Did you love me
With white, warm light
Or was I bathed in red
You were so beautiful
Yet so troubled
A temptress one moment
And now your love
Seems dead

Carl Atteniese
© Copyright Carl Atteniese Jr., 2013, All Rights Reserved.


What of sorts or methods
Of recourse can we find
To stop the maddening tortures
Perpetrated by the blind

What to do when a genius
‘Mongst members of his band
Is relegated to ‘idiot’
‘Mongst the sightless
Of This Land

Beautiful shells with souls
In his image go
‘Mongst US
Rarely settling
For mindlessness on they grow

It may take two decades
For you to see me nigh
With brown through blue
And thoughtless, and
How you made me

Horses know about it
And for it, you’re too, right
Strapped so tight your blinders
It might as well be night

Progenitors teaching logic
Where we sow love instead
Breeds a shallow person
Who might as well be dead

But ‘long as they’re
‘Mongst brethren
Or foreigners
Jump high
No recourse yet
Is needed

Just another guy


Copyright © 2015 Carl Atteniese Jr., AKA ‘Mando’, All rights reserved.


Inspired by
I never look at snow
In less than a new way

Except, of course
I’d have to say
Ando made me see
The stuff as always Beautiful

Enchanting as winter can be
Tears, as well as lovely shapes
It brings, for those with broken hearts

And those who feel stranded
By time, space, and loneliness
And the passing of loved-ones
So, Dear Friends,

Know that if you do not have a real life-and-death problem
At this moment,
You do not have a problem*,

And remember that
Everything is a matter of awareness, good-natured-ness,
Options, and positivity

All negativity is fantasy,
Born out of worry about the past,
Which is gone,
And the future, which never comes; Only the passing
Of the present moment.


Copyright © 2015 Carl Atteniese Jr., AKA ‘Mando’, All rights reserved.
*Thanks to the Venerable Zen Master, Thich Nhat Hahn