Many of Lou's poems were originally songs and you can listen to some of them, for example Poem to Vincent, by clicking here
From Summer
Poem to
Vincent
(dedicated
to Van Gogh)
This is simply a song born in my thoughts and written in a prison where I died yesterday to those of you who listen to me now and hear these fragile notes if my words open the door to the soul that you have then you will have understood what I am trying to tell you and when my mind does not exist in a desert it navigates freely in an open sea I paint clowns and Pierrot in my mind loving this life that sometimes does not hear me but I hear it I will sing you a poem I will sing about my life do not ask me if God exists I myself do not even know but I do paint rainbows even when the sky is hazy I paint clowns and Pierrot in my mind leaving this life that now does not hear me and I do not hear © Lou Pizzi From Autumn
Is It Raining Outside
The curtains are drawn the cat is still I no longer hear the notes the circle must be finished I lie on my bed switch off the light but I can’t sleep or even think I can no longer see life I switch on the light again and also the radio hoping for an idea the leaves of my plant are yellow books covered by dust are full of history soulfully alone the telephone is quiet an ashtray waiting for another cigarette I only have three left I want to go out and buy them but who knows if it is raining outside © Lou Pizzi |
From Winter
The Other
Side of the Door
I am speaking softly so I cannot be heard on the other side of the door they are eavesdropping I am whispering because I am afraid of the dark if they found out it would be the end of me when I was a child this made me cry now as an adult all that remains is regret I am speaking faintly with a soft voice on the other side of the door they are listening to me on the other side of those mountains a friend is waiting for me with thirty pieces of silver to spend together and there I saw love but it was too big to hold in my arms I opened my arms to a blasphemy closing my heart to a minor wrong the nights in May when I was young I saw the women getting ready together and it is May again yet I cannot hear their voices maybe they are praying in silence so as not to be heard I will speak in an undertone in the silence I see them die I switched off the light so as not to be seen my fear of them sweeps away my fear of the darkness on the other side of the door are all my friends who when night falls are not to be trusted in the middle of the night they start to scream © Lou Pizzi From Spring
The Part
Shadowed by the Sun
From the extremes of this night the widening part of the sun slowly is leaving between the forks of branches I am walking in the part shadowed by the sun dark like a white page when the moon does not know what to say and Sunday is still so faraway I never remember the first and always forget the next at the confines of time without limit and define love tired of the lines from smiling and crying and journeys of thoughts towards a sleep that eludes on a pillow creased by life listening to sweet telepathy © Lou Pizzi |
© Lou Pizzi