Peter S. Quinn Poems

Careful delusion
cumbersome confessions

soul and body
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The shadows rays
of sleepy night

in morrow plays
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Bowed complicity
rules expense recognition

scoffed truth
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What's happening in our lives?
Why have we stopped talking?
Indifference's cuts deep as knives,
Connection routes are lacking.
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In the city's circles
flowing rifts of change

holding fear and defeat
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Starry days
lonely ways

lifetimes
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Darkish red red rose
In the evening spring of glows
A petal drop goes
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I long to see the faraway, the place
Where all my dreams and hopes are waiting for me.
The land of beauty, mystery, and grace,
Where I can be myself and truly free.
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Come here into the night of distances Farwell
The seraphs are trooping on and on all there
In its long forgotten road of its many foretell
The moments they come and go in their blare
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Sing a song of heartsick blues,
Of loneliness I'm not amused.
I must reload my emotion fuels,
Because I'm not like I'm used.
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