my head.
The pressure I feel on my body
is unlike anything I have ever felt,
and I suddenly find myself dizzy.
As I plunge toward the ground,
I have thoughts of what it would be like
to feel the impact as my body
makes contact on the concrete below.
I wonder what feelings would surface within me
just before the contact takes place.
I even have thoughts of how others would respond,
and these thoughts going through my mind
are quite troubling.
I continue to fall,
and the ground seems to be
coming up on me quite rapidly.
I feel my pulse increase,
and my mind is filled with a sudden horror
of what will happen.
I think of my life,
what I have done,
what I should have done,
and I have thoughts of my friends and family.
I try to decide if I have lived my life
in an honorable manner,
and wonder how others perceive me,
and if I am accepted as a good person to them.
I continue to plummet in a downward spiral
and wonder how far I have actually fallen,
and how much further I have to go.
I then think to myself that it is time
to truly find out my fate.
I pull the ripcord,
and I feel a tremendous jolt
as my parachute opens
and immediately slows my descent.
With my speed reduced,
and the knowledge that I will safely
reach the ground without unwanted consequences,
I feel a sudden calmness.
The ground below comes into full focus
and I slowly touch down,
and I am once again safely grounded
with life and myself.
Tags: Poetry, Poems, Writing, Vic Damico
I Control Your Night
I gently place the needle on the record
Headphones are covering my ears
Minor adjustments are made to the tones
The volume slider is down on the mixer
I quickly hit the start button on the turntable
The sounds starts, but only I can hear it
I rock the vinyl with a back and forth motion
As I search for the right point to start
I find my target
I hold the vinyl completely still
I slide the volume control to maximum
Release the record, and the night begins
Base is thumping and it vibrates the soul
As the song intro continues and builds
I hold down the button on the fog machine
For fifteen seconds I fill the room
As the meat of the song erupts
I turn on the two giant strobe lights
You cannot see your hand before your eyes
You feel you are in a lightning storm
With a flip of a switch the main light show begins
Blue and red flashes seep through the smoke
The mood has now been set
Now it it time to control the environment
I flip through the LP's looking for a secret
A song that will move and motivate
I find it and pop it onto the other turntable
I put the needle on it and let it start
I hear it in my headphones, but only me
I spin it backwards looking for my cue point
I find it, and I listen closely to the song playing
With my fingers I move the record back and forth
Looking for the beats of each song to match
A fraction off would sound like a train wreck
I release the vinyl and move the volume slider
A slight adjustment to the pitch, and two songs are playing
As the second song builds
I place my fingers on the crossfader
In a split second, I drop volume on the first song
And allow the second song to take over
The club is packed, and so is my dance floor
My job is to keep them there for the night
Song after song; never a moment of silence
And I have to do this for hours at a time
One record after another I control the night
Guiding emotions and reactions into the morning
Demanding that they dance on the floor before me
Making the sure the next song will not let them leave
The night continues, and so does my music
I watch the dance floor to read the mood as I go
As the attitudes strengthen, so do I
I am up to 138 beats per minute
Beer and liquor is flowing
They have broken out their glow sticks
What started as a single song earlier
Has allowed me to control the crowd
And I will continue to lead your direction
Not suggesting, but dictating how you feel
I will guide you into the morning hours
At least until the house lights come on
Then, you are on your own
Tags: Poetry, Poems, Writing, Vic Damico
When I Close My Eyes
Longing for the end of the day
Prepared for what the night will bring
What is denied to me with eyes open
Comes to me when I close them
Overwhelmed with anticipation
Waiting to enter my dream world
Limitations and rules are eliminated
This is when we meet face to face
I know of my daytime existence
And I know you have your own
Dreams seem to weave them together
And present them to us as we sleep
All that I can only imagine
And that which I reach for in my mind
Is served gracefully to me as I sleep
Visions and emotions are amplified
The reality of day sets the stage
Every moment is a part of the set
Directed by desires shared between us
Resulting in a play that is colored in passion
Our thoughts are vital components
The makeup of what we feel in our hearts
Visions, touches, and sight totally unknown
Are clearly projected in our sleeping hours
I begin each morning with an empty heart
Thoughts of you fill it by the end of the day
And I know when my head hits my pillow
I will be swimming with the thoughts of you
I simply close my eyes, and you appear
All that is unreachable is suddenly present
The impossible is suddenly possible
And as always, my Angel, you are there
Longing for the end of the day
Prepared for what the night will bring
What is denied to me with eyes open
Comes to me when I close them
Sometimes
When
We
Dream,
Our
Sub-conscious
Mind
Will
Reveal
To
Us
What
Hides
In
Our
Hearts...
