Brooklyn Joy Poems

Black cat's shadow holds my vision in an angle of attack,
Attack at the back of my mind; frigid and black.
Pen to face, a position I find mself in over and over again.
Again to the saddened state with my face to this pen.
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The tingling kiss lingers upon the crimson lips;
Parted in an exaggerated expression of awe and desire.
I leave my saddened sorrow for the hope of a new morrow;
A new morrow which lingers upon my crimson lips.
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Sitting in the room of shadows wondering if the beauty laden
Laden by the lonesome darkness guided by the night’s amour.
Love it fills the night of question; about the doubtless future succession
For the morning’s eve progression, progression towards the closing door
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I know an island sitting;
Centered in the ocean expansionary;
Foamy clouds the water carries,
And sand sprinkled by the midnight fairies.
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Unfrequented and dormant heart
May this shallow day depart?
Will this day rest with the shadows?
Will your body lie upon the gallows?
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Tensening whispers reign throughout, a thought that filled my heart with doubt
Soft it rests within my breast heavily hanging and deeply oppressed
I seize it tight trying to flout, its meaning its purpose to do without
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Their motors will purr into the night; what an infernal atrocity
To the beds the children stay in a state of brumal sleep
Deceived by reality’s hold; they rest into the break of day
Into the break of day their motors will purr
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Conditioning
Conditioned state it seems to be: your love, your life, your reality
Stimulated by our senses, vacuous ending facts remain
Remain, wasted to the mind of creation; wasted are the laws of man
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Morning star rests lazily low in the hazy dawn.

The sky of dawn; salmon and violet fade to azure as the sun reaches its height at noon.
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Tick the way the clock did stroke
With a will of devious thrills.
Oh morning heart you weaken the sorrow, of the burning light.
It hardens my flesh with a porcelain finish,
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