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Joseph Fanesi Poem
I'm sorry...
Love is a thornbush.
Pretty to the sight
yet, in the end;
it's prickly touch
is unimaginable.
With bright red roses -
it's message
seems too fragrant -
vociferous from afar.
Romantics are obsessed with love -
the misanthropes dread it;
it's a kill-joy feeling -
an inner nightmare
of an unconcious
optimistic daydream.
You stutter the word love -
but do you regurgitate beauty?
Like a laughable idea
whose far-sided partner is
an emotional quadroplegic?.
You're clueless and
I'm a jaded wallflower.
Love is a disease -
It's like syphilis -
one never asks for it.
Innocence invades
a loner's muted thoughts
quite quietly.
Love is calculated cancer.
You try to cope with the affliction -
while the misfits around you
watch you hold your head erect
and cackle
in laughable disdain.
The unfortunates are the reality.
Everyone tans in Hell.
No one cannot help what they feel.
We are helpless -
(squirming like worms)
our morals swim like scum;
it gets tossed around
when passion hold you hostage..
Far sided beauty
is one's torture up close;
feeding off one's weakness
like leeches on dormant genocide.
From the inside out -
scars surface.
Emotions are demented -
mongoloid flavored;
unable to heal -
your will is a mutilated carcass.
Rigamortis quietly sets in
unbeknownst to you -
transparent to your and your
befriended corpses.
I'm sorry...
the air is clearer now.
Infatuation gets a second chance -
another shot without a bullet.
Why do we pine for this?
Pining to surrender -
our pride,
our dignity.
When we stand
for our independence
do we will give it all away,
without a price tag?-
Stupidity repeats iitself;
yet we still yearn
for our fictious chimera
to resurface.
In the end;
love isn't so beautiful?
Misquided vagabonds choose to
paint our idyllic pictures -
but it wont stop the torture;
because the suffering we endure
lingers past expiration...
it glides above vowed headstones -
until our consummated
death -
do we part?
It can't -
and for that
I'm sorry once more.
Copyright © Joseph Fanesi | Year Posted 2009
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Joseph Fanesi Poem
Listen to the trees
They whisper many stories
Daring us to dream
For Raul Moreno's
Solace in Nature Contest
Copyright © Joseph Fanesi | Year Posted 2009
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Joseph Fanesi Poem
True love never lies
True love never dies
True love is such a bliss
True love begins with a kiss
True love is overloaded with passion
True love comes in one kind of fashion
True love will never differentiate
True love will never abrogate
True love cant be bought
True love cant be taught
If true love does come your way
Here's some things I have to say
True love never lies
True love never dies
For true love is forever true
And, my love, this poem
Is for you . . .
Copyright © Joseph Fanesi | Year Posted 2009
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Joseph Fanesi Poem
Rudolph was a lonely reindeer,
all because his nose was red.
How could he stand his life?
It seemed to be filled with dread.
Because of his nose,
They tormented him daily,
Chanting, name-calling,
Dancing so gaily.
All that fuss
over one little red nose!
But that's how kids are,
Even fawns, I suppose.
They got a laugh
at poor Rudolph's expense.
Dropping and building
their own false pretense.
Well, reindeers aren't real,
but I understand Rudolph's nose;
its hard to be liked
when one part of you glows.
Copyright © Joseph Fanesi | Year Posted 2009
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Joseph Fanesi Poem
I was just a kid,
Lost without a father,
Tormented by peers,
So many things I feared.
Disease, loss of family
I dont know where to go,
So I hid out on cloud 9
Till I spot a smooth clear road.
But before I could,
The hole dug deeper
As it starts to rain
Cant climb out
Mud slides and pain.
No one understanding
Is there anyone the same?
Still lost in this realm
So I choose another plain
A dream I cant escape
But its not a nightmare
While everyones in reality
A shame I cannot share.
Im still so lost
This dream is all I have
Stuck between growing up
And happiness,
Which one will outlast.
Now my life is far from over
More hardships to come
But I believe in my happy ending
Before my time is done.
Copyright © Joseph Fanesi | Year Posted 2013
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