Poetry
In chronological order
To deal with
The thoughts; another day enduring my insignificant intelligence; my lack of success in anything, makes me want to push myself into darkness.
The simple; the one; the entity we’re all sure will bring peace to the unsettled behaviour in my heart.
The death; the seemingly unworried figure approaches me with a prospect of better.
My life a mess of annoyance and of dealing with the stupidity of society. This is my lesson to learn this time round.
© Halmat Ferello 2010
Sleepy
The sleepy behaviour screams into my ears and I lose my balance. My head glides through the air and the noises stop forming.
The silence golden and pure; unreal and a relief.
The headache slumps into my skull, forcing itself onto the gentle childhood behaviour.
“it needs to be more tangible” he shouts. “no more games or play for you”
The darkness doesn’t seem all too bad. The calm. What I need right now.
© Halmat Ferello 2010
Tea
I got up this morning and poured hot water into a cup. Filled to the brill and dropped a tea bag. Earl grey. The scent reminds me of the red sunrise in the January mornings. The cold mist hugs the buildings surrounding my 5th floor view.
With each slip I can feel the comfort. The non-annoyance. The hot travels down my throat. Gives me warmth. Soothing yet leaves the slighty non-comfortable black soot rattling my spine. The knowledge. The naked truth hurdles into and onto my mind. Petty. Endless crowds of stupidity struggling to squeeze into the container. Pretending to fit into this lifestyle.
I look down into my cup. Slight resemblance of the past drawn on the surface. No milk no sugar. I enjoy the raw hit of truth. Watching the evolution of stupidity, grace itself around the container people.
© Halmat Ferello 2010
Coated
Coated in darkness, the kind that you can’t see, the kind that fills you with emptiness. But who am I to judge its purpose. The substance that lies beneath a whirlwind of complex structures that simplify over time (collective super strings of energy follow into that harmony). My purpose to suffer and finally grow up – stripping away the many layers.
Coating of wax darkness, the kind that you can see through slightly, the kind that keeps you slightly warm during the freeze. Dare I leave this shell? But who am I to judge its purpose. To remove those childhood habits of laying low, it’s time for me to shine.
I lay here looking upwards and beyond the scattered stars and the music splits me into two.
One, unhappy but understands the meaning of life.
One, topped up tank full of fire and apprehends the course of fate.
© Halmat Ferello 2010
I am nothing and nor will be anything
I am nothing.
That is all.
Constant depression and a battle for perfection.
I am nothing and the vision I uphold holds no value amongst the triad of people.
Do they not understand or am I nothing?
Vision of death and heartache haunt the very fabric of my body.
I breathe it,
eat it
and loathe it
this and those triad of emotions.
I am nothing and nor will be anything.
© Halmat Ferello 2009
When my mind can float again
The music keeps me afloat on top of that sky those clouds and watching the rainfall trickle over that fictional-full city.
Without way, am pushed over the cliff. Landing on nothing but jiggered rocks. The death as black as dark as unsatisfying as the journey made.
The music, the drug that injects a flow of adrenaline to keep my feet tingling until the next break of sunlight.
A matrix of possibilities and yet a number of delusions. The reality only a chosen number of pre-found and pre-filled paths neatly stacked and processed according to profitability.
The pieces of magnetic cloth, keeps that adrenaline filled drug pumping until the next break of darkness when my mind can float again.
© Halmat Ferello 2008
Greedy Green Slut
What a journey, the predictable, almost makes me a zombie. Wait a minute that is me. Oh shock horror. Fed lies of already off-the-wall dreams about success from some already annoying slut who keeps calling, only when they need you to pay their bills. Which seems to be everyday… What a greedy green slut.
© Halmat Ferello 2008
Haunted
I was haunted by the spirt last night.
My mind awake and on fire.
I feel it like a fever striking through into.
The surrealism and motions projected like an old classic.
My mind haunted, no control I walk in circles and no end in sight.
I fear the worst.
© Halmat Ferello 2008
Motionless and without time
My eyes snapping the delights it endeavours on the voyage through time.
Today, they surf across the many faces, the many dreams that become shaped in the mind.
You seem somewhat concerned with my dark glare, looking deep into you as I normally do. You might be thinking conclusions and abnormalities. Yet, you can sense the love in my eyes.
I take gentle care of what you give me, as I normally do.
The photos dry and lose clarity before me. I now stare into a black empty space.
Motionless and without time they say.
Still, I feel soft edges lay across my face.
I do feel lucky evermore.
You know, that it’s not to see it but feel the soft edges across. Then, all space becomes motionless and without time, so they say…
© Halmat Ferello 2007
I do and I don’t
Sleeping and gentle, as I open my eyes
And focus my vision on the light, squeezing through the blinds
Stretching out onto my mattress, and trying its very best to go all across
And into the rooms beyond…
My heart, nothing of nothing, is the beat of my heart
The darkness lifts his hand and clashes against the light, the fight tormenting me
Never-ending, fluctuating, unsatisfying, oh-so-bitter-lemsip taste in my mouth, as I draw the image around my room
And the memories, the taste haunts me like a curse
I feel want I don’t want to feel and I do that, that I don’t want…
And yet I need that, that I know isn’t real.
