A Few Short Stories and Godless Canticles
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By Carlo Gandulfo
Copyright © 2011 Carlo Gandulfo
Smashwords Edition
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This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents, are product of the author’s mind and cannot, in any situation be thought as real.
As any special time, this author needs to thank a few people, without them, this little ebook would not be possible; Saray, Paola, Noelia, Vianey, Raida, Luciana, Nana, Abril, Andrea….Thanks for always encouraging me to become a better writer and human. This ebook goes specially to you.
I shall also thank, somebody who has turned to be the one…Even though there’s no love letters or poems in this little recompilation of a few of my works, I love you, Ariel.
Index
Legal Disclaimer
Index
Schizophrenia
You5
For my Fallen Angel
Era
Messiah
Nostradamus
Guardian Angel
Nightmare Epistle
Epistle number 2
Solemnia Adiuratum pt 1
Solemnia Adiuraton pt 2
Schizophrenia
I dwell in the shadows of an exile previous to myself, there’s neither God, glory nor pain. For years, the monotony of life has been my path, I wake to fall, breathe to die again when the sun falls down.
I listen to those who preach salvation…Yet, I can only think ‘Save me…From those who intend to do it.” Years have passed since I saw divinity in my reflection for the last time, for what I have decided, paradise is not for me.
Each day that I wander, this poison runs again through my veins, I fear the hells those worthless bastards cry no more, for I have lived in the earth, this filthy earth.
I finally try not to bath in my own blood, for when I turn around, there’s another me, the one I cannot distinguish what it is or shall be…The schizophrenia that rests in me, plans on taking control, with the embrace of trees and the caress of wind, with the kiss of the rain or the blow of flames.
I am who I am, not the one I was supposed to, I am myself, heretic, blaspheme, ruthless…Lonely. I am a wolf, I am darkness, obscenity…I look up to the skies above, trying to curse a non-existent God or some ungodly savior, but I realize I was born to die, and I live to mourn.
There’s no such thing as piety in a world like this, few are the shelters in this war, declared without quarters…No I don’t want…I don’t want to see as light devastates what took me years in the shadows to build.
And I shall keep looking in the shadows for the peace that somebody, maybe the destiny took from me…Yet she takes finally control…Schizophrenia that used to lie in me seeks for it’s satisfaction in my pain.
You
Your eyes pass through my mind as sharp blades caressing my skin
Your smile gently crucifies my soul in the mourns of serene oblivion, as the clouds fill my eyes, you, calm, fade with the wind
Shatter my will, those little pieces of paradise rot with the sound of your voice
Your sweet and smooth skin takes me to that abyss again
As those gorgeous eyes of yours destroy again my road.
For My Fallen Angel
I wander through an empty place, thinking of an illusion, diffuse, from the past. The time to think of elderly ghosts it is not, it is not right to be here, far from you. I do not conceive my steps in another site, this sad city has captivated my soul, and certainly, has imprisoned the verses I had written in my heart.
It is not today I desire to take a walk, as a last breath emanates from within my lips, and eternal clouds appear in my eyes, while far from you I walk without a course, like a ghost, a spirit condemned to dwell. A snake in my arms I hold, it bites me, blood starts to flow, slowly changing into tears, for you.
My shadow follows a series of illusory letters, sad, abandoned. My steps resonate in the echoes of this empty night, as the wind blows my flesh and takes my soul; the wind dries those tears I haven’t cried for so long.
I wander through this lonely void, thinking of that illusion that once gave me life, staring at the silhouette that lies in the ground, empty, my fallen angel.
Era
Hope’s light fades away
Night gladly swallows the artificial being
The bionic human, the machine.
Messiah
Messiah revoked from divine grace
Shepherd of the dark herd
You, who take those sheeps to a completely new truth
They ask for your name and you give no answer
For you’re simply the new Messiah
Chaos’ brother
Lord of nothing
Nostradamus
Stars reunited in the palm of my right hand, destiny at my left.
I am the one who plays the cards, and the one who defines the plan divine, for they call me ‘prophet’, some others, ‘the voice of God’, and more than others I am not; I am the messenger, the one sentenced to know the future of this place.
Condemned to this visions of an uncertain future, from the skies stars shall fall, and in agony civilizations shall perish; in my eyes, the seas shatters and takes those places the land took from it, I see as the stars fall from above…Before my eyes, it all burns and dies.
They call me ‘prophet’ but I’m no more than a mortal…A mortal who’s message shall forever resonate, I am the voice divine, the messenger sentenced to announce a message for the deaf.
Guardian Angel
You do not want me to be here
I am your guardian angel
For I wasn’t invited
Even so, it’s in my arms your blood runs
As temptation hides scarlet colored tears
Your blood through my arms runs
It is me!
Your guardian angel
The bitter company
For I shall abandon you, every night and every day.
