Joseph Narusiewicz Poems

The misty morning brings sadness
Fall leaves blow, winter is soon
Barren fields once green are empty
I bleed in soul, God knows
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These little cults fall apart
You're left with yourself
The sea like a friend or a monster
Sky encloses the unfettered psyche
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Her chains have apothecary eyes
No ticket out
No solemn altar
Black mascara
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By fountains where golden pigeons beg
You sit like Hiroshima crying
Your dreams as dark as handcuffs
Your chains where childhood died
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Warm eyes look at the blue sea
I am the clouds of idealism
Waiting for the green spring
Flowers in the wind
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Thunder as old as gentle families
We cry like sweet mandolins
Skies of seagull rain
Islands bow like purple prayers
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Arrange the furniture like a fortress
Everything in a row like an army
Sanity the fine line
Mommy homemaker
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Quiet candles like a cults secrets
Ship in the Bay of Salem
She was once possessed
Little girl now grown gray
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Discovery in the hallowed haze
Bring her back for another eon
I see the yellow and violet way
Sadness in every soldiers last breath
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