Written by Romeo Dellavalle.


Between the muted walls
Of my small space I call my own,
I displaced all my belongings
And changed the picture of my home
To resemble the now colored World...

Like an artist's palette:
Green, Yellow, Red and Sky's Blue,
All those magical colors,
Each playing an important role
In my everyday mood,
Right here in New York !

Even the shiny reflection of copper,
Touches my inner self,
When totally secluded in my fortress
While awaiting patiently and motionless
For the arrival of the Fall!

Romeo Della Valle
(c) All rights reserved-2011
New York City


Written by Romeo Dellavalle.


(To my brother Doc PenPen)

Higher mountains I have climbed
And many dusty roads crossed!
Days and nights I thought
About the time I would get caught
Facing my own reality of seeing:
My dreams becoming nightmares,
My thoughts fading in the fog
Of desperation and loneliness!

Myself I found, drifting in a world
All of my own but still alive,
Burning every little bit of strength
Left in my shaking body and mind!
Confusion possessed me
In those moments of desperation
But I never gave up,
Seeing the light approaching
And slowly coming through
The overwhelmed cold shadow!

The moment arrived
When the light cleared my path
Feeling completely rejuvenated
And getting back on my feet
With the strength of a Lion!
Faith was the only key
To open that invincible door
And breaking all the barriers
That temporarily got me stuck!

After the scary storm,
Here now I am, feeling great
And ready to continue my mission
To spread the message of Love
And Peace all over the World!

Romeo Della Valle
(c) All rights reserved-2014
New York City