© Halmat Ferello 2007
Love you
Words can’t
Describe
the meanings, that are shaped or
Formed
through desires, are emotions amplified, intense and
Enjoyable
days, I glaze upon the empty skies dreaming of holding you in my arms
The aspiration to bare all and look
Deep Into You
there comes experiences beyond touch, how I wanted fulfilling and
Understanding
my heart, beats as your heart beats
Never the moment had I thoughts of going elsewhere
In My Dreams
being with you, forms a piquant array of bright
Colours
showing the happiness within is a truth I
Face
is so beautiful, that I write evermore about you more
Fluidly
like a warm stream, is
Our Love
running through the mildness of the
Green Forests
illustrate the harmony
We Share
everything, you are to
I
Love you
© Halmat Ferello 2006
The Winter Touch
You and I walking across an unbroken white field
The snow hurls gracefully around our bodies, like an artists brush
Snowflakes, lay onto our skin, sending shivers down our backs and tightening our grip on each other
Your grip, your warm touch, your warm glance, underlines our love. So deep be that touch, you reach as far as my soul
Your eyes reach far into me
The barriers come falling, falling and revealing new love new ways. For there is more reason for life with you
More reasons that open descriptions of you
Harmony, different, intelligent, striking, powerful, imaginative, soft, caring, passionate, guiding, practical, lazy, crazy and funny
Picture the two of us walking into a bend of browns and whites of a forest
Our footsteps imprinted onto the snowy ground, cold wind steers us into the vast open landscapes, dare we divulge further…?
© Halmat Ferello 2005
Nor
I think about the times we held each other, the thoughts an array of scenic routes around the countryside. I see you in the corner of my mind, your stare endless, and without pause or hesitation I embrace you. Nor do I think of opening my arms or of letting you go.
Your heartbeat is felt across my arms, your gentle breathes across my neck. For I think you are the light, the light that recognises of such hardship, but knows of such happiness that one can gain by being true and free. As love is not without an intake of the cold winter’s breeze, and yet it decides to guide us into the warm summer’s air.
I look at your stunning-deep-amazing-beautiful-fulfilling… Oh so many words to portray you, so many reasons to love you. My soul cries, droplets falling down my face. I know nothing can replace you. You being the winter touch, marked on my soul for eternity. The generator another crude name for such a rapport, for you and I produce something that is infinity irreplaceable.
Take not my words as a crude contract, but as an everlasting romance. And take not the kisses that I blow to you, as a sign of good-bye, but as one of I love you evermore…
© Halmat Ferello
1000
Slipping onto my chair
My head running at a 1000ºC
The music abstract and liberated,
The only one that can understand, can help filter
Carving the loneliness,
My heart injected with 1000mg of mistrust,
Injected with die-hard desire for perfection
Injected with the little tiny thoughts of someone’s else happy ending
I look out, seeing the swans hint their way closer
I feel spilt a thousand ways,
No easy route or defined picture
Washed with emotions, full control and no desire to create pain
Weaving and turning aches, avoiding confrontation is near the task of a god
Every step, the common sunshine and snake’s poison
Every time, the mind notes and endures more heat
© Halmat Ferello 2005
Into
The dark sands blow past my face when I float into and into…
I hit, the wet grainy floor that I sink into and into…
My eyes close slowly, my face heats up, feeling warm, comfortable, I sink into and into…
I hear the many voices above reaching out and daring to be
Yet I sense the grains seeping into and into…
My head feels the swirling as I calmly fade into and into…
The images shake, break, force through my past, the livelihood, childhood, the tension, tears and the dreams I now fall into and into…
© Halmat Ferello 2005
The darkness
I feel the music slice into me, as if were a soft emotionless killer. Cutting
through me with a knife so sharp and yet so delicate…
This music…
It reminds me of the past and strange it may be I cannot let go…
This music…
It opens the wounds, and yet I care not about the damage I cause to myself…
Making me mentally suicidal, I like to hurt myself. But why? Why is the
misery and pain so much of a drug to my heart, to my soul? I feel the pain
set course into my blood, the airy music, makes me cry.
Past love, keeps haunting me, my first love keeps her daggers still into me.
She taunts and eliminates my happiness without effect. She is perfect… at
bringing forth the darkness, that empty spot where you question your reasons
for life, for living and for love.
I don’t understand the world, I don’t understand my hypersensitive
nature, I don’t understand the paranoia, I don’t understand any
of it. My psyche flooded with such crazy thoughts of death, this unusual aspect
keeps haunting me, making sure I understand its still there… Maybe that’s
one thing I can be certain of in my life, the darkness…
© Halmat Ferello 2005
Those Moments
I close my eyes and drift into the moments that we shared
Remembering as a
child, looking at that curly-headed cutie that always smiled
Remembering as a
teenager, how we used to play hockey in the hall
How we used to roll down the
snowy hill and laugh as we dropped
How we played those silly games endlessly for
days
You left us so early in life
You filled our lives with great joy
Yet you did not peace in this life
The tears that drop from my eyes are for every instant we shared
Never forgetting
those moments is what I shall do for you
A close family, a united family we stand together and think only of those
happy moments…
© Halmat Ferello 2005
No more barriers
I dream of us dancing under the crystal lights, all around everyone glazing
Not a care in the world, as we hold each other softly.
Stroking your hair, long fine sleek, reflecting the meek lights.
Your eyes your smile strike through the many barriers built after the first.
With undefined love, the barriers give way as if you were the missing piece,
the link unties the misfortunes the hardness set upon me.
The park’s hill opens our eyes to the busy-bee lights, falling across
the horizon.
I feel your breath across my neck.
Hands elbows arms all over my shoulder, as my back flattens.
Your touch creates a river of fruitful colours tangy tasty bright full of life.
Setting my eyes upon you, I see no barriers.
It is then, I realise how beautiful you truly are.
