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Damian York Poem
Torment at its finest, found me here tonight.
My love for her has blossomed, yet hers has found no light.
So many stars I have wished upon, less drops of water in the sea.
Tonight it looks like rain, so again a storm will awaken me.
I have studied all her subtleties, and how she looks my way.
I wish to know not her true feelings, for all I will find is pain.
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Damian York Poem
Torment at its finest, found me here tonight.
My love for her has blossomed, yet hers has found no light.
So many stars I have wished upon, less drops of water in the sea.
Tonight it looks like rain, so again a storm will awaken me.
I have studied all her subtleties, and how she looks my way.
I wish to know not her true feelings, for all I will find is pain.
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Damian York Poem
Our grassy lot above the sea,
Were sadness seldom found.
melodies and ocean songs,
twirled us round and round.
Never a reprieve from our
laughter, nor a dull day befell.
A relationship so mighty,
unafraid of the largest swell.
The wind shifts, and clouds roll
in as the night comes nye.
It promises to be a passing
storm but how the weather lies.
The salty air has spelled the
end, as the paint chips away.
Misery breaks apart the boards
and the grass is turning gray.
Rabbit watches now turtle
clocks, time now bitter still.
Rid me of my timely matters, I
pray that be gods will.
Her body broke against the
rocks, as did my mind that day.
Good night my dearest friend in
love, I will never get to say.
Master mariners and sailors
broken by the tide.
Reach to her for life and love,
as I did in summer time.
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Hard as granite and cold as
stone, loves so far been barred.
Her loveliness came in spring
time and a rose became my
heart.
Swept across the ocean came,
sickness atop the tide.
A plague that anguish falls
beneath, and causing rage to
die.
I so young did fall for, a
promised spring for ever more.
Alias the rose that was my
heart, died in winters war.
It wilted in the snow and cold,
and time it could not bare.
It's bravery and in the face of
disdain, could win the croix de
guerre.
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What I loved in my youth, has
been soured by time.
I looked back when I was fare,
and my honey was a dime.
Ice blue eyes cut me deep, and
bled my anger dry.
Twisted knots left behind were
golden locks did die.
Never a dull word, nor
moments unaccounted.
And all the precious memories
are hard to be recounted
However now I ask in prayer a
way to bring her near.
From the depth of hell that
seemed, to burn my darling
dear.
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Festivals stirring me along, wild nights in youth spent.
Never a wish for none greater, but a few more moments lent.
Twirling amongst the crowds of night, they only fear the day.
Bright eyed Gibson girls, ignore what others say.
Stouts and porters make a good night, a one to last me ages.
My hand that tried to hold on to them, have long since turned the pages.
I pray those nights could find me here, so far away from youth.
They would not know me if they saw, now I am so long in tooth.
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Darkness blankets this room,
silence shadows me.
Wretched thought breeds evil,
as
I was bred to be.
Totality of circumstance, could
not fathom I.
If only eternity could allow,
immortal thoughts to die.
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Reminisce on scars we have
and beat each other's stories.
Drive with me and tell me of,
the marks upon your back.
You tell me of the past, when
you were young and careless.
I tell you they do not matter,
for the past I have a knack.
Country roads are winding,
they are reeling up my
memory.
Why am I stuck I ask, why am
I caged in recollection.
You tell me you miss those
days when your hair was long.
And you are in the past with
me, giving me affection.
We are in the present times but
I live for yesterday today.
Time incircles us it is
happening in side both us still.
How I see you, you are young
and your skin is soft.
Time hasn't aged you dear, and
of tomorrow I'v had my fill.
On a river twenty years ago
there they can find us
Laying on checkered blankets
soaking up our sun
Carefree and full of light
looking at the clouds.
Wondering how Father Time
could turn his back upon his
son.
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Amongst the mist were trees
rot, a lovely flower grew.
Dark skies found its moss,
were sun shine seldom knew.
Beauty waded through the bog
and found a wretched creature
there.
A cursed tormented soul , her
sight could hardly bare
Nothing more than April rain
washed a way the mud.
I realized then what I
concealed, was covered in her
blood.
A diamond in the rough I knew
could drain a rose porcelain
white.
On this day I pray at noon, that
her flower find some light.
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Luna comes to paint a portrait,
each stroke fails to capture me.
I pray this moon not find its
muse in the reluctance of my
memory.
Tonight the stars above Ypres
dance, to the rocket solar flairs.
The moon tonight so strong in
indeed, for tonight my heart it
bares.
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