Thirsting for LaughterHer laughter bubbles like a spring Over flowing from her lips To reach my parched ears and provide relief How thirsty I was for the sound of her voiceThirsting for Laughter
My lips trace dizzy smiles as she giggles Her speech is intoxicating My vision is clouded and yet I see Her beauty: soft, subtle and true.
Untitled 3My hollow eyes Look upon my empty hands A chill descends my spineUntitled 3
Did I once hold you close Or was it a dream? My skin hungers For your touch
This emptiness inside Echoes my eyes My dreams are as bare As my future
Without you
As conspiracies unwind, Will you slam shut, and stay hypnotized Or free your mind
Untitled 2I came to you broken and bleeding My soul an empty void Full of longing I sought you out You became my salvation My hopes and dreams saw only you Life could not keep going Love could not keep flowing Without your gaze upon my skin Your tender touch and gentle caressUntitled 2
My freedom became yours My heart you locked away from me You shut me up and lost the key The future became empty, desolate and gray I stole my freedom back Though lost my heart along the way I am an empty shell Though strong and whole You cannot beat me down Nor stea
Untitled 1My skin ripples with a chill Despite the warmth of the throng that surrounds me And I've never felt more alone in my life.Untitled 1
Your name has echoed off the hallways, Dripped off the lips of strangers, But I refuse to speak it. Hearing your name is like a blow to my gut. It steals my breath and leaves me doubled, Writhing inside. I want to forever block my ears to you, Gouge my eyes to never look upon you.
Oh! My love, my hate. My heart, my torment. Remove my skin So I cannot feel the memory of your caress.
Sunset PierFamily Portrait.Family Portrait
Family Portrait
"A-Polish-e-Dripke" - The Polish are dirty
He remembers leather expressions clockwise motions
plowing fleshy dirt, prejudice concocted cannibals' monotonous grunts gapped by infinite mute akin to a lack of finch birds - tiny creatures of song,
migrating to mate in warmer fields while a community is mated with soil.
He remembers "running, running"
with his father on foot day and night, on foot from home in Poland to Russia where, refugees
they joined an infantry and fought,
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Searching for that peace of mind
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Searching for that peace of mind
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think of it this way - when u die u begin another adventure
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