© Halmat Ferello 2004
The Day flourishes into Night
- The daydreams fill the lonely hours
- The eyes of a desert rose pierce through my heart like an array of black roses
- The smile filters through all that is sad and worry
- The mind’s involved links show the maze to your heart
- The unfelt touch a jump across the pond
- The complexity grows throughout unused time
- I feel the rippling of love squash its blackened over our tranquil thoughts
- Not-too-true a reality only inside my mind’s idealism
- Fearing the same entrapment felt with the first
- Dare not be crushed again by love’s blurred reality ironed into my head,
as my eyes close - The night dreams spur into me
- Bright eyes glow through heart as if an assortment of soft roses
- Smile filters through all that is sad, worry and shady
- Mind’s thoughts show a path to your heart
- Unfelt touch only a skip across the pond
- The simplicity a reality all through the night
- Hear whispering of your thoughts gain momentum
- And through the night uttering,
- Fear not what fear shows, love that what love gives…
© Halmat Ferello 2004
The Red Canvas
The complete confusion, the miserable pain echoes inside my heart
My face keeping the dark in that black box placed perfectly-neatly-softly-with-love
in that small corner in this wide-open room
I feel the snake slip the loneliness quietly into me, the understanding of my
life never at hand nor at sight nor at thought
Of the pain I feel, I paint on that white rough-textured canvas, you see me splash
dark reds across
Grabbing my brush and stretching to reach that annoying corner, filling with
my endless distortion
Dripping colours all over the hard-cold oak floor as the paint dries, you hear
my cry, tears written upon my without-loved face
I wish only for this confusion to dither into nothing, to be rid of this illogical
and un-straight brush strokes on my canvas
The tears fill my nose and crush my voice, as I sit in the entity of unborn
space waiting for a better day, waiting for something to guide me…
© Halmat Ferello 2004
A million and one thoughts
I try, I cry away my thoughts
I bring, I cling to the dreams of my dearest
I swipe, I swear by these feelings I feel in your eyes
I lie, I’d die for a moment with my soul mate
I see, I saw that glitter above you
I ponder, I wonder why intensity beholds my heart
I write, I bit my words until besotted upon you
© Halmat Ferello 2004
Chocolate Dreams
The sensual deceiving princess sits with her straight arrowed black shoes pointing
towards me, face mirrored in blur on the reflecting floor panels. I think of
times our minds burst into action against each other. Yet with conflict comes
grace, as grace solidifies into the viewable, seeing you across the table, I
stare into those eyes, drawing my soul in like light to a black hole. The feelings
take my soul to a most comfortable hilltop, over looking the melting sun, the
fresh air strikes against your dark Indian face. Fire inside my soul wants to
taste that sweet chocolate skin, feel the passion of depth, and grab your body
tightly as we dance across the green grasses. My heart wants to sink inside you
at that exact moment. Tick tick, the clock reaches midnight, sucked up and over,
my soul returned to the empty body, wondering, why disillusion mists him. As
his heart suffers the grey of life, he continues to swirl into the deep and dark
chocolate dreams.
© Halmat Ferello 2004
The Speed
The wooden door slams, the ice wind blows against my fearless face
As the car door is opened, I drag my body inside.
Feel the hummer of the engine; noise of the gravel cuts into my ear, as the
CD player slowly slides and skittles onto a track.
The moon splashes white paint across the black scenery.
Shift into first, and the surroundings of my wooden house fade away from my
rear-view mirror. The lights, the lights, so many lights, shiver over the background
as the car feels over the bumps.
Shift straight into third, because I can.
The lights, the brightness of the lights from my red-sleek car, explode onto
the narrow road covered by haunted trees left and right.
Shift into fourth, the blur of speed increases as my eyes focus on the narrow
road ahead. A slight stare onto the sky, I notice the moon following my every
movement.
I dare not lose concentration as the metallic gear stick slams into the last
and ultimate fifth. The speed increases my heart rate, dithers my vision. I
turn and turn, avoiding collisions with the dark trees.
The smooth tunes seeping out of my speakers, lowers my pulse, clears the darkness
in front of me. Makes me think, makes me open up to the imaginative, the dark,
the speed…
© Halmat Ferello 2004
Brisk dawn
I feel the brisk dawn of the morning
As the red hot sun glides over my dwelling
Hearing the gentle wind stroke my windows as I realise amazement
of creation happening all around me.
In the ground, where the weeds struggle through
Across the mild green trees, I imagine a 360º degree view of
light-feathery bird glisten across the winter sky…
© Halmat Ferello 2004
Beautiful Game (Flow of Motion 2)
As my hand softly strokes your god-created lips
Looking deep into your beautiful aura,
The tears pour like a kid as I find a treasure inside
Treasure’s value stretches as far as the clouds you see across the unseen
sky
For our souls have met once again and surely
be with each other for thousand lifetimes more
Lovers before,
the vision I feel in my heart as I stare onto you my angel
The sweet lyrics of a wicked game is played across the room,
I hold you close as the dancing keeps us in a flow of motion, I breathe you
in as the smells of Jupiter drift around our faces
The intensity mellows up and down our bodies, lips meet and the colours created
flitter upon the heavens…
© Halmat Ferello 2003
Silver Wings
Dreamer has thoughts of flying across the greens,
where the chilled air has always a hint of rain
As he awakens, the doubts hold him down in the messy bed
Trying to break free to unleash his silver wings. So that he can fly away,
be free, be a spirit as in the past encounters he was…
He gazes into the mirror and fast black-and-white images
enter through the back of his mind
Earphones drown his sorrow doubts with trance, yet he believes he can’t
fly
Motionless contemplations blast into his soul,
still grey images held perfectly in place by nail-fastened doubts
Fulfilment blowing into his ears, once
he realises that a hammer is not needed,
if he removes the wall
© Halmat Ferello 2003
One Thought
One thought about feeling through your silky hair
Begins my ride into the red thoughts within you,
as I make the journey into your red soul
Brushing against me
the waves flowing through your red body
Tangles and puzzles await me,
as I float by the red clouds inside your mind
The ease of your blue eyes
tingles lighter shades of emotions
The blue streams falling from your now grey eyes,
gathers my love for you
Grey skies laminate around the mind,
broken by the golden rays, filling the heart
I increase the touch of my golden soul
when I decide your golden skin is too beautiful
Setting me into golden freedom with
one thought about feeling through your silky hair
© Halmat Ferello
Red Thoughts
Laying here listening to music,
Have you heard the love, beat through my heart?
