Jorge Alexandre Poems

The cigarette is blazing
The ash burning, burning, to the ground,
It fills my heart; my soul,
I rip what I plough.
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I hold and hold;
Thy hate against thines heart;
And if one is knocked;
The other; dies.
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Thy company bewildered; uncertain,
The gods have mercy; I aim to please,
My oath of blood is taken,
Uncertainty; changing; changing.
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Thy text makes me warm;
The comfort to the reader;
In pencil stains of led,
Of the pallid colour grey;
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Thy beauty; pale and plagued with me,
Oh thy thoughts; thy feelings I consort,
For no eyes meet me like thine; like thee,
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Dear Joseph,

Burn Away, burn.
To the rainy water,
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Thy comfort read to me,
Thy life is good; thy fantasy,
The twisted lies and truths of earth,
We are nothing; we are dirt.
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I see thee in my thoughts,
Thou tempest through the winds inside,
You have though conquered;
That rough sea of mine.
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Love,

What is love but not your smile,
Thy lighted face with happiness,
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Will this empty feeling, never end,
And I be burnt to the witching bone.
Will the lonely night stop grieving,
For its love the sun;
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