Joseph Narusiewicz Poems

Crashing sea in the warm wind
This will to live on the cliff
Her flight from life is my night
I know the loss of pleasing others
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Hope on a knife
You are the quiet shore
I am the molten fear
Born Like Queen Esther
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The sea rolls over her wet labia
Poetry as hot as the brain on fire
You wanted romance
You wanted desire
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Innocent dusk sets upon my soul
Quiet amidst the blue with clouds
Purging green meadow
Sorrow turning to a mellow joy
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Weeping like a Mayan Forest
Waiting for you with temples
Everything in blocks of alienation
Tensions where demons lie
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maybe intelligence and deep intuition
are not sexy to you any longer?

since you're around the sexuality of flies
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We are flowers coming back
I have hid like the almost dead
No winter blossoms
Dark tides cleaning the shore
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Black twisted rope whip neck
The dream nightmare
I walk into the room
My brother there in the shadows
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Come closer my darling
Past the pain, the scars
Into the sweet forests of faith
You are oasis
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Everything tightens like a noose
Narrow passage soon to close
I wait for you with desert moons
Fields sigh in the summer wind
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