Joseph Narusiewicz Poems

Pride goes before a fall
High lofty towers burn to the ground
Symbols of money, oppression
Wealth built on the backs of slaves
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Nestled in nostalgia
Wondering if it is aware
The past sleeps lightly
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Deep in the forest they bury the forgotten
Victims of Stalin, the CIA, national guards
Ghosts, shallow graves, all nations corrupt
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Red candle burns romantic in the night
Lovers hide from the barren torn world
Wrapped in symbols of hope and future
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Every blade of grass alive forever
Flowers sing in living light
Someday this dream will be true
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The wind has called me to be gentle
Kisses from over the sea of dreams
Romance swells the tides with magic
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Moonlight plays like cellos with violins
Clouds light up with mystic Aura
This summer night is quiet and calm
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Nothing is fair outside the gates of Eden
She cries and cries and can't see it's self pity
Why me? Why not you?
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Tributes to fallen lovers, paintings
Rembrandt cannot bring his wife back
Cover her with fine jewels and flowers
She is gone, only God breathes life
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Rise to the occasion, feathers and drums
Let the colors of the rainbow shine
These myths have faces, let them dance
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