Craig H. Stewart Poems

Unexpected festive mess we sing into the night,
I hear a happy siren song entwine around my own,
Smiling laughter, perfume lingers, warm around my neck,
I turn and see her, heartbeat drumming loudly in my chest,
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The best things in life are unexpected,
Like a red tailed arrow, loosed in the dark,
Flying straight and true to hit the bulls-eye,
The mark,
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My heart is adrift, from black-less depths I gape and gulp another stone into my guts, bubbled burp from Davy Jones adrift and muffled softly popping foam, atop the cresting buttresses I gaze into the dark...

in sensed with extra vascular implosion, a sense of outside turning in from azure to crimson, flimsy tendrils fall from high above and join into the dance, i can't remember time or space or place, i have you, still...
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As I lay down, resting head on perfumed earth,
caring fingers caress my ears and kiss my neck,
whispering a thousand words.
As blade of grass dances to wind's serenade,
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An inward breath, sharp, but not distressed,
As flesh is kissed and stroked, caressed,
My finger tips press like dewdrops rest,
On gossamer strands of spiders web.
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The fires have burned low to shimmering embers,
Scattered across the floor like a million dying suns
they sputter their last into the cold, smoking sand.
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Will we ever see, a day without war?
When four and twenty men rush forth,
With thoughts of home they steel their hearts,
Up and over crumbling sandbags,
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Again, I find a wanderer,
Back turned against the shore,
I wonder if she knows the face,
I wore some time before? ,
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The ebb and flow of pustules, pulsing,
Dancing Terrors, in the deep,
Embrace the wisdom of your mothers, or
They will drag you from your sleep,
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eloquent rapture charged through synapse trees
purest sunlight strikes and peals,
amongst the echoes now i feel
awakened.
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