KarlRomeo PierreLouis

I have found Eden in her eyes
vivid and hemmed around
utterly out of reach of a glance
most fair for bliss and blame
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No words can say the solace I find between these walls
Beauty and light…fantasy and poetry
All and everything finding its space
And I finding my pace
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I have taken my breath of you
stuttered shook and ready
I have left my heart at your feet
counting the hours faithfully till
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The day is far too spent
Below the apricot fading sunset
Rebelling against the night air
Invading the space of our day’s color
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All I have ever done was write you love poems
falling into the calm of another world
perhaps all you ever needed was a psalm
All I have ever done was write you love poems
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Another summer’s June has found me
Sooner than my exhalation of yesterday
And I have no one
Fading in and out of my strokes
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There is no bravery here
Just hollow memories lay plain
Laid bare for all to see
No glare or fanfare, just pain
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Crash into me
You autumn and winter follies
Leave behind your eyes and share your memories
Those dripped in fear
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In this echoing night alone and crowded,
falling into feelings I had long forgotten
behind the pine tree and murky lake of ten summers ago
gracious and ungrateful images painted a shadow
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He kissed her through the glass of his living room window
he saw her and missed her all together
others glanced and searched and was left apart
He reached and brushed her hair tenderly through the looking glass
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I keep company with bad company, you see
the kind that welcome themselves but leaves
with a piece of who I am
little by little they track mud and fear
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He does not stare into the night
he stares into her eyes from the distance of his
heart and imagination complimented only by his memory
he does not kiss into the air
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Could it be away from Ethiopia,
Charm has poured constantly to her request
and in the splendor of her kisses have bruised her feet
broken pieces of heaven have fallen as snow to her wonder
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They think him lover and villain
unkind and unlike the milk-white roses he leaves behind
Mad and insane, enraged even
through the stretch of the imagination they have condemned him
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what say you gentle moon, can this be it
your crescent glow through the night has made
this all too surreal, all too perfect
what say you tender wind, can this be it
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And it was the reflection
That kept me between the hours
Of fading night and new day
And it was my imperfection
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And he asked for one more sunrise
along the purple hazed sunset of the day before
as his counting breath shorten his ideals
he whispered a confession to the passing clouds above
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With ink on her hands she wrote to me her truths
reading over her fingered letters
she gave onto my eyes her promises
and as her words echoed through me
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He did not hide his hands
and in the strange delivery of his words
she reached for him
and with a step so calm, he wasted no distance
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And with a sigh, goodbye became the whisper
and she was gone with the last sound
with it my breath and composure
fell to my feet and regret became my companion
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