Biography of KarlRomeo PierreLouis
I write to find peace, to discover, to confess something bigger and sweeter than this lifetime.
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In memory of you VW
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KarlRomeo PierreLouis Poems
I have found Eden in her eyes vivid and hemmed around utterly out of reach of a glance most fair for bliss and blame
No words can say the solace I find between these walls Beauty and light…fantasy and poetry All and everything finding its space And I finding my pace
Waiting To Exhale
I have taken my breath of you stuttered shook and ready I have left my heart at your feet counting the hours faithfully till
Another summer’s June has found me Sooner than my exhalation of yesterday And I have no one Fading in and out of my strokes
There is no bravery here Just hollow memories lay plain Laid bare for all to see No glare or fanfare, just pain
Crash into me You autumn and winter follies Leave behind your eyes and share your memories Those dripped in fear
Golden Crazy Circumstance
The day is far too spent Below the apricot fading sunset Rebelling against the night air Invading the space of our day’s color
All I have ever done was write you love poems falling into the calm of another world perhaps all you ever needed was a psalm All I have ever done was write you love poems
In this echoing night alone and crowded, falling into feelings I had long forgotten behind the pine tree and murky lake of ten summers ago gracious and ungrateful images painted a shadow
Murky Bar Wine
He kissed her through the glass of his living room window he saw her and missed her all together others glanced and searched and was left apart He reached and brushed her hair tenderly through the looking glass
I had a relationship once Once when the tenants and thoughts were the same When the colors of the room became its seasons And its devotions were depleted with time
I have just begun to fall I thought I was rid of this since infancy This debilitating stutter walk But its not the same now…is it?
Or be a victim of it…he said And I disregarded it with her face Facing only her scent and color Forgetting the fall and sin
Hill Of Potatoes
I took my home on that hill Under those fading faithful clouds Forgetting the white snow of December As all else below rang with the memories
Rumor Of Treason
Where are you dear Philadelphia?
Hiding behind the rage of yesterday
Starving for the mindless paramour of Shakespeare
So to forget the ugly night and the envious New York sky
Where are you dear…Philadelphia?
I am left surrounded by the mutations of my failures
By the paradigm that captures my arresting humanity
Would I be so frank to ask …?
Where… are you …dear Philadelphia?