My name is Derek Ostuni and I am 27 years young. I grew up in Naugatuck Ct. most of my life and attended school at Naugatuck high and attended only two semesters of college at the local community school. I started writing when I was 19 but only started cultivating it a couple of years ago. My influences are mostly the old dead poets. My favorites are Longfellow, Shakespeare, and Lord Byron and recently I�ve been reading Charles Bukowski. I also like to read old novels and some new stuff too. I am very spiritual yet at the same time I can be very dark. My range of experience is very vast for someone my age. When I was in high school I went to Cuba to play baseball for a junior Olympic team. I also played basketball and soccer though not for the school. I have suffered through manic depression and drug addiction. This is where a lot of my inspiration and writings come from. I am a survivor and a story teller. Some of what I write holds so much truth and some just sounds like my own gears grinding. Either way it is all official. I rarely make anything up just to fill a page. I am hoping that my book with give others that are struggling a sense of connection and inspiration to go after their dreams and to have courage and strength when dealing with the darker elements. I think there is something for everyone in these writings since they cover the more primal aspects of living. The light, the darkness, life, death, love, and desire are prominent in my work. I am really hoping it can reach the public for the greater good and I have a great amount of faith in it as do others in my life.
I know we have the dark power
In us
I guess that�s why we throw
A fist
A match
Or turn a card
We support it with our
Rage
Condensed
Like ten years of hate
Turned inward
Battling the self
Or a woman who won�t love
Us
Or we can�t love
But to carry on wishing all the time
Someone would kill
Her
Or take her away
Sometimes the pain remains
To stay
Yes we have a weakness
For slipping
Into the darkness
Or should I say reaching a breaking point
Being crushed
Heads down and heavy
Fists red and ready to pound any
Living thing
Burning for a fight
Or a beer
A drug
A woman
Death
Could intoxicate matters
To gratify
To fill the hole
A gift
To redefine the shadows
Of time
Will someone turn on a light in here?
Or stab me with an adrenaline
Shot
In this heavy heart
� Derek Ostuni
OLD MAGIC
If I look back
Deep
Like trying to recall a dream
I can remember magic
Not like the magic I know
Now
Mysterious and fleeting
Then
Magic in my hands
My eyes
My heart
With the good people
Electric
Art
Like we were all plugged into
Every moment
Eternity had laid in our souls
Youth is magic
So is love
And contentment
Magic because you will never
Forget them
Though you may neglect the day
Or how they left you
Forever trying to get back
What it seems like the only thing
That could tie us into the world
� Derek Ostuni
A SCREAMING SYMPHONY
We try to remember our song
Our magic
Or get a new one
We write
We sing
We play
But the harder the heart
Pushes and strains
The longer we will wait
For what has
Always remained under it all
In all it�s seeming endless
Parts
But then again not at all
A voice
Silent
Still
Small
Misunderstood
� Derek Ostuni
BLACK JEEP
By my house
The high street by my house
Runs a black jeep by day
Dark and sleek
Like an arrow head
There is a woman with flowing wind caught hair
Who waves
And beeps her horn like it is some kind of
Mechanical seduction
Hand out the window to receive my
Greeting
Though I cannot recall who drives this
Arrow
Who runs the road in front of my home?
With her pheromones
I dream of princesses and
Poems
Possibilities of love
Run through me repeatedly
They conquer
Possibilities of friendship or
Conversation
Lust
Seduction
And what I have now to give her:
Half a heart
A smoky cloudy spirit combusting like a
Dirty chemical
A solar flare
Pieces
And a soft beckon
Two words and then silence
Dull and low
Have me
I don�t stop her when she races by
For what could a liar say?
To a queen
I lie to myself endlessly
And to her?
What could this all mean?
These fly by encounters?
It�s like a torment
She flows like the Mississippi
Past my home
Where my love is bent
And angled towards
Aggravation
Now I am pale and spent
And alone
Dreaming of black arrows
Black jeep
Pain in my heart
Sad paling reminder of non-equality
Axe to my joy
Dream of today
Retreating
Fading like an autumn maple
Racing like a train
Going nowhere
On desperation lane
� Derek Ostuni
OWN WAY
I won�t
Follow another�s path
I will go my own way
Though from their own steps
I can hear whispers
In the woods
From their heels
Through the trees that say
Allow me to show you how
To walk
Living is up to you
Continuing is a dream
Make your way a good one
Grace may come
And mercy in your sleep
When you leave your prints behind
In the deep
� Derek Ostuni
PUT YOUR FEET DOWN AND WALK
How can one miss?
So steadily
It feels like something is
Fleeting
Or has gone away
Though deep in this
Scarlet heart
I know grows a rhythm
But without my attention?
A certain confusion
Life is life
It is steady and full
Of purpose
Everything is on time
The fruit ripens and
Dies
It seems like things are
Consumed
Though without coming back
In some shape
Or form
We would cease to be
We are a recycled lot
Always full
Though sometimes we feel
Empty
Missing is not to
Recognize
Aiming is a loss
Put your feet down
And walk
� Derek Ostuni
AUDIBLE MEMORIES
Some music throws me
To heartache
I remember when josh
Died
It was doves spinning in my
Player
Trying to find a trace of him
It was a green cd with black
Sharpe writing
It seemed to capture a much
Deeper woe
It still does
I don�t like to relive that
Awful thing
For I too
Was an awful thing
To that disk
I will not be returning
Andrea is another thing
She is Tori Amos
In my headphones
Don�t think we ever got
Where we could have gone
I was an awful thing
And the mystery and woe
Are high
And long
And it seems to me
Everlasting
