DENNISS JOHN FERADO

DENNISS JOHN FERADO

WHEN YOU DREAM

I ring your bell then I sleep

On the cold white marble floor

Outside your locked bolted door

When you dream please look for me

I’m glowing in your starlight

I’m prancing in your moonlight

When you dream

Crying in the afterglow

Huddled in the cool moon glow

There you can always find me

Somewhere within your mind’s scape

Sitting high upon your tree

Then strolling through your landscape

When you dream

When you’re in deepest slumber

Your footsteps have no numbers

Your thoughts have no presumptions

Just Spirit and resumption

Your mind is truly opened

My words must not encumber

When you dream

Copyright Dennis John Ferado

I CAN SEE YOU

My imagination is just around the corner

Can’t find my dream if I’m living in fear

And so I hang on and file in my dockets

Can’t let it slip through my fingers

I have never had the likes of this before

It’s not the target that teaches the lessons

It’s the road traveled where lessons are learned

Paragraphs of pain etched in the heart

How we always hurt the ones we love the most

Fatigue fills the eyes and I hear the darkness whispering

I was someone brought up eating pebbles & stones

All my life I have been drowning in two gifts

Music, the balm of the confused—books the lubricant of the mind

They have pulled me back from the edge of an unending fall

With only the touch of a breeze I’ve installed myself in eternity

Then the sun began to invade through the gloaming windows of my mind.

So foreign yet familiar and ever so bleak

As I am overcome by the spirit of murkiness

And my eyes become high-beams of madness

The odor of hope mingles around me

Like a slap across the face as hard as truth

I must quench the drought that you carry inside

Bound to one another in a priceless union

Through the grandness of the dayspring

I wrestled with the cold winds throbbing in my bosom

Through every vein and hair and cell I hear a voice

As the shadows decrease on the tree of truth

And the leaves of hope are drenched by the bright sun

I can see you

Copyright Dennis John Ferado

A FLOWER SPOKE TO ME

While I was walking through the wood one night

I thought I heard somebody call my name

I saw no one so I kept on my flight

Though I knew I would never be the same

I looked ‘round saw a flower crying out

I bent over and gazed into its heart

She spoke:  “I love you, I will be devout.

You can protect me and be my jambart

“You can’t pick me for then my heart will die

But each day you can come and talk to me

Bring me water smell my perfume and sigh.”

Overcome by these words she spoke to me

I bless the day I gave to her my soul

A flower spoke to me and made me whole

Copyright Dennis John Ferado

Jambart or Jambeau is a small piece of armor

DENNISS JOHN FERADO

DENNISS JOHN FERADO has been a doorman, concierge, exterminator, taxi driver, truck driver, construction (Iron) worker), actor, model, astrologer, antique store owner.  He and his wife had their own business selling rare books from 1993 to 2013. Born and raised in New York City, Dennis has writing songs and poetry since he was 15. He has also written a screenplay, with 17 original songs called “New York City Song” which is tucked away in his closet, and a two act stage play that had a showing in an off off Broadway theater in 1991.  The city has been his pain, joy, confusion, stability and inspiration.  He retired in 2013 and moved to San Antonio, Texas where he finally had time to put his first book together. Published in October 2014. “Time On Hand” collects 80 songs and poems, 2 short stories with 16 vintage photographs. He is just finishing his memoir.