Joseph Narusiewicz Poems

Every flower coming out of the ground
into sunlight and bringing marvel
Ringing bells of joyful beauty

Hear the new streams amidst the moss
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Sanity the coven of stereotypes
We know our delusions so well
Pierced earrings of the erotic theater
Staircase as dark as self knowing
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Abalone poise the pink Goddess
Revel deep in the id of fire
Her golden silk fire
I am the waiting summer
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We kiss under the warrior stars
Waters stutter like blue python
They come with silent chains
The forest cannot run
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Intimacy the colors of a connection
Spilled paint on a free canvas
Eyes like an easel of an apple orchard
Sometimes even the trouble get visitations
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Basking in the blue sorrow of goodbye
She hides a tear by her Roman bath
Love teaches us of times burning fire
Gentle mother gone like a flower
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I slept in music of redshift orange
You were tides of pink fire
Once again harmony paints
My walls are invaded
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I await euphoria in blue centuries
Paths lead us to the crystal fountains
Copernicus on a golden wheel of clouds
Find the melody of life in the mountains
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White marks on de Kooning women
Fragments of the fragile symbol
Redefined, undefined and lonely
I see her grafted identity
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Have you seen the end of the world
Curled up to your last ripe sin
We sit on the evening clock
Cannibals of Zeus and democracy
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