Joseph Lambert Poems

Is there nothing I Concede? While you're filling in you're secrets, holding back the beast. Eyes off you now, their voices stating their need. Shaking hands of the temptress, all the ways she makes us bleed. With new life, new lease, to her quiet burning insides, her melting hands, and the only path she goes. Self touching, torching atop her pyre she glows. Her true voice in agony grow louder beyond control.
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In silence now, lost all senses and time. mistaking favor, to whatever God I'd leave behind. Embracing a cold night. White hands paling rip around me pull my head down and to the side. for all my sobbing surrender, screaming, whaling, voices his favorite lullaby. My kind of lonely rejoices an impaling goodbye.The dozens in dimes paid for, The Devil throws a grave rose mockery in my sight.
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