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James Marchiori Poem
In a night without tears,
in wich no quakes where enough
to make a light,
the same in wich the ravens voices,
made it clear the sublime insomnia.
I could see the light!
That totally obscure,
made my own madness look.
The cemetery was to live now.
Blind shadow in the moonlight...
Copyright © James Marchiori | Year Posted 2015
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James Marchiori Poem
A ride through gritted teeth,
Gums livid,
To alleys of hell
emotion soar in the black chest.
A single Bell and terror wich runs slow.
The cause way infested
with worms of fear,
and the right grip of the black rose
from the balcony.
Only witness the slow descent on soft organ notes,
into the arms of the ghost
Copyright © James Marchiori | Year Posted 2015
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James Marchiori Poem
The Garden
I wanted to discover
the goddamn silence,
Who beat per my passage.
In the garden.
Where there's only me and a plaque,
my own tombstone.
My heart from the under,reminding me...
That I was only a shade garden.
Copyright © James Marchiori | Year Posted 2015
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