My Secret Book

April 11th, 2013

My secret book.

No one else may look.

Deep inside.

To what writings I try to hide.

My black book.

Hidden in a secret nook.

Hiding my soul from the light.

The cover like my soul, black as night

My book is my secret life.

The time I escape my strife.

My look is calm and at ease.

Just so long as no one sees.

My little book.

Where no one should ever look.

Welcome Krysena

April 11th, 2013

Welcome my Dark one

Teardrops on my page

April 8th, 2013

Tear drops on my page. 

Never seen by others. 

Hidden from view. 

My page covered in tears. 

My eyes now empty. 

There are tear drops on my page. 

My emotion I bottled up. 

The mask I have is well made. 

Yet there are tears on my page. 

I hide my words. 

Hide my thoughts. 

Hide my pain. 

My bottle overflows. 

The pain leaks out. 

There are teardrops on my page. 

April 8th, 2013




My heart races

At an unatural beat

Speeding rapidly

Without delay

I look down

Admiring my work

Loopy and lightheaded

I start cracking up

Hitting the bottle

Spilling the pills

Blades and pills

A perfect delight

Relinquishing me from


A place of pain

And suffering



Into a haze

Of beauty



I finally feel it

I am numb

No feeling

No more pain

No more self hate

No more greed

No more feelings

I look down

At my body

From a higher crown


Higher and higher

Mind and soul

Body apart

The paper

Falls out my hand

Hitting the floor

Blood stains

Upon the corners

My once frantic heart

Now calm

Beating slowly

Getting slower

Darkness clouds my vision

Nothing is to be seen

My eyes open

Im back in my prison

Back to reality

The light burns my eyes

The sound of machines

A prominant sound

Stomach pumped

Cuts stitched

I think to myself

Why? Why me?

And plan my next attempt

To enter paradaise.

Catching Pigs

March 29th, 2013



There was a chemistry professor in a large college that had some exchange students in the class.

One day while the class was in the lab, the professor noticed one young man, an exchange student, who kept rubbing his back and stretching as if his back hurt.

The professor asked the young man what was the matter. The student told him he had a bullet lodged in his back. He had been shot while fighting communists in his native country who were trying to overthrow his country’s government and install a new communist regime.

In the midst of his story, he looked at the professor and asked a strange question.

He asked: “Do you know how to catch wild pigs?”

The professor thought it was a joke and asked for the punch line.

The young man said that it was no joke. “You catch wild pigs by finding a suitable place in the woods and putting corn on the ground. The pigs find it and begin to come every day to eat the free corn.

“When they are used to coming every day, you put a fence down one side of the place where they are used to coming. When they get used to the fence, they begin to eat the corn again and you put up another side of the fence. “They get used to that and start to eat again. You continue until you have all four sides of the fence up with a gate in the last side. “The pigs, which are used to the free corn, start to come through the gate to eat that free corn again. You then slam the gate on them and catch the whole herd. Suddenly the wild pigs have lost their freedom. They run around and around inside the fence, but they are caught. Soon they go back to eating the free corn. They are so used to it that they have forgotten how to forage in the woods for themselves, so they accept their captivity.”

The young man then told the professor that is exactly what he sees happening in America .

The government keeps pushing us toward Communism/Socialism and keeps spreading the free corn out in the form of programs such as supplemental income, tax credit for unearned income, tax exemptions, tobacco subsidies, dairy subsidies, payments not to plant crops (CRP), welfare, medicine, drugs, etc., while we continually lose our freedoms, just a little at a time.

One should always remember two truths:

There is no such thing as a free lunch, and you can never hire someone to provide a service for you cheaper than you can do it yourself.

If you see that all of this wonderful government “help” is a problem confronting the future of democracy in America , you might want to send this on to your friends.

If you think the free ride is essential to your way of life, then you will probably delete this email.

But, God help us all when the gate slams shut!

Quote for today: “The problems we face today are there because the people who work for a living are now outnumbered by those who vote for a living.” –Anonymous

” No Liberties or Freedoms are worth losing for a little Security.”

Words of wisdom

March 29th, 2013

Twelve things that a motorcycle can teach!

1. The only good view of a thunderstorm is in your rear view mirror.

2. Four wheels might move the body but two wheels move the soul.

3. I’d rather be riding my motorcycle and thinking about God than sitting in Church and thinking about my motorcycle.

4. Life may begin at 30, but it doesn’t get really interesting until about 95 mph.

5. Midnight bugs taste just as bad as noontime bugs.

6. Sometimes it takes a whole tank of gas before you can think straight.

7. A bike on the road is worth two in the shed.

8. Young riders pick a destination and go, old riders pick a direction and go.

9. When you are riding lead, don’t spit.

10. Catching a yellow jacket in your shirt at 75 mph can double your vocabulary.

11. I’ve never seen a motorcycle parked outside a psychiatrist’s office. And Finally:

12. Bikers know why dogs stick their heads out car windows

Baby doll

March 29th, 2013

Baby doll it’s you and me trippin towns,I’m holdin you tightly by the hand, rippin down those dripping frowns, no more castles made of sand!  Platinum Plated placemats you used to roll your bud, I say kick the cows out the crib with mouths all full of cud, our eyes now locked, can’t turn away, haters numbers blocked, it’s you my world rocked to stay! My pistols packed and locked.

Yeah slay me just to resurrect a golden lions body, I’ll melt with you we belt a few to loosen up your naughty! .Now we got a groove on, big bottoms gotta drop. In the back room I put the move on, all night until we pop!

