Joseph Narusiewicz Poems

Beauty is a gift of the one who perceives
All have been given the capacity
Fallen world, fallen self
Yet beauty is a songbird of hope
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I've become a wet neuron
Calling on the tails of subspace
Swimming in the pleasure of purple
She opens up the sea
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Surrounded by a sea of serenity
I have faith
I have awareness
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I saw an angel on a strangers arm
by the theater near the train station
she was bright like Key West
like a Los Angeles beech
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Far above the trees a buddhist wind
No socialist hears the free bells
The avant-gard is over
Tunnels dug covered
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Tristan amour valence of ivory
Heaven is protestant prophecy
We work like SS guards
Energy dissipated without sheets
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The table is set, crystal and china
Silver romance, delicate elegance
A fine candle glows in tender night
Her kisses like fine red wine
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Aspire in the surrealistic mire
Leave the myth of the republic
Soul breaks through the bonds
Spartacus dies in Roman chains
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