Joshua Thomas Poems

When demons of history haunt your dreams
And tear at your mind through countless seams.
When conscience itself begins wishing to die!
Curse the day when guilt blinds the mind’s eye!
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Thirty days and thirty nights I cried
I couldn’t stand the thought of how I lied.
Guilt consumed me till I nearly died.
When I thought about you.
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What is love to you?
My sweet flower.
Played like a fool,
To regain your power.
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Then

I’ve been thinking of a creature lately
Every night in my dreams.
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I don't know a god by the peace in the shade,
But I know the devil by the price that I paid.
The cost of a life is the debt on my back.
So follow me, brother, for my soul shaded black.
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Lives have come, and lives have gone,
I don’t know about a lot, but I know about one.
Come, children, and enjoy the show.
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Thou love is like the flower bloom,
Beauty present on every petal.
Thy heart blossoms with lusty perfume,
As my lips touch yours in a nestle.
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This stack of cards,
My lonely life,
Crashes down without regards,
To those simple winds of strife.
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No river wide, nor mountain can scale
The way that her face, with fear, turned pale
My corpse lying there in the sun
As flies started their rancid fun
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She enjoyed tearing me apart
A puppet for all to see
Pulling on the strings of my heart
Until the sharp hooks tore free
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