hunter #poem #poetry

the destiny that calls me
will have to wait tonight
for I am hunting Judas
and I am hunting Brutus
blood boils in my veins
Iโ€™m sharpening my arrows
I strangulate the time
I coil around your thoughts
hunter of desires
the Mount of Olives cries
my hands are fighting lions
the mystery of me
is bursting into fires


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46 thoughts on “hunter #poem #poetry

  1. Et tu Brute?
    This poem feels like itโ€™s burning in flames from start to finish. If ignites a fire and is driven by unstoppable passion for retribution of this treachery. I am left breathless, I can feel my heart racing. Move over destiny, this traitor will rue the day, no matter what.

    Itโ€™s a masterpiece G.

    And, I hope your weekend has not truly involved fighting any lions with your hands – even though I do not doubt that you could do this if you needed to.


    1. Hey my dearest, R. You are such a sweetheart. I can’t not thank you enough for your wonderful comment and for the praise. I am humbled and flattered.
      It must be morning for you now.
      Wishing you a serene week filled with whispers of love.
      Thank you again for everything.

      1. Thank you, sweetheart. Lord, I canโ€™t figure out the time. Monday evening. It reminds me of my two weeks trip to Japan. I was completely lost in time.
        Anyway, have a restful sleep. Dream of love. Be love.

      2. I am from the future dear G. Just take your own time and add about 3/4 of a day to it. If only I could put this to good use somehow…
        I hope to dream of love, I hope thatโ€™s what youโ€™re already doing โค๏ธ๐Ÿ’œ๐Ÿ’›๐Ÿ’š๐Ÿ’™๐Ÿ–ค

      3. Haha! You know what I do? I check my phone for current time in… yet, I still can’t get used to the idea that some people live tomorrow, while I live today.

      4. And this is a great metaphor for me in general… I struggle to live in today, lately I feel like im always lingering in yesterday. Doesnโ€™t fit with living in the Southern Hemisphere. Perhaps I need to live at the equator??

        Have a wonderful afternoon G xoxo

      5. At the end of the day I don’t think is about geography. It’s about where you heart is. My forever fav novelist – Lawrence Durrell- wrote “A city becomes a world when one loves one of its inhabitants.” Without love everything is empty.

        Love and hugs, R.

        PS: I’ll take the equator ๐Ÿ™‚

  2. il destino che mi chiama
    dovrร  aspettare stanotte
    perchรฉ sto cacciando Giuda
    e sto cacciando
    sangue di Bruto bolle nelle mie vene
    sto affilando le mie frecce
    strangolo il tempo che
    mi avvolgo intorno ai tuoi pensieri
    cacciatore di desideri
    il Monte degli Ulivi piange le
    mie mani stanno combattendo contro i leoni,
    il mistero di me
    sta scoppiando in un incendio

    1. Flavio, thank you so much for your kindness. It means so much to me.
      le mie lacrime hanno fermato il incendio (I tried. Not sure if it is correct. )
      Have a magical afternoon and thank you for everything again.

    1. Thank you so much, Drew. Generous as ever.
      “power that few possess.” Aw.. is that true?
      May the stars shine upon you tonight and every night.


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