Gregory Geismar Poems

With the sky heavy and dark, upwardly they will glance
Seeking that which is not a goal, with nothing but an awkward stance
Pierced the veins that are, the road is long, a trodden path
The soul yearns not for what is deserved or owed,
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Lonely Christmas’s, a hunger that has an eternal last
A dream of revolution during euel tide passed
A scream, a roar of desperation of every which superficial task
Amongst the throb of eternal bliss
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Running through your bones
Neither warm, nor cold
A force so great, so powerful
It will never cease to tower over you.
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