vic damico © 2010
Tags: Poetry, Poems, Writing, Vic Damico
A Prison Within Our Minds Although we acknowledge
that we live in a world
where we have an endless supply
of possibilities
We choose to remain stagnant
to live in a dormant existence
and it is a path that is motionless
and transpires into nothingness
Knowing all we desire is within our reach
even our dreams and wishes
they are there for the taking
if we are willing to put forth the effort
Fear has become the replacement
for what once was initiative and integrity
leaving us stranded
within the grips of darkness and despair
Our minds seem incapable
of simple comprehension
and simplicity has grown
into a state of confusion
The smallest of tasks
will create unknown barriers
problem solving seems to require
far too much energy
Full of weakness and self pity
we hide within our own minds
unwilling to surface again
until steadiness is restored
Unwilling to take that first step
hesitant to move forward
afraid of what simply is not there
we try to wish it away
Hiding within the safety of ignorance
and the lack of understanding
Presenting ourselves as being conservative
as we tremble with fear
While even we know we are cowards
we remain content
Unable to strive for what we want
and stray from the calmness
Longing for what is good and right
but unwilling to search
yet waiting for it to come
without effort or concentration
We sift through our daily activities
selecting what will come easily
Setting aside that which will create
uncertainty or anticipation
Our challenges are hidden away
we would rather be wrong than brave
Leaving that which requires a conscious effort
in some dark place
Difficult decisions, we leave for others
those who are equipped with discipline
We can't allow our hands to touch
that which may require true thought
We cowardly sit in our dark corners
as we wait for others to lead us
knowing exactly what we want
but depending on others to produce it
In a society that promotes irresponsibility
and allows for this subnormal existence
we seem to gladly step into that provided position
and await an outcome selected by others
What we see as living in a safe zone
creates a world that is safe for no one
Instead, we have walls all around us
that prevent any movement at all
As we continue on our chosen paths
that will lead us to where we need not be
We close our eyes, our minds
and even our souls to everything
We finally come to realize in our hearts
that what we see as this safe zone
With all of its self-inflicted distortion
has actually become our prison within our minds Vic Damico 21 Sept. 2010
Tags: Poetry, Poems, Writing, Vic Damico
Difficult Decisions
Some decisions, even the simple ones
will eat at your mind if you allow it
I wonder if the conclusion I reach
will be found to be an acceptable one?
Are there going to be regrets
or will I feel an uncertainty?
Trying to hurry the needed answer
seems to be slowing my response
Time is certainly a factor
with my quest
A decision is needed
and it is needed now
And the one whose next move rests on my decision
is hovering over me impatiently while I ponder
I glance at my watch
I can feel the pressure
A hasty decision can lead
to an inevitable disaster
Others around me are growing angry
that anger increases by the second
I can feel the their anxiety
it is penetrating my brain
It is a simple decision;
a choice of variety
Yet, I find my mind
to feel numb
The answer will not come
I look him straight in the eyes
Asking for just a little patience
Can you give me a few minutes?
I have to get this right
The pressure is building
My mind seems to be frozen
I dig deep within me for the answer
And still, it will not come
He is before me again, standing, waiting
I cannot stand the pressure any longer
I throw the menu on the table
Hell, just bring me the meatloaf...
