Craig Farrell Poems

I have waited for a hundred years…
To here you carry deep steps upon ascending stairways
Only to stop outside my red door
And knock like you need a declaration.
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In memory of rituals, we fall into place
Covering a masterpiece with discarded moments of our last victory
We are mystified by the likelihood of this irrelevance
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It is in your eyes....
that I emerge
welcome as a martyr
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In this nights diversion
city inches forward like liquid light
Drifting from purpose to pulpit
gathering discarded dignity from a scarred landscape
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