Nightmare Epistle
Dear You;
Still I find in everyday that elder monotony, the one from the first day, the void. Still I cannot define what love is, but hatred I feel, I despise you, hate you, corrupt being, merciful of yourself. It is not you, for it is me, again the same old story, it is not me, actually, your illusion it is, perfidious, putrid, repulsing, sad, in the sunset, in the twilight, in the dawn of the middle earth, in night and day, future and past, I know you’re there, answer, respond to my call, bastard creature, dear bastard creature merciless of those who aren’t you, of those who shall not mean ‘Myself’. You bear to look up to the skies, trust me when I say, you live there, or in hell you live, nothing you know or believe, nothing you are. Distinguished, without an exit, corruption, pain, passion, fire, ice, banal sentiment. It is not you, for it is me, it is me, it is you, for you’re my mirror, that mirror of pain, coldness, passionate coldness.
Sincerely yours,
Your Illusion, The reflection of your Life.
Epistle number 2
Dear reader;
I know your life has had highs and lows. Maybe there have been more lows than any other thing, that nothing is worth it after all you’ve gone through, and quite often, in darkness you see escape…I know you keep all that within yourself, and it makes you rot, little by little, that innocence crumbles down, that you be yourself no more.
I know your luck has never changed, that you always try your best y suddenly, that chance blends, disappears, fades. I don’t think it’s your fault, I know it, I know you do nothing to change, of your night cries when you manage the tears to run through your face, fall. Feel as the memories of the one you’re reading burn, feel as you collapse in flames, as you corrode, sacrilegiously corrupt your soul, your essence, virtue there is no more, just you, alone, abandoned, united to nothing, after months, after years, after loneliness, after agony. I see nothing as pathetic, your life, your illusion, it is not you, it is me, and yet, we come back to the same; the life that despises you, as you turn your back; it is not you, for it is me, and you still cry at nights for her; it is not you, for it is me, it’s me…
It is not you, finally, it all comes to that phrase, the one that dwells in your evil, yet, it is me…It is not you, remember, you are not.
Nothing has sense anymore, it does not acquire it, has it, it fades within your arms, it is not you, for it is me, I am the one you’re fearsome of, it is you, yes it is you, life fades away from your hands, and still, you deny it is you, that it is me, again it is you, the excuse has value no more; it is you who slips goodness from your hands, it is not me who has left it all fall down…It is me, who has cried in bitterness, it is you…Who provoked it.
Until Next Time
Sincerely Yours,
A soul who dwells
Solemnia Adiuratum pt 1
And so in sacrilegious rage my soul burns…
Holding the world in one of my hands, while the other slowly mutates into a claw…Powerful, dangerous.
And so I swore to get even, since I can do no more, me, the one who swore to achieve his vengeance, a hundred times plus one.
‘Seven times seven’ the divine forgiveness is; for ‘sixty six times six’ the profane payback I’ve swore upon shall be.
And I will rip your skin off your body, as a thousand demons fuck your wounds, as you pray for piety and salvation, I will spill all of my rancor, passionately, with a smile in my lips I will watch as you beg for humanity, as mine, not even vestiges you will find.
I swear upon what’s holy and sacrilegious, the beauty of your suffering will decorate the beauty of my revenge, seasoning it with your screams of agony; me, the one who will judge what happened, shall receive no good, for my soul on the table is, so you receive what you deserve and even worse.
I, who profane places where revenge is not welcomed, the taleon, swear today, your skin and blood will drip, your wounds demons will fuck, and your agony screams in hell will resound.
Solemnia Adiuratum pt 2
I pray to the father of heavens for his forgiveness, for my sin is one of those that never will meet divine light in its path.
The rage I’ve been condemned to for not knowing when or how to act, that’s the sin that forgiveness shall never find, for I will make sure there’s no resurrection or divine grace able to free you from the torment I condemn you to; I will be your judge, prosecutor and executioner.
Today, I shall be no more that angelical piety that light brought upon my head, today I will be the one to sentence your inhumanity, today I’m the demon freed in this world not to cease its functions, ever giving up to salvation and mercy, just to see you in that infernal martyrdom, where the skin shall be ripped off your muscles and a thousand salty spikes will fuck those wounds, so I can cause them again and you cry…Cry and beg for piety…In agony.
And from those wounds that in my soul’s eyes you’ve caused, I swear the tears, screams and the games you played, the ones that degraded any piece of humanity, I shall put an end to, there will be no phalanx in your fingers left unbroken, nor muscle covered with skin over your body, welcome to pain.
I swear solemnly, the sanctified kingdom shall not fall upon your head, since today, the newcomer to hell you are, where broken dreams shall rise, not even illusions you will have, welcome to the place where eternally, as fucked by demons, will burn.
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Thanks for reading this little compilation of poetry.
I truly hope you’ve enjoyed this little trip through my mind and soul
Hope I can trust you read my next ebook.
Take good care and have a nice week.