Julian Takali Poems

In lieu of the sweet spring trees, he paints them vivid
From their lilac home, they sprout a tune and lyric
Due honor of clouds rain down a mist so hued
The Amazon flora would envy Monets muse
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These wrought out, wretched, limp suits of skin
Are but a facade of gross memories from within
Hath mercy on them as they serve to die
Be gentle with thee touch as they often lie
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Through vines of flesh singing thorns, I would travel for you
Across oceans of horror and fear, I'd conquer mine
To be able to hold your hand one more time
To spend my last minutes in your grasp divine
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In the swamp named life, all trek and trudge
Thee, he, she can but try to resist to judge
But overcome it will, the brunt of pressure
Until beside ease, up springs the worst of gestures
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The clocks melt, the ceiling buckles, the colors sound their echo
The floor yawns, the walls dance, the music is colored with yellow

We are one through the journey
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Throw in the bold rush all known to past
Endow the vast blue all forthcoming to present
Then, saunter over to the edge
Hunker down by the flank
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The withered cherry hanging limp
From the vine beneath my skin
Is so ever weary and old
Of the story time again told
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William's carpet was his pride and joy
A linen of dreams, it, he adored
A tapestry of wonder, who could want more?
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The fox hurries across the river -sending ripples down the stream

The ripples hit the fleet of fish -
making them scurry
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