You know what emotions I feel holding you in my arms?
Can you feel the stroke of my gentle hand on your back?
You can smell me,
Yet have you seen me breathe in your beauty?
Have you sensed my breath sweep onto your soft body?
Wondered what the feeling of your skin does to me?
The music fades,
staring at you with my liquid eyes,
Have you encountered that endless smile upon my face?
Does the whisper of my voice glide through you?
Are you feeling my desires for you?
Opened up your heart to me?
© Halmat Ferello
Unfelt
I breathe in the beauty of your sharp-blue eyes,
as they slowly cry away
filling my soul with your unfelt love
Further I contemplate upon the unfelt,
further you entrap my fearless heart
The countless-sleepless nights are endured
only with glimpses of your mild-grey eyes
The heat wave my unbearable love
Laying here gazing onto the white bumpy ceiling
taking in the hot hypnotic air
As the ambient music drifts my mind into
your thoughts, your dreams, your reality
My liquid eyes are a step from closure, yet
your unexplainable stare lingers on inside me
As my hand slides down your body,
feeling that essence glow within your unfelt eyes
Colour I look into complex deep mystical
Your mind I focus into, complex, deep, mystical
Her soul I embrace, complex deep mystical, yet unfelt…
© Halmat Ferello
Liquid Eyes
Transparency moulded onto your mind,
I feel,
I see,
I hear,
I taste every corner in you
I glaze upon sensual lines imprinted on you
I embrace the natural wind
leaving its mark upon your face
Touching formed around our bodies,
forming deep emotions inside our minds
Inside, intense as the bonding of souls
yet awkward as a stranger in the night
The craving my heart holds for your liquid eyes,
Is digging into m soul
The time has been short yet strong
The meaning between us I know not of yet…
© Halmat Ferello 2003
The box
I am a box,
every side simple and flat
Exposed to the eyes
released to the world
A box being me,
with so many planes,
drawings fluttered across them
emitted in all directions
Simple yet elegant being I
The box is I,
unknown inside, complex inside, dangerous inside
The pointy edges remind you about
the sharpness of the corners in my mind
He is the box,
the defined lines of each horizon
outline his physical body
The shadows across the lines
reveal the twisted coils and intersections
within his dreams
The box,
for it is well in view,
well beyond your dreams
beyond and behind is the box
for the box is I
© Halmat Ferello 2003
Only Desires
You are the one my heart seeks for
As I embrace the music,
a strange tear drops onto my cheek
I see you, I see the gentle and
mystical feeling inside
I look at you, and hear the unexplainable
For the grace in heart, the words in your mind,
the silk of your soul uplifts the poet
The connection pours his eyes into
the cold cut sea
Yet the sun jaggers the heat across
his wet face
As my only desire to fill that
silent music, is with your ambient voice
As my only desire to fill that,
nothing landscape, is with your natural green eyes
As my only desire, is to be with you…
© Halmat Ferello 2003
Purple Lines
The purple lines crossed onto my heart
Make the feelings intense
Make the happiness, an illusion
The soft hand that once comforted,
Hurt…
I gave my undying love,
Yet a devil spawned and crushed thou
Born of uncertainty and curiosity,
He played a bigger part than I
Losing thou, is letting go of
The fresh air after rainfall
sound of thunder and glimpse of lighting
The deepness of your eyes…
The pain, the unbeautiful
Sets into my soul, as once again
I walk the golden sand path
© Halmat Ferello 2003
Black and White
the beautiful eyes look at the world evolves itself around
the complete mind sees the sky’s endless vision
the light hand on your shoulder forever comforts
Continuing dreams of the mirrored, forever scale inside the poets psyche
For you never see his tear implied upon you
For in dark of the night he does…
I feel the hard-cold raindrops flicker onto my eyes
Somehow, I am glad the devil has been brought out and defeated
And yet I fear it has destroyed far too much
Might the love be forever clouded?
Clear skies embrace no time for my heart
The present and future linger inside, the unfixable tap
dripping, dripping away…
Draining the body and heart into emptiness,
scared it is the end
I fear my soul can’t bear…
I fall deep into your deepness…
I cry further into your tears…
I contemplate about your thoughts…
Perfect hands were placed on
your deep profound heart…
Sweet shivering
felt among my muscles
Patterns forming across your soul
steaming from your body,
glazing and pondering on
the infinite night-sky
reflecting upon your eyes.
Patterns running across the texture,
as smooth as ice, and gentle as a rose
stroking outward from your centre,
the undefined centre of love…
© Halmat Ferello 2002
Simmering Tears
The colour of my heart, red as raspberries
I eat them plentifully as they are grown by you
the gentle, vibrant flavour tingles within my mouth
They slowly crawl down me
filling my insides.
Each raspberry more tasty than the other…
I admit I see you bleeding
picking those raspberries.
Hurting yourself as well me,
I admit I hold the energy
I hold and loathe those with no energy
I simmer my tears without contemplation.
Your face is painted on my eyes…
the colours go far beyond the electronic eyes
I kiss a foot-step above reality
your alluring eyes simmer in my mind
The eyes that captured me also sting like the sign, is buried deep inside…
I confess our troubles are peaking above all emotions
yet my love for you reaches far beyond any mountain.
My heart is the crossroad,
It sees all you have to offer,
It sees all life has to offer.
