Paul Noel Cimino
Bio
I am a spontaneous spiritual artist
I seek to find answers in the art and writing I create.
I like to express it to my heart and make it come true.
Stories (43)
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In a Cold Lazerium
It was a soft cool city morning, and all of it was roses, with sweet Devine. It came upon the hour to check the time, a cold lazerium. To call her mine, as it looks well, as the music traces of colorful rain in Hollyrocks. A sound would fall during this sleeping time across the floor, as Tarzan looked and stood. Clear sounds from the room shine until she would. I answered and then she had opened her door. Weary, while she was jumping to see him smile. To my appreciation this was to be wild, and the sense of it all was free to surprise, cold and thirsty in my eyes. Devine had been from her heart as pretty as the lights of the city, through the eyes of Tarzan. Scared little Candy smiling from across the shore, a telephone keeps on screaming across the floor. The colors fall from the ceiling boom makes it revealing to see the love across the room. Now, it’s all clear to the splashing hum, and the sound of the tune. Not to stay home and it soon showed out in Hollywood what is otherwise good to see that Devine be a beauty by this glow in the dark show. And I understood my Hollywood mistress from the San Francisco, in the cold lazerium from head to toe.
By Paul Noel Cimino6 years ago in Poets
Dark Glow
I carry the loose change of what I am looking for. I believe all the colors will blend together. Where the light has no name, I follow the sun to see her gone. To reach out and touch the flame without a name. To feel the light of the dust cloud on my face, when I go there. Turning to rust, trampled in dust, to burn out with you is all I can do.
By Paul Noel Cimino6 years ago in Poets
Freedom with a Tear
Going to try on what to do when my love is away, I feel okay. At first sight and to turn out the light, nothing is real. This easy street, with a lot better place to be, with my friends is at the cafe. Each melody recalls what used to be. As warm as May, and she used to care, when love was new. Each caress of my freedom that dragged a tear, I know.
By Paul Noel Cimino6 years ago in Poets
Sunshine Hour
Air conditioned hour, came to go hang loose glow. Within there as a wind of a phony, blow. A bell for an hour throughout the parking lot dirty, thirty, cars at play with each other, in the lovely backseat, in the parking-lot parking I imagine an hour. And she got a lot to show off. Her naked leather, treat me with a moan desire on equipment equalizer, standard equator zone-
By Paul Noel Cimino6 years ago in Poets
Public Parking—Fantastic Love Affair
In a beeping between the buttons there is to show on this day to a sunshine hour. A ray among the light of fluffy -clouds, being bear aroused. And we sweat to these flowers. And between the car seats in the backseat so neat your feet, on the gas pedal of heat. That it’s theatrical drama living in color, loving vibrations between us slower. In our hour of blu, so I can tell you that you are of the moon burning shower.
By Paul Noel Cimino6 years ago in Poets
A Police Story
A dishonest cop! A liar and his partner both, cheat to death and play chicken on March 6, 2014. In the city of swaying palm trees and rainbows, it’s a disgrace. As their pistol is caught between ther legs, it’s a sick! Those, the two cops are a couple of Pricks.....
By Paul Noel Cimino6 years ago in Poets
Devine Colour
Start writing... Admire the tune of perfume performance throughout the color, during this blessed, adoring hour. Devine swept the collision of Earth and Moon, of real and restless blues. Blessed are to be nameless colours, any sweet soft parade of confusion, and love without a tune. Let me tell you... something of a color that is true. And isn't it there in paradise to every room? l call it Devine. Clear and bright in the sound unto play it everywhere, like midnight flower. With a tune, devine today more than before. Nothing new shining through down unto burn the ground. Way up in the sky as I sit by my Fire🔥I hear a sweet call and I have been saved... this very hour. I am blessed with An Aloha Flower.
By Paul Noel Cimino6 years ago in Poets
Devine
Sincerely, that she is coming to tea in the moment, and leaving me at night—like a hibiscus cloud is on fire. I feel free with no use there is to desire. And, the wind cries like a wine. I found a picture of her to light up the time. And, to the magic world at night, it rains to a splashing tune. The golden chain, to her eyes as they descend like butterflies into the light. I appear with a golden lei to the city of Hale O Honolulu. “A toast” To The Golden Chain, locked up in a lei, in a glass with a wine... to write her name–
By Paul Noel Cimino6 years ago in Poets
Stone Wall Stare
A passion nightmare, and I see it all so clear. Nothing but shattered dreams she calls to me, woman so weary. The torment is, that in the weight of a stare. Disappear in the road before, and lead me here, to recognize the weight of her stare. Was I to blame for being unfair? A long long time to be waiting here, the stone glare. At the edge of the path a psycho at hand, the path where you held out your hand.
By Paul Noel Cimino6 years ago in Poets
