This is
Actually real –

Our thirst
For fear
Has vanished

To embrace
What strain
Inevitable
Should begin
God’s gorgeous
End

On behalf
Of life’s good name
Whose own nature
Aches
With trauma
Which will soothe
Each soul
Worth mending
After time
Itself
May cease

Knowing crowds
Had lost their
Way
Long before
True judgment
Lingered
Looming far
Beyond perception
Clouded daily
By these
Needs

While defeat
Collects
Such hate
When success
Is far more
Dangerous

Like disaster
We have
Witnessed
Trading sins
Now claiming
Breath

Since “deserved”
Remains that
Word
Best expressed
As coming
judgment

Where diseases
So well
Hidden
Show death’s work
By fevers’
Hands

Still invisible
Though they
Rage
Inside bodies
Frail
Yet gasping

Proving fate
Neglects
All efforts

If existence
Must conclude.

– J. Pigno

Our Earth
Has lost its
Tolerance
For the threat
Of material wealth

Which sees
No life as sacred
On grounds
Success
Is earned

Now offered
By fate’s hand
Through God
Whose love
Gives shelter

By means
Once thought
Inherent
To this flesh
Where family dwells

Deep inside us
Though we slave
Over tasks
Not even
Crucial

But inflicted
Through decisions
While pursuing
Needs
Like crumbs

Soon forgetting
Biggest feasts
Lack cuisine
Consumed
From begging

If compiled
Over decades
Tilling soil
Left
At home

Being kind
When others waste
Finding sun
Behind
Old wisdoms

Kissing clouds
Despite disaster
Saving beasts
With souls
So pure

Knowing torture
Still persists
Watching humans
Chase
Their captors

Burning moments
Claiming feelings
Lack what value
Cash
Should have

Thinking flames
Were never hell
Outside times
I always
Questioned

Had resembled
Heaven’s judgment
Come tomorrow’s
Faith
Long gone.

– J. Pigno

It’s true
I’d rather die
Than live in
A world
Like this

Which resembles
Almost nothing
Of what God
Had always
Planned

For His people
Feeling lost
Without choice
Or hope
For dreaming

New expressions
Found abandoned
By our nature
Frail
From fear

Growing weak
Through every breath
Stolen daily
As faith
Plummets

On one dime
No man expected
But those few
Who prayed
At home

Watching TVs
Crush their chance
To declare
Such private
Gospel

Pure salvation
Spilling answers
Between walls
Which hardly
Speak

Now accustomed
By default
Where relief
Is keeping
Quiet

Despite begging
Shuttered windows
Let us leave
Before
They close

Knowing somehow
Being blessed
Makes that illness
Much more
Special

Risking joy
Outside confinement
When precaution
Fails
Its task

Hiding truth
Behind closed doors
Seeing families
Spend
Each moment

Still unsure
Tomorrow’s promise
Seems sufficient
Though time
Wastes

Missing sun
Upon thick skin
Built while braving
Threats
Too modern

Since religion
Offers safeties
Beyond science
Grim
If wrong.

– J. Pigno

Fill us not
With anger
But the courage
To die in vain
And believe
Our efforts wasted
Were sins
Of a living proof

That lies
Begin each dream
Chasing prospects
Deemed unholy
Through their worship
Once entitled
Among gods
Whose throne is cash

Now uncertain
As they seem
Losing heavens
Between heartbeats
Fallen victim
Facing choices
Buying breaths
At highest price

Despite answers
Called unfair
Finding illness
Drives obsession
By persuading
Human armies
Whose own swords
Are fear made flesh

Pointing weapons
Towards themselves
Only brandished
For destruction
Against bodies
Still divided
Always whole
Though being split

Down the middle
So it goes
Every moment
Faith should vanish
Giving evil
Ample reason
Eating minds
Without much hope

Missing health
From fame excess
False success
Where sudden danger
Rears distraction
Revealed deadly
Masking substance
Beneath wealth

While misfortune
Becomes strength
Building nerve
Beyond good measure
Knowing age
Prefers indifference
Never taking sides
But time.

– J. Pigno

The rain fell
In my sleep
Where I’ve dreamed
So long
Of living

Despite
What nightmare
Waited
Outside these eyes
Held shut

Where each daylight
Showered dust
Bearing heat
Which felt
Like scratches

Amid sunshine
Raining ashes
Down from clouds
Whose sky
Was scorched

Touting flames
With sharpest tongues
Claiming God
Preferred we
Suffer

Under brightness
Speaking judgments
Proving demons
Won
His war

While no angel
Worth her weight
Ever saw
Those lies
Defeated

When our hopes
Remained in ruins
Straying far
Away
Through fear

Watching flares
Spill burning tears
With their sparks
That dropped
Derision

Upon faces
Still too arid
For redemption
Moist
And just

By assuming
Darkest storms
Fared much better
Than
Old worries

Against cinders
Smoking gently
Between evenings
Lost
On grief

Learning water
Almost gone
Won’t replenish
Come
New morning

Facing choices
Hardly wagered
Despite answers
Dry
But real

Left deciding
Fates unknown
Every night
Since we
Surrendered

To existence
Now forgotten
After waking
Death
So warm.

– J. Pigno

She said
I was now
Her enemy

And perhaps
That hurt me
Most –

Knowing
This heart
Couldn’t handle

Anymore beats
That should
Skip

Out of learning
The worst
Isn’t death

But assuming
Fear
All around it

Preserves
What life
Can betray us

Faster
Than breath
Should escape,

From lungs
Whose air
Is belief

Each symptom
Felt
May distinguish

Between
These senses
Deluded

By panic
Or dread
Without cause.

Since friends
Are forever
Some curse

Holding times
Too dear
For forgetting

Within
Both hands
Put together

Aiming blame
Like guns
At our heads,

Confirming
Love doesn’t
Last

When parents
Raise
Little children

As thorns
Not blossoms
Excited

To share
Such flowers
They bloom.

– J. Pigno

I’m even
Running from dreams
On the days
Which follow
Phantoms

Into heartbreak
Self-inflicted
By what fear
My symptoms
Show

When remembering
Life went wrong
Each time
These thoughts
Should wander

Since my body
Tells of torment
Bravely speaking
If it
Shakes

With wildly
Flailing limbs
Sharing stories
Few
Would mention

Or believe
Their rightful duty
To express
For those
Who break

Like chest pains
Without cause
As my pulse
Spikes
Every morning

Rising quickly
Out of wailing
During showers
I once
Loved

Seeing mom there
At her edge
Sitting quietly
Near my
Bedside

While that constant
Blank expression
Suggests blame
More sad
Than death

Where forever
Grows so black
And my wedding
Just doesn’t
Happen

Resting empty
Outside being
In a place
No warmth
Exists

Or these words
Affirming love
Saying sorry
For such
Anguish

Still believing
God is waiting
Despite nights
My sleep
Says no.

– J. Pigno