My tears of love go far beyond a sorry mistake or a frightful meltdown,
For each tear is a perfectly designed substance of purity emitting from
my ever-hardening aura…
For each tear represents a reason of loving you ever-more…
I glaze at the quickened-fast-changing green lands. As I once more distance
myself from my ever-shifting soul mate
For each tear is another reason to descend onto that dead man’s path,
Each tear! Another reason to strike upon our metal-bond…
© Halmat Ferello 2002
True Love
I sit cross legged upon my purple chair
a corner in the white room I lay my eyes upon,
captivate swans came to sight
reminding me of your untouched soul
I sense the mind of a thousand emotions,
reaching for the door
sensitive heart hears his lover,
for the once incurable scars, a mere piece in his pocket
the sharp-night-air fades into my window,
glazing into your magnetic eyes,
I notice the true, the white, the untouched
suddenly clearing begins, his soul steps higher
cold winds forming around your body,
feeling my silk breath on your back
as I place my perfect hands,
massaging towards the heart
I awake for the rising, catch a gleam of beauty
The sunlight streaming across the gleam
lips softly caressing the gleam, I sit and watch
her evolving in my motionless time,
subconscious tears of true love falling from my eye.
Needing your true love,
for my yearnings to be written
as a Love Poem
© Halmat Ferello 2002
Love Poem 2002 remake
in a saturn white room,
elegant pearls came to sight
reminding me
of your beautiful gracefulness
winds riding around my face,
felt like silk,
as if were made to be part of your sinuous hair
for at night,
looking at stars reminding of
the radiant dark eyes upon you
more and more, more and more…
growing tender for your love
flowing through my veins
desires floating all across my body,
desires meant for your mild gentle figure
day upon day,
contemplating at ever quickening time,
too fast for the hand or eye to see
being my Queen
fulfils my yearnings to be written
as a Love Poem
© Halmat Ferello
The blurred mask
I shadow across the engraved streets,
I the unseen
The mask focuses your ever-evolving pupils
The blur thrown upon your eyes,
the shadowy figures scale in your head.
Intensity scattered across the cloud-sky
mirrored on the moon-strike cool waters
Jumping into a lake of superficial dreams,
The blurring coming into my eyes…
The dimmed waters, losing himself,
he channels for the mask,
ruining the superficial of life
I ponder if the water will ever clear?
Guiding myself through the Abstraction
Engulfing upon the Madness
Embedding upon a Noted-Mind
While playing the music
Ever so softly through your ear…
© Halmat Ferello
My white rose
My white rose,
her beauty arises in my heart,
the eyes light my aura with generous dreams…
your cascading love makes me cry sometimes,
and yet sensing the perfect time to bless my emptiness with happiness.
touching of bodies will create immense heat between…
the emotive of our hearts produces bursts of happiness…
liquefaction of our souls makes liberal deeds over the hill…
the longing presence I have been searching for, seen in my life far beyond
just a kiss
Your passionate soul abides me, for the light that emits from your mind embraces
my body completing every desire…
Affection for you grows day-by-day shaping into no shape, forming into no
form, growing into no sight…
One heart beat from the warmth of your beautiful eyes…
two heart beats from the love we have gained…
three heart beats from the future that awaits us…
© Halmat Ferello 2002
Sense
My side thoughts of you are in main focus
The wild flowers that grow inside root from you
Yours hands sound their actions through the rhythm
of the leaves outside my window
I feel the whispering of your voice call my name,
it glides across my shoulder into my soul
The touch of your skin, beyond sounds of the ocean
feeling across the white sands
Picturing the intense beating, as I lower my ear
onto your smooth and soft chest
I hear your fiery green eyes
recite the heart’s emotions across the sea room
and into my focused thoughts of you…
© Halmat Ferello 2002
The Vision of Closure
The dreamer glazes onto the solid ground.
His toned eyes locked on the dirty yet dusted floor.
The blue blurred moon crushes his vision of closure.
The Beloved, seeks the dead man’s path, as he realises the chaos,
the confusion is beyond his masterful control…
He gently kisses his cold palm, feeling
brittle skin, sensing upon the scars left behind.
Abstraction causes diffusion of anger
My mind on the decisions edge, be it worse, or better
For I to find that answer is but a heart-step away…
Decision on the brink of building inside me
The one I look upon seems to discharge false colours
Am I the true one? Or Am I the substitute…?
The tear drops before I cried
The maze entraps before I enter
The future arrives before I taste present…
I, seeking the path that will accomplish me make me complete…
May it, be a reason for my tear?
Have I built this entrapment?
Has my closure already begun…?
© Halmat Ferello
White Rose
I seek the tunnel paths you drift into the lover’s complex essence
The distance only lingers like the winds hold on you
Unbelievable thrones cut deep into me,
Soul bleeds as you touch to stop it.
And bleed evermore as I try to clutch you…
The White Rose, I stick to my ground upon your will
to explore my inner passage
Contemplation of our bodies, forming two identical snowflakes
The infinite depth that streams from your mind portraits a thousand
emotional soft grains into my profound core
Massive integer is your light to guide my heart towards you, in the growing
darkness
Hand locates your intimate freedom,
open and free the cavernous passions covered inside you.
Blood-clot eyes seen from my mirror is given a final push into eternal darkness…
White Rose has masked the true identity it holds; it has no desire for its
desires…
© Halmat Ferello
Flow of Motion
Never loved,
Never cared upon,
Never without loneliness,
Never noticed,
You found me…
Cascading sheets of your mind,
brims my heart with eternal mellow sounds of waterfalls
Soft Aluminium winds waltz past your skin, shaping upon your form
The flow of motion between us creates an evolution of rhythm
Twisting and turning souls, gave us a time and place, content to be
My heart glances upon the beauty of your eyes…
it aches as I am blinded in front of my destiny
My colourful tears tender your soul…
it stops I, trying to loom on destiny
My mind shatters, as I become a fool towards thou
The rocky Sweden hilltops are where we looked into each other’s psyche
A calm yet cold breeze cools us from the ever-fiery sunset
Red and White Cross Chequered pattern we sit on.
