Joseph Narusiewicz Poems

Vapor jungle, the incense of love
Passage into the colored stove
Her call is the fire lamp of leather
Slaves crowned with royal purple
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Velum of sordid romance
Permeable bridge of the tired
Storm whimpers into a middle class fog
Love of money drains her soul
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I have felt the sea flowing in the blue
In love with meadows of the stars
Sage rising in orange purple Moons
No fear, no doubt, eternal joy
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Her eyes of summer rain
Fire on the dew of morning
Her first kiss awakens the earth
Birth of a love growing by the river
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I can never own her
Mystery captured dies
Rivers flow by Sitting Bull
Ghost warriors laughing streams
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In the succulent knowledge of black
Kings palaces with lost reprobate pawns
All these seen in the astro world
We must go into the wilderness
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Scripts made of digital soul
This new hour of neurons without muscle
Old world gone by the matrix
We meet on a shore of pixels
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Laws of nature like rows of books
Library of God
I read the river in the wind
Conclusions confine, we must be wise
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your bosom of iron sea
nothing touches me like you
your wealth of joy
your teasing smile
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Pithy saints of the seventh wave
Democracy becomes the flesh
The will of all the fallen flesh
Technology sleeps with the flesh
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