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 moments seem long,
Thy burning flame longer,
It seems the waterfall; falls not on me,
And I am left for death; to die; to sleep.
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Has thee not sinned as others have,
Nor seen thy tempest; thy rough buds of may,
Will thee be with me forever; till I die,
And with thy smile come thy dying day.
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Thy heavens; thy gods have cursed me;
Sown thy death into my bones; my skull,
And they have drilled me, killed me;
Bewitched me from your love.
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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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