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Rocco Parisella Poem
I listen with my heart
The breathing of the wind
Which blows now unapposed
The breadth and depth within
How long I've been alone
How long we've been apart
How long does one suppose
That everything must end
Copyright © Rocco Parisella | Year Posted 2016
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Rocco Parisella Poem
My Obsession
A murder of crows
Filled the skies
We watched, from the trees
Their song, inelegant and free
Filled our souls
And we died with every cry
My sureness
Of your presence
My obsession, defined
Your lips, soft as feathers
Gently fell, upon mine
Beautifully black
Wet, as the grass
That stained your cloak
That murderous night
Their song, not so sweet
Filled our hearts, deep
In the cowl of the trees
And love, was something
For other things, not, I
So far beyond it's reach
Safe, I lie, your wings, inside
Copyright © Rocco Parisella | Year Posted 2015
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Rocco Parisella Poem
There may be time and distance between us
But I see you Burn Beautiful
Look at the sky on any given night
We don't measure the beauty of the stars
By their proximity
They are there
And they Burn Beautiful
Copyright © Rocco Parisella | Year Posted 2015
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Rocco Parisella Poem
How can I find
That, what was lost
The hands of time
Still, reach across
A cry for help
Beneath the dust
The stroke of twelve
I think of us
How can I find
That, what was mine
Re-live the past
Break laws of time
And if I ask
Would be so kind
To bring me back
The clocks unwind
Copyright © Rocco Parisella | Year Posted 2015
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Rocco Parisella Poem
Each time she tried
They fell to their death
From the ledge of her lip
To lie by her heart
Where they endlessly stared
Helpless, she knew
They would never draw breath
A sacrifice to
The will of her pride
The gardens she walked
The gates rusted locked
Like hair grown unkempted
The Ivy wound wild
Behind her she knew
The grasses tall grew
A serpent kept watch
She cried as he smiled
She lay back and bared
Her throat, slim and fair
Her buttons, she loosed
Her breasts to the skies
Violet and blue
Like flowers bloom
Bruised
A testement to
Those secrets, survived
A shadow, the sun
Down the rains come
But pain was something
She learned as a child
Copyright © Rocco Parisella | Year Posted 2016
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