I stare into your sharp maze-like eyes, piercing through your autumn yellow
hair,
As I embrace your flow of motion, burning onto my soul
Clashing of the leaves, the sounds that vibrate around us…
Love, the sound vibrating inside me…
Engaging love, foreseeing future, fulfilling desire
Seen by my quintessential soul mate
I wait upon the space in time that shall glide us together again
© Halmat Ferello 2002
Mirror of Life
The Touch of the Ghost
haunts the fearless one
The Frost facing the window seal
brings the Sun’s loving emotion
A beginning for she and her lover
A beginning from end to start
A beginning from dawn to dust
The pale emotions upon she is the mere surface,
core holds an insignia marked forever in my soul
Which gives I,
the once invincible love
the once white Silk feeling
the once cool Mediterranean breeze
The shadows of the room,
invites us with the warmest sympathy
The angel with wings as bright as can be,
contemplates about his loses
Experiencing the serene sounds of she
emitting into my eyes
Caressing her sensational flavour, feeling her passion,
seeing the beauty far my sight deep into my heart
My needed love is but a needed heart-filling trance
Only yearning for her to descend from the mirror
Yet life gives the impression that it needs not be in a mirror
for the first true love to come into flower,
for fate is the unquestionable master of this
© Halmat Ferello 2002
Refilling
I give joy to others with the look
From my infinite depth
As I have none…
I give love to others with hope
To refill my sorrow hole
As I sit crying…
I hurt and relish the chance
To refill my inner heart with
The once unnoticeable sunshine
Reaching for that desirable enlightenment
Embracing the warm I feel in the
Coldest region
Region giving peace to the strange
Creatures foreseeing their mortal ways
Foreseeing the harmonically sharp waves
Sent down from God
Down from the saddened state
Rising to the snow and fulfilling the desirable wishes
Fulfilling the need of hers
To the fullest ability of yours
Ability able to drive you into
Your mind’s contentment
Minds crash and hearts sink
I know beauties in the skin beneath
Beneath lays the waiting Goddess Venus
As I stare and wonder if she craves
My passion, my soul and my mind
My soul the everlasting glow in my life,
The manifestation that keeps
Me from devolving into emptiness
© Halmat Ferello 2002
The fallen body
The falling dust upon my face pours a river of emotions from the dark…
For once I was the white, then the purple and now engraved in black
The hailstorm around I, created great confusion in the heart
Wishing to expand my feelings on thou, longing to flourish my passion on thou
But the blackness of life has come over him, yet the once authoritative being
is now a mere puppet for they to do at will…
For he has no idea of his innocence and power of whiteness
For he enjoys expressing himself in the purple, amongst the cold objects in his
room
I mask the world from myself and only take part in past dwellings…
In the hallucination of fairy tales, following, like the sheep I am
Eyes taking note from afar on those stories
Fallen being to demerge from the unbreakable soul, to unleash the hidden white
warrior
For he will change the world and set the rules for himself
For none will stop him…for they fear his purity…
The fallen body is now a fallen myth, a daydream mystified into eternal darkness
And as I stand here gazing upon God’s creatures, wondering when the time
will come for he to be freed out of darkness into the cloud-coloured radiance
The happenings around the transparent sprit affect only the outer skin
That man’s sprit is kaleidoscope of feelings, pure and frank in nature,
true and wise to himself. Steering thorough life with his King-Face staring
onto the world
His eyes channel the passion onto you, and yet you fear…
I hold colours in the hand, but I know not the direction they go…
© Halmat Ferello
Silver Dreams
The whistling of the wind casts wonderful
plain colours on autumn leaves
I gaze and ponder about the longing life and thoughts,
I would endure on this non-linear continuous loop
calling itself the dreamer’s path
The cold and sleek rain runs down
the contours of my face, as they watch
the grey mist evolving in my mind
I see through your eyes into your soul,
capturing the moment of silence, to dive.
Dive deep into your fantasies and feel
the preciousness of your belongings
Embracing the white skies fulfils the head of the beholder
with lasting echo’s of chanting birds
Hot air cruises past the infinite barriers
as I remotely force myself into silver dreams,
from where, the immense heat fades me upon a
blue collection of mental entrapments
In the cool early morning, the rising of the sun
casts shadows across the landscapes
but slices the back of my neck
Intersected untainted mountains of existence
where I dream of spreading dove’s wings
Awakening, with eyes, piercing through your melodies
yet I hear nothing…
The sadness speared on my face
is played only for the eyes of darkness
With eyes, piercing through your mind
yet I see nothing
Descending off my silver imaginings, walking down…
Trying to start an ample dream, reality pulls down
Beauty, the current of air, flowing through me into me
yet never able to touch or depart the silver dreams
© Halmat Ferello 2001
Bliss
Silver eyes pierce through the skins of my soul
Pondering about my life,
happiness or sadness…?
I have the power to choose
Yet the silver eyes see my future, as I gaze and
stare, wanting to find the truth
My happiness now is the sadness in the coming years
my sadness upon these days is my happiness in the future
Growing in the strength of the mind, I will
and can become as immortal as a Roman God
The feeling bliss’s around myself,
weakens shall turn into strengths
strengths upon me shall manifest into unbounded influence
among these people
The power will be infinite, drawing as much as I please
to create what purity I desire
My desire is to please my own and other minds and souls.
