joseph nez Poems

It was what many begin to prepare
after the season's end.
Reform away many thoughts
from the evening's charms within.
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It is somewhat reflected
a man's emptiness
being his heart...
left unattended is as changeable as weather
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Feelings will flow,
along a riverbank into a flow...
against rocks and others.
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My Valentine has a lamp about and around her
She tells me an aura of atmosphere of kindness she found
That's when I reach across the table and grab her hand
'you see this grip', I said, 'It's able'
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The essential nature of a home is walking
abandoning... no fault of their own
creeping with its caskets
wondering what happen.
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A ramification...
of absolute temperature.
The boiling point of water,
circulating what's hers.
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My father express his love in an inch.
My mother overflowed her boundary.
I'm sorry my son, said she...
I did you wrong.
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If by the time comes into an authentic moment,
as true into the sight,
the breaking into dawn,
a comforting cadence of thoughts...
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I remember you...
standing amidst in the procession of Kindness.
Given favor by the assurance of Love once wrote...
that long suffering and kind, never broke.
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Something they mention about you
in the scattered memories.
I pretended not to know.
I don't know, I said
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