Joseph Narusiewicz Poems

Red brick islands of insane moss
We gloat like cliffs of slippery sanity
Colored in the self indulgent rain
We are the departed
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Some people are young but very old
Life changes in a moments time
Pain and grief create ancient wisdom
Many struggle for hope and sunshine
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She comes with ribbons and mystery
Stars shine like future flowers
The simple things of life shall be
Refreshed again with gentle hours
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Stone angels stand silent while the fall leafs blow
From dawn to dusk we live, from dust to dust we go
The roses of friends come together in a field of sorrow
Death brings flowers together in a mystical bouquet
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Life is a season
Life is a candle blowing out
You tell me to call
Poems of innocent loams
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Step into the unreduced thorn
Adventure where madness eats each other
Recluse known by fables of consciousness
On the cliffs where funerals lark
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Cement rafters torn down like divorce
Wonder survives like gold in the stream
Sow your seed in the eternal field
Live with yourself and make peace
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Her gothic shadow cries like a wound
Breach where the light burns
Honesty beveled into the garden
Moonlight croons in the castle window
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I don’t believe in the new man
I don’t believe in Atlas shrugged
I don’t believe in the great men
Bridging crumbled structures
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Some share darkness together
Black marble busts
Creations sheer like polished claws
Jeering mobs desiring blood
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