© Halmat Ferello 2001
Blossoming (unfinished)
Blossoming greens on the mellow scenes of lily pods,
Seen by the wonderers with eyes of silver and body of iron.
Their eyes, turning gold and their bodies turning into steal
When flourishing their eyes on natures beauties.
Amazed by her doings,
She creating more blossoming greens.
Blossoming suns,
In the skies dark night…
© Halmat Ferello 2001
Golden Sand Paths
My passion for the light
a flightless bird seen upon
the thick misty forests of Brazil
feathers of sliver, mind of gold
soul of pure silk
I glaze and think the density
for our hearts, was interpreted by
the fragrances of demon at sight
My carving for the light
has deceased to a grey cold-full day,
where my heart stays for thy.
my mind contemplates about the
crushed thoughts of you and I
burned in my mind, drained
through my purple soul.
my desire for the light,
has forever been craved in stone,
for you all to see and for her to shun
To ever see love through your eyes
is wonder to my heart and soul
The eyes that grew and matured
for the world to love and cherish
the cool air of the Alps carried
a image of her across seas
and oceans for all to see.
Ever to see that fiery love
impaled upon me is a myth
which shall be told from
generation to generation
My grey cloud-full day has once more
deceased into a day.
Heaven can only marvel at the elegance’s I see.
The low sun afternoon where my heart
opens to the flavourings of the night.
© Halmat Ferello 1999
Passion of Love (Part 2)
my true love,
your gleaming eyes take me to another reality
Where you and I are together,
Inseparable white doves of love
my heart skips a beat,
every time I glaze upon you
my heart skips a beat,
every time you force
your soft tender hands on me
Day after day,
my mind contemplating of your
mild gentle face, brown hazel eyes and curly hair
A day, I felt your face
Touching your soft beautiful skin,
gave me pleasures beyond imagination
A day, I saw your compassionate hazel eyes
looking deep,
feeling your innocence and passion of love for I
Knew then, I would love forever
A day, I stroked your brown curly hair
tender radiant hair
softer then Saturn or silk, more beauty then the Goddess Venus
A dream to me,
cannot this all happening
you have to go now?
leaving me, descending back your world
Shatters my dreams of us now
my heart screams:
“ My love go not away
My love come back to me “
Night after night
I cry for you
I lone for you
and would for you
At cool sunset,
I cried for you,
never to touch your tender face, look into your amazing eyes
or feel your mild hair
At brisk morning,
I lone again for you,
never being able to love without you
I sit here in my dark lonesome room
waiting for you
© Halmat Ferello 1998
Passion of Love (Part 1)
Red radiant roses,
blossom in grey foggy fields of darkness.
Thrusting the passion of love through its unknown
A calm breeze of daffodils light the fields
with bright soft colours imaged by angels coming from the heavens above.
Beloved, spreading this kind-energy with the rays of the sun and moon,
softening opening our frozen hearts to the passion of love
A meeting between two people far from each others sight
Yet, the passion made their density to meet and feel the force,
the emotions of their hearts
One by water, one by land
reaching closer and closer, hearts racing like lighting
An immense fiery desert in between lovers,
Love created a path for the lover to become, path leading to his soul mate,
his lover
No demon nor devil could ever touch that path of true love.
The lover to be,
For the first time he sees the mysterious brown eyes, yet simple they were.
Inspiration coming to the tips of his mind, for he, the poet writes about the
secret deep
ocean of his world, exploring and finding tender treasures for his heart. For
he,
found his passion of lover in that blue dark ocean.
Thinking of what driven him to her, they know not of.
Sitting on a snowy mountain, two pearl white doves
having
Knowledge in their minds,
Harmony in their souls, and
Love in their heart.
© Halmat Ferello
A tear dropped from my eye Part 1
A tear for my brother,
Love for my mother
Happiness to all who enjoy.
Knowledge to path me through edged life.
Wisdom to gather the soul and become truly one.
Sadness to be un-caged in the free, out of
Heart and never in Soul.
For sadness to be caged inside, is to create deadly force
For whom the strong may only survive.
It being the unleashing depression striking deep into you.
Deterring your mind, heart and soul.
Crying help may do nothing.
It is inside you.
Whole world changes, God reaches for your hand
© Halmat Ferello 1998
Different Eyes
Winds of passions
pass through your mind, your veins, to your eyes.
Seeing, the passion of death as a natural beauty in the mid-afternoon sky,
breezes of destructive murder and incredible power come swiftly past your garden.
Caressing your hair, gently waving in the toxic air of slayers from hell.
Damaging your sight, to see in the eyes of a killer,
is a fatality to your heart
Destroying, slaying all your emotions,
suddenly, you change. Evil taken over Good.
Seeing, the passion of a poet,
is thrill for my heart. Thrill more beautiful than
the sights of the Mediterranean sunsets,
and more beautiful then the refreshing waters of the Nile,
laying upon the sands of Africa.
In the far distance a woman…
in the far distance an enemy stands spitting on your path of loyalty,
its body burning with rage, like a wild bull let out of its cage.
To cause destruction on everything in its evil sight.
You see the enemy, wave its weapon from side to side. Ready for action!
Quickly, thinking, moving with a sudden burst of energy, as fast as a flash
from bright light.
Letting go, when seeing the enemy, crippled, dead lifeless, empty soul.
Its skinny grey-figure lays on the floor of a killer’s path, destroyed
by thy.
in the far distance a woman,
walks on your path of beauty
Hair as blonde as a hundred suns burning
Swinging her head slowly from side to side,
letting the air-current of poets , touch and feel
her tender-silky hair
Dreaming, thinking of
sliding you hand down her smooth-caressed hair.
Looking, into her brown eyes, a passionate maze of love,
for I, to be lost in for eternity, finding not the way out.