Opening poem from the new book “Words of Want” by Stephen Scialli

October 12th, 2012

Alas, I would whisper
The words of want
into your heart
Stir the passionate fire
Make mine into your desire

Yumminess may abound
Smiles inside and out
Mood swing are found
Trying your sexiest pout
Intrigue just one
Two to be fun
Hearts racing for more
Open another of loves door
Take a healthy chance
Dive into deep water
In the lake of romance
Taught our part
W/what may ensue
Open loving heart
To feel it so true

Whisper the words

of want

into your soul

to dream the joy
of soul embrace

to hold the love
onto each other

sweet smile to last forever

no longer a chase

duly in our heart

whole in our soul

whole in our part


stephen scialli  © 2012

Interview with Stephen Scialli

October 12th, 2012

The following interview with Stephen is a combination of author bio and a blurb about his new book, “Words of Want”, which will be released soon. He is a fascinating individual with a unique flair for words.

About the author/author bio

October 2012

 When compiling this bio, it was decided to do it as an interview. Therefore, it is my great pleasure to introduce Stephen Scialli.

 Interviewer Rita Green: I am really honored to be interviewing you, Stephen. I am a great fan of your work. Tell me, where do you hail from originally?

 Stephen: I was born in Tokyo, but I grew up in what I call a non-English speaking area known as New Jersey. *smiles*

 Rita: Care to expound on the Non-English speaking area comment?

 Stephen: A place called Lanoka Harbor, Lacey Township. Yes, they speak “Americanese”. *more smiles*

 Rita: (laughing) Now, that is an interesting way to describe where you lived. You make your home in another state now, right?

 Stephen: Yes, I live in the Great State of Texas, a place called Seminole. Of course, like in Lanoka Harbor, there are no real Seminole natives anymore. Lanoka means “Lucky Indian” in Lenape. Not a single Lenape within 200 miles of my old hometown!

 Rita: Concerning your poetry, what inspires you?

 Stephen: Women. All of them. (Sly smile) Life throws a muse at me all the time, if you read the signs. Could be anything, but ultimately, “beauty shared is beauty enjoyed.”

 Rita: That answer is inspiring in itself. Do you have a set form or routine you follow when you write? Or, do the words just flow?

 Stephen: They flow from my fingertips, sometimes with a life of their own.

 Rita: For those of us with curious minds, would you tell us a few of your favorite things to do when you are not writing?

 Stephen: Women. (Mischievous smile)  Ok…I like to ride my Harley, travel to places, eat good foods. Read when I have time, cooking is a passion too. Love to ski… Anything to do with water…boating, fishing, skiing and jet ski. I’m a surfer too.

 Rita: Wow! You have such a variety of things you enjoy. Sounds like a full life! If you could say one thing to aspiring writers to encourage them, what would that be?

 Stephen: Write what you feel, not what others say you should write! Whether it be horror, fiction, sci-fi, bios…go with your heart. Poems have no right or wrong in my way of thinking.

 Rita: That is great advice. Now, Stephen, could you give us a few words about your new book of poetry called “Words of Want”?

 Stephen: It’s a bit of passion self help for those who need some guidance.

 Rita: Very well put! I’m sure there are other works of yours to be seen in the future?

 Stephen: Yes, I have so much to write and have written so much. The future is full of new passions to enjoy. Those are past and never again, to today and future we begin.

 Rita: Thank you, Stephen, for your candid answers and your charming wit.

 Stephen: My pleasure to be interviewed by a lovely lady such as yourself.

 Rita: Thank you again, Stephen, that was very sweet of you. I look forward to perhaps interviewing you again sometime.

 Stephen: As do I.

Reviews from “Wind in My Head”

October 12th, 2012

If you haven’t read this book of poetry, you should. This is Stephen’s previous release. Here are some reviews from readers of that book.

This review is from: Wind In My Head: Volume 3 A Collection Of Our Poems Some W/Friends 

Red Hot!, August 9, 2012 by 

5.0 out of 5 stars

Sunset7: It has been many years since I’ve read poetry and I didn’t know what I’ve been missing! Wow, quite a red hot read! Stephen’s writing talent shines through even as he writes blush evoking raw emotions of romance, longing and love. Beautifully written. One of his poems states “I am poetry” and I believe he is!



5.0 out of 5 stars The big Blush, July 24, 2012




This review is from: Wind In My Head: Volume 3 A Collection Of Our Poems Some W/Friends 

I must admit this book made me blush! This book should have been titled 50 shades of Steve! Intimate, erotica. Well written.


5.0 out of 5 stars WOW!, October 5, 2011



Sassy18630 – 

This review is from: Wind In My Head: Volume 3 A Collection Of Our Poems Some W/Friends 

The title of this review is too mild, but I don’t think I can say what it did to me! I’m going to have to buy a pregnancy test! Oh it is magic on paper! Thank you, Stephen!




Wonderful ! ! !, August 13, 2012



roni – 

This review is from: Wind In My Head: Volume 3 A Collection Of Our Poems Some W/Friends 

I so enjoyed Stephen Scialli’s romantic book. It expressed his feelings of intimacy and love, put to words in various degrees. The poetry was easy to read and understand. Depending on your mood, you could find something to spike your feelings to higher levels. Looking forward to more reads from this writer. Wishing he and his books much success. Hope his future writings are just as romantic as this one. Thank you for sharing.

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