David Zvekic

I drifted off throughout that night,
My breath held deep in thrall to art
With words I felt but didn't write -
They fled my pen; I couldn't start.
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The more ways I find to express my love,
The more I love you, and the better for love,
And more: What more than seek such ways to it;
Expressing love (and therefore to do it) .
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I dared to know a forbidden mind,
Innocence imprisoned in darkness,
One soul trapped beneath fear, in irons,
A kindred spirit bent beyond reason,
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There once was a lazy poor poet,
But indignant she didn't quiet know it.
Just one bad review,
And her blood turned all blue,
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I've lost the joy that used to meet your smile,
And found without its light my life now feels
That I have squandered love; It takes a while
Before faith's misconception hurts as real.
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Of all words ever said before,
Of all the knowledge known,
Of all the theories held before,
And all that I've been shown;
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What is this place called life? That lonely thing
Which cruelly wipes out dreams that beings bring?
How then to persevere in living when
These all are doomed: the lives of beasts and men?
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If I for failure owe some higher price
Than kind, to quell love's thirst and passion's cost,
I say, I'd pay it gladly over twice,
For this, my first love's kiss, that I've since lost.
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Leave me where the snows will fall;
I'll lay myself a bed beneath
the stars; I'll listen to the wind
and sing my sorrows to the seas.
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Oh! Shut my brain; Don't make me feel
  my pain, your pain, you've made it real.

You've tied down hope; I'm half as tall,
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No ropes are these, my hands, to bind the wind,
To part unyielding currents from herself,
Or fix my earthbound breath and so defend:
As fallen leaves on wind, I've lost myself.
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(I)

I've lost the joy that used to meet your smile,
And found without its light my life now feels
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An artist paints his life from mark to end,
  from mix to finish, like the pigment oils
  that while on painter's pallet blend,
  on canvas cling to boast the master's toils.
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Democracy has nothing left to do,
From high in soaring towers of plate glass,
Concealed by rebar steel and concrete block,
Secured aloft in fortresses of finance;
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Her beauty is as lines laid on my soul
  As found revealed beyond the reach of time;
  So subtle, fate's perfection draws me whole
  As powerless I cling to her design.
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Oft' I wait across the way,
Staid nerves defy my flustered heart
With words I would but will not say,
So steel my tongue before I start.
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She is the moonlight pallor,
Dark water's cold caress
Echoes in the shadow of midnight's kiss.
On a single mote of her hair,
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You've seen these skies under a different star;
its rays caress the winds but not the same
as those that strike on me; their journey's far
from yours; their currents found a different stream.
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Leaves fly the wind across my way
Like dreams brought dry on sorrowed dew;
As night strikes vibrance from the day,
These souls the trail led hard astray;
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I would have been a better friend
If time had worn me not alone.
Though friendships' bonds frayed past their end,
I could have been a better friend.
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