THOMAS DE ANGELO

THOMAS

DE ANGELO

HOUSE OF DREAMS

Why must I wake

Let this lug stay put

Frightened to open the eyes


In these skeleton of bones

Don't bother me,

Keep me here.

away from your spooking reality

Where out there can be scarier.

Out there makes in here exciting

Out there makes me feel paranoid

Out there for me can be terrifying

Out there is where I want to avoid

Why must I raise to your occasion

Go; go ahead with your heart's desire

Leave me here far from that devastation

Here in my place where it's no satire.

Being in your dark sights has been fearful

Moving about has become spine chilling

Unplugging thoughts of being in your skull

Where all seen is terrorizing to my awakening

Must I wake to see you ruin my upcoming day

Feeling safer inside my house of dreams

Can you leave me with my soirée

Where it's mine to make my own gleam.

© Thomas De Angelo

10.27.16 / 1055

WRAPPED BY SEASONS

Standing about you

Feeling ultimate nature

Feeling your winds blow

Trees hiding no more

Must you be a new reason

Changing with the wind

Baring your cool breeze

Knowing your only a visit

Feeling your drifts

Colorful looking

Extreme sights you bring

Blowing to ruins.

As your sights end

Your beauty diminishes

Bringing a cold friend

We are loving you

Though with are little comfort

Many seek you gone.

Thomas De Angelo @

10.25.16 / 1725

DELIGHTFUL ROOM

Arriving like seagulls

Carrying their bags like storks

Spending hours dropping unseen coins


Bells and lights sound and flash all the while


As they come in landing with hopes of multiplying 


They sit to win and leave with little glory


Yet, they find their way to that delightful room

A room of little requiring fuss

Only before entering paying is a must

As one circles the rooms delights

Those that fabricate these pleasures

Wait to serve our scooping findings

What the pockets lost was hungers gain.

Those that entered this room depart winners

Until they remember how lighter their pockets.

© THOMAS DE ANGELO

10.29.16 / 1300

SAM

As I lay here, I wait

To feel the glory days replay

To bring back our youthful soul

Play it for me again, Sam.

You were my back-bone

Gave me the growth to live

I long for your touch again

Yet, how I fly away in you.

I left you here in peace

Yet peace I live without

You my love are my life

Life I live lives in you

Every beat felt

is heard by my heart

Every breath I take

is deeper for you

Every moment you are there

I am here

Every time you move

I feel grass grow.

My dear Sam

I can't leave you

My dear Sam

I know you can feel me

My dear Sam

We will play again.

© Thomas De Angelo

10.27.16 / 1745

THOMAS DE ANGELO was born in New York City, NY. Where he started writing when he was a teenager, it started as something to do, it became his addiction which was put on hold after graduating high school from Adlai E. Stevenson located in the Bronx part of the city. During his senior year he decided to join the Military, joining the Army. After he achieved all the military basic training, it was then he would find the free time to rejoin what he started years earlier. While stationed in Japan he had entered a poetry contest found in a magazine, which was his first real writing, winning him Merit of Honor. From that point he took off with this idea he could. It has been said he is a natural writer of poetry, a painter with words and captures life. Thomas resides in the lower Appalachian Mountains of Pennsylvania, working as a Motor Coach Operator for a local family company. Enjoys the openness and night time skies where he at times explores the Appalachian Trails.