Tags: Poetry, Poems, Writing, Vic Damico
FYI...How Dreams Are Formed
Since many poets base their writes on dreams, whether from real dreams or not, I decided to explain how dreams take place and where they come from. While in college, I studied Psychology, and the subject of dreams was always kind of a pet project. This is just the basics, and it goes much further than what I am providing within this write. The following may answer a few questions many have related to our dreamworld...
Dreams do not simply appear; there is a process that allows them to form, and determines what direction they will go, although that process will never be exactly the same two nights in a row. They are like snowflakes, in that there are too many factors that will mold the dreams based on the mind of the individual who has the dreams. When do dreams begin? We do not simply sleep; there are various stages of sleep, and dreams will not surface during all of them. During the REM (rapid eye movement) stage of sleep, the dreams materialize in whatever form or level the mind will allow. Where do dreams come from? A dream has an endless supply of subjects that is limited only by that which has become a part of the memory of the individual, even that which cannot be retrieved in our awakened hours. While we sleep, our brain activity continues, although not a cognitive activity. The brain is basically working on its own, without the individual controlling the outcome. The dream may be about anything you have ever learned, saw, touched, smelled, heard, or thought. Now, for the really strange part of dreams. Have you ever been having a perfectly normal dream, then out of the blue comes something that is not only unrelated to the rest of the dream, but seems unrelated to anything at all? Ok, here is what is actually happening. Your sub-conscious controls your dreams, the content, the order, and the dream itself from beginning to end. While you sleep, even though you have active brain activity, the activity is not a clear, organized thought process as when you are awake. There are nights that you may be having a perfectly normal dream, with nothing unusual contained within the dream, and suddenly, the dream takes a turn into something totally unrelated to the rest of the dream. Ok, here is what happens to cause that unrelated insertion into the dream. While you dream, it is not a constant, normal brain activity. There are voids all through the activity which would remain as a void without the following. When a void is present, your sub-conscious will fill that void. Once again, the sub-conscious will consist of anything that has taken place within your entire life thus far. It could be something you saw in a movie that day, or it could be something that happened to you when you were five years old. That is why we have dreams whereas you may be walking with your girl/boyfriend in a park, and then suddenly you are attacked by a creature, or you begin to fly, or you are suddenly alone. The twist, and the shift from a normal dream to a nightmare is based simply on what the sub-conscious decided to fill those voids with, and even the length of the dream. The longer the dream may be, the more voids there are to fill. There are other factors that will change the dream simply because they will change the brain activity. Drugs or alcohol will have an obvious impact on the dreams. As for me, I drink quite a bit of coffee each night. It does not keep me from sleeping, but the coffee will stimulate brain activity. I always tell people that instead of having dreams, I have full-length movies. But, in reality, I do have dreams that stray far from what is considered normal because of the coffee. To me, dreams are entertainment while we sleep...
Sweet dreams, my friends...
Tags: Poetry, Poems, Writing, Vic Damico
Feel Love, Don't Think It
Many try to rely on the mind
to understand the meaning of love
Why would we consider that source?
the mind has nothing to do with it
How could it?
The mind is not part of the process
Love goes beyond rational thought
Your mind may show you her vision
but only the heart can see her
the eyes simply allow that vision
only the heart knows her to be there
Your mind will allow her soft whispers
and the ears can read the vibrations
yes, that soft voice she uses to speak to you
is only truly heard by the heart
Her tender touch, such a thing of power
the mind and the sensors may take the credit
the mind is again creating an illusion
only the heart could know her touch
Even the simply smell of her hair
may create an emotional overload
the mind can feel the symptoms
but the heart responds on its own
And over time, the growth, itself
of love and all that is connected
an endless array of emotions, even pain
dwells in the heart, not the mind
So, the next time you hear the words
you are deep within my heart
understand those words for their true meaning
you have filled a heart with love
vic damico © 2010
Tags: Poetry, Poems, Writing, Vic Damico
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