We are all angels outside

Light hearts and laughter

Prepared to be kind


We are all monsters inside

Gnashing behind smiles

Gorging on fire


Reality and disguise

Charades are the price

Of merchants civilized.


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Poison And The Cure (Lyrics/Poetry)

Poison And The Cure (Lyrics/Poetry)

[Author’s Note: Another one from the archives!]


You scream for me

Madman in the dark

Fueled up on evil

Fury in your heart,

You beg me to release you

From suffering and hurting

Sign right here and I’ll

Keep it from returning;

You’ve got the poison

I’ve got the cure.


Accept the invitation and

I’ll release you from your prison

Or you can agonize forever

And never have your vengeance,

Your tortured soul betrays you

I can grant you some salvation

If you want your darkness sated

Here’s a contract, pen and date here;

You’ve got the poison

I’ve got the cure.


Now hear me

You have needs

So don’t resist me,

You’ll love me

(Then you’ll hate me)

You’ll justify me.


I am the temptation that enslaves

That makes promises agreed to out of hate

You’ll make choices you’ll take to the grave

You have something that nothing will sedate.


You scream for me

Madman in the dark

Empty of the evil

No more rage inside your heart,

You begged me to release you

From suffering and hurting

You made a deal with me

Mistakes result in burning;

You had the poison

I lied to you, there is no cure.


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The angels fought like hell

To save themselves

When God fell;

We heard heaven crash

It came to be

At last –


You can’t erase history

They couldn’t cure that disease;


So when love’s labored truth

Fulfills destiny of the doomed

There’ll be no hands to hold

For selling out on our souls.


The angels finally gave

Their halos away

That hallowed day;

We saw their bridges burn

And how their conscious spurred

A sentence deserved –


They’ll never touch us again

Not even on our last breath;


So when our kingdom comes

No strength will be enough

To cool that place on fire

We thought would be denied for us.


All Rights Reserved (c) April 2017 John J Vinacci

Voiceless (Poetry)

Voiceless (Poetry)

The dying oceans of her voiceless eyes

Every look comes to a standstill in time

She’s searching for some words adrift at sea

Searching for some words that bring her peace

Adrift at sea.


Proteus’ spell cast by her voiceless smile

Choirs of mermaids contemplate suicide

She’s diving for the words in liquid dreams

Diving for the words for as long she can’t breathe

In liquid dreams.


A broken oar steers her voiceless life

A slow, watery drowning, oxygen dying

She journeys for the words that will redeem

Voyaging for words, she sails on belief

She can be redeemed.


Adrift at sea

In liquid dreams

Words will redeem her

If she can catch them and release.


All Rights Reserved © April 2017 John J Vinacci



Lay the soft pink of your

Destruction across my lips

Poison me ‘til I’m not whole

It’s the quickest path to death

Escort me down that corridor

To the far side of a kiss

To bliss beyond the noise

Take away my virgin breathes

Sweetly kill this saintly soul.


All Rights Reserved © March 2017 John J Vinacci

The Illusion

The Illusion

Her eyes are like the jewels dotting the sky

Skin soft as silk I like to touch

Her lips burst red, wild and untamed

She is majestic, exalted and struck by the sun


A cool fire burns in this savage’s hold

Her silky skin soothing but also a torch

Her lips open like a flower wanting to be known

I bask in her glory, until shot by a gun


Alas I should wake with dawn’s bullet in my eye…


Forever perhaps will she always be the

Stars and the silk but a thorn-ridden red rose

Set upon a vast, nocturnal sea


It is likely perhaps she always only be

A nightly, temporary and torturing illusion

That fatally blunts the woken me.



All Rights Reserved © March 2017 John J Vinacci



I’m something of a robot

More precisely a drone

Wires, metal, plastic

I function by remote


Armaments required?

From time to time, yes

It depends upon the mission

Suggestion: deadliest is best


I am, I repeat

A robot, I mean, a drone

Not built for higher functions

Least of all for love


Artificial intelligence?

That’s really not my goal

I do not dream electric sheep

I have no fear of getting old


I am, repeat, repeat

A machine, a mindless drone

I execute my orders

No matter who they’re from


Does it make me happy?

My hardware doesn’t know

I’m bound by commands I am receiving

Like the one that says you’re next



All Rights Reserved (c) February 2017 John J Vinacci