Derrick Puente Poems

When the battle turned
The general could tell
That life, it would be simpler
Now that the despot fell
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With vision trapped in honey and ashes in the mouth
Journey's always end, pointing artic south
Beginning with a footstep made on unsure ground
It only took a mile to find our two feet bound
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There you are pixled and framed
Like someone of ancient fame
On my wall and on my desk
All encompassing east to west
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Her face defined my youth
As the first buds of May do Spring
Around the banks of Summers' touch
Beneath the banks enthralled
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The chisel broke the mold
The marble fell away
Featureless the stone
Came alive that day
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There in the Spring causality struck
There in the virgin glory
Fumbling rains masked the sun
Until the vessels emptied
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The dagger thrust deep as first love
And I feigned for prosecution
Yet this is just reciprocity
Some call it the human condition
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When fire denies it flames
It prefers to liquefy
Pretending that its water
It finds a way to cry
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To drown in a sea of forgiveness
Or with the stroke of a brush heal
To suffer for Powers unyielding
To dream of strawberry fields
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At your last Reich
At the meridians seams
You killed the god
That innocence dreams
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