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Joseph Narusiewicz

(9/29/50 / So St Paul, Minnesota)

Wings of Peace

Billows like rage leaving the heart
I've forgiven you
I've chosen to be clean

We walked the beech of wonder
Red hair, auburn and blond
You taught me dreams
Napalm, funerals, strife
We kissed like shells on the dawn

I've become the searcher of evil
I seen the concentration camps
Young with confusion
Art is a grand bridge
Shelley, Keats
Now Rimbaud cries through
The Doors are playing

Religion and capitalism

Rage found alcohol
I hurt you
I hurt myself
I hurt everyone
Crash, almost dead
Windshield glass

The wilderness
Idols die like a gravestone
Pain cleanses the soul
Quiet joy starts the day
Shadows run for their holes

You are gone
You come again
We feel the whisper of stars
Letting go of earth for angels

Wings of peace gather the seeds

Submitted: Saturday, October 19, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, October 22, 2013

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