Joseph Narusiewicz Poems

Polished darkness groomed for a city
A city of pain
A city of games
A city that will blow your mind
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Madness burns like a candle
Blustery night haunted with Anna
No clover or wild grass grows
No laughter sighs in the wind
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Have you seen the leeches of society?
Have you seen them crawling like snakes?
Sucking off the life of everyone
Have you seen them with their lawyers?
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Identity, fragile image of broken mirrors
The start of hope and banished fears
Razor time cuts into the innocence
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Dreams from Vienna, vernal troubadours
Violins play soft, cafes in romantic light
French poets with symbols of rebellious mirth
Walk the ancient streets, parades of ghosts
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Clasp the blue sky and sea so free
These sweet angels smile for all
She is immortal myth and soft dreams
Romance is the garden before the fall
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She walks on blue light
Ethereal and soothing
The grass is so green with truth
Hold the moon in your heart
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Silver silence looms her legacy
The pride of fallen angels
Roman slave ships
Us and them
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Parallel dream with an ankle chain
She dances like a fire that must burn
We are the corridors of beryl
Moons of Jupiter
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An easel stands in candle light
Young maidens sit without gesture
Pure, like the repose of Eve in Eden
Eyes with the power of the stars
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