In the eyes of a killer you see death
In the eyes of a poet you see beauty
© Halmat Ferello
Winds of Sadness
Looking over life with a sad glance in my eye.
Missing, the magic, being there, thinking
that’s forever and ever.
As if, my life changed like a candle
in the purple silk breeze of the world.
And I, the mysterious candle, suddenly fade away.
Transforming into a empty creature with no passion
for they and his thoughts.
Misery, sadness,
floating in my head,
quickly going through my body,
like a rush through my heart.
Killing all my passionate emotions for they.
Happiness in the far distance of my path,
Happiness a light in the shadowy nights,
so bright, yet so far from my heart.
A tear for sadness,
a cry for love,
As if the emotions of misery,
a permanent scare on my garden,
left there to destroy me mentally.
They, the ones that made me
a soft tender white candle
in the purple silk breeze of the world.
They too, made me a creature of the night,
alone on green cliffs of Ireland.
Nothing,
but the winds of sadness
for him to breathe and think about.
© Halmat Ferello 1998
Tragic Hours
Tragic Hours of sweet life,
asking, saying to my love,
a dance would you care
a kiss would you mind.
She my love, accepting not the will of mine.
I sitting in my garden,
saying luck is on my left shoulder.
Hours and hours burning away,
in tragedy, miserly.
Garden of mine,
starting to suddenly fade.
My passionate love,
sitting on a bench
made of oak trees made for lovers only.
Tragedy, oh miserly striking me,
as if a dagger striking through my heart
a hundred times.
Murder of my heart, lover of she.
I see in the far distance,
a stranger, the lover, the murder.
Glancing over to her,
sitting gently on the bench.
She, thinking of the stars above,
happily gazing upon me, for a moment’s flash.
For a moment’s flash,
looking into her eyes,
so radiant, so calm,
glittering as if a sparkle in the dark night.
Knowing all,
knowing her garden filled up with happiness,
knowing the dance will never came.
© Halmat Ferello 1997
The End
my sweet, sweet life is coming to an end,
a sour end, having to descend to a bitter life,
a life filled with hope, hope for my future generations.
my love for a girl comes to an end, but sensing the scene is not at an end.
My friendship for you people comes to an end.
The true friends will always live in my heart
Hoping, praying, begging to God for me to see my love again,
in twenty, or twenty years after that, seeing her gentle beauty,
made by cloths of China.
Thinking from the rising of our moon to the early rising of our fierily sun,
thinking, thinking of her passionate eyes hypnotising and giving a special
glitter,
as if were made by the clusters of stars. Contemplating with myself, saying
she’s my treasure never to take for granted, everyone wanting her, but
me having her.
I see the girl,
who was mountains away, yet still in my green garden.
Can’t choose, I can’t choose,
both I dearly love, yearning their burning love, pumping through my mind
Which one which one to choose,
choosing not, I fade away into the dark unknown nights.
My only light being the moonlight, guiding me through path of life,
shining brightly like diamonds in crystal-clear ice.
Seeing, far into my mind,
many faces, so many beautiful faces, in this sweet life of mine.
All, changing my garden, putting red soft roses, old wise trees in,
blossoming my garden, making it grow more and more radiant.
Inspiring me, these beautiful faces, putting down my emotions for them.
In a sense, a sense of writing, writing love poems, good so not, but poems
of love.
I sense the fear of the end coming, for time is but mere mortal…
© Halmat Ferello
Grave Shore of Mine
Sequel to “The Misty Hands of Another”
Crashing waters on my grave shore.
there, to soften, or crash into,
caring not what is there, leaving my paradise,
for a shadowy moon, not considering what that holds.
Density telling,
one day, they will come, soften thou calm sands
of thou paradise made by the lands of the Atlantic sea.
Never, the waters of deep dark cold sea.
Come only to rip my sands apart,
to suddenly then descend on a shadowy moon.
Waters so pure and clear as if doves feathers,
thinking, wanting to open my grave shore.
Not again! To open my forbidden shore.
Never! To contemplate about it.
The sneaky, dark, cold, waters
never to be trusted…
© Halmat Ferello 1997
Changing of a Light
The light of a candle,
is what man must archive
to have perfect harmony,
harmony, harmony, wonderful word.
People continuous taking for granted.
Changing for evil, wishes!
The light of that candle,
is how you shall be.
Fiery and yet calm.
Beautiful yellow sparkles,
glowing, glowing, in a special way.
Where no candle, can give such light.
Impulsive energy, flying everywhere, from it.
The light of this candle,
can warm my heart and mind,
to dazzle about it’s glamorous, very loving flame.
So gentle and yet so angry
with fire, able to burn,
a hundred, hundred, cities.
The light of those candles,
give so much spirit, to the frozen hearten.
Opening gates, gates, and gates.
So many, the world becomes one.
But, no!
Never to happen, none of it.
Not,
the light of a candle,
not,
the light of that candle,
nor,
the light of this candle,
or even,
the light of those candles.
Life is too short,
for miracles.
© Halmat Ferello
The old, old tree
The old, old tree.
The grey exterior, looking dark and miserable.
Scared for life, with tales of love.
No other, so ancient with wisdom.
No other, so strong to survive the inflicts of humanity.
The white interior, so gentle and calm.
Scared for life, with emotions, overwhelming humans.
A thousand, thousand years ago.
The forest, was nothing.
Filled only with fears.
Extremely dark, misty, and gloomy.
No one dared to enter the path of the forest.
Then came a little tree,
brightening the forest, giving it life and love.
The tree grew and grew,
becoming older and older, filling the forest with life.
The trees density marked out on the stars,
shining like gems on the grass.
No other, so ancient with scares
of emotions, only dreamt about.