Alto Lee Thomas, Jr. Poems

I reckon that your eyes and lips have long been known to me.
I would know you by your eyes alone.
Your lips, when parting by degrees, unleash your voice to me
In harmonies like angel's songs.
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I stand before the open grave
As dirt, by handfuls, slowly trickle down to coffin's lid.
We greet each other's reddened eyes with tearful smiles
And gaze down upon the remnants of our longtime friend.
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As curtains rise,
Lain paralyzed
He is first apprised
Our star;
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When comes

The chill
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Purified by trial
And suffering;
Pain paints,
The clearest picture,
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Life is short and unpredictable …
So strewn with pits and faults…
Wars and sorrows,
Death and stress….
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From nothingness in dreamless slumber
Three-quarter-year devoid of light.
Thought wakens spawned from gurgled voices
Whispered … yet … similiar sources,
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Life's essence ebbs in metered spews of frosted broken breaths;
He trudges up that final slope, exposed in mottled flesh.
All failing thew on grinding bones, this winded rusted train,
Masks agony in coats of hopes; his body's last betrayal.
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At last, he's turned the final corner
Of the blur, that was his life.

He peaked at such an early age
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Man, I got it sooooo bad that:
If I was kidnapped,
Rendered unconscious,
And involuntarily
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