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Tomas Vincent Marra Poem
Sleep come
And best that it is fast
Deep and dark with no windows
Facing east
Sleep come
For it is
better to be asleep.
It is better,
than to dream
Better to be asleep
In these days of rust
Than to fracture and fade
In the wilting sun
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True patience means bearing the unbearable
Once I
Lived
bushido
At Heart.
Served my lord,
Wielding carbon
And steel
In fidelity.
Cast aside,
I have
No master now.
I will not taste
My blade
Outcast,
I wander the
Rising sun
to know
The Way anew,
And to learn
I again
for the first time.
I
Ronin
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Tomas Vincent Marra Poem
love was a lonely Syllable
Embedded hypothetically in the
syntax of the
Story of
You and
Me
We quoted ,
I love you
And you , sic [loved me]
But perhaps
this was
Your hyperbole
Parenthesis
you
kept
[Me] in,
Frenetically
in case
our verbs
became nouns
No verisimilitude
Imbedded logically
the allusion
Came alive
Described
So
speciously
All too clear
Once I chose
To study
The
history
No,
The Plot discovered,
This was
My own soliloquy
Dear Apostrophe ,
you and I
We are not
Like simile
Truth be told
I only resemble
Footnotes
In the ledger
Of your
Poetry
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Frightened rabbit
Don't mock the earth beneath your feet.
It keeps you grounded with your head facing the stars.
Don't fret the wind on your face.
It reminds you of the breath in your mouth.
Be still.
Lift your face to the sun and think:
Surely this is meant for me.
Remember:
We are all third rock from the sun.
Brazen and bold…
Ripe for picking
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I arrived tonight in
Gesthemane
With Stories to tell and
things to become
You, you remained
In vigil
Adrift in your aerie,
A bright laconic moon
I have come to drink
Deliberately
And take from you
Take the silence you offer
A Silent cup
To all who wander
With stories buried
Here in this garden
I wait in your reflection ,
under your umbrella
In wait for word
Of
Your
Blessing
word does not come
So I wander
through this garden
To the edge of the horizon
where water meets the night.
here, now, I see what
Faces me
Illuminated of the moon
Reflected back at me
Flesh and tendon are
Twisted and disfigured
In a monstrous frame
The bones of it frighten me
Awash in new light
Unable to tell if
I've been broken free by moonlight
or merely revealed
choices to be made
Freedom on my tongue
And the wind at my back
I remember that the night is cool
And the night is young
And so with rumours of what lies ahead spinning in my head,
I run
I run with
The forest behind me,
I run towards the fine horizon,
Thin and opaque
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How easy
It becomes
To lose yourself
In the forest
Of your own
Mossy head
Especially on days
Where the thoughts that line the canopy
Get stuck on the low hanging branches
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I loved you
I loved you
I loved you
Like rain in July
rolling across heated streets
Dancing with the trees
With each successive gulp
Of thunder
The Sky breaks free
Leaving no piece of dry land
But like the rain
It came and went
Leaving only a reminder in the
Air that once there was a deluge
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I see you little flower
Bright and quick
Spiralling in your own
Desiccated gown
Of earth and dust
Sadness grows
In the crack of broken
Concrete
Calling to
My pedestrian
Tendencies
Careful
Once
Meted out
I will
Trample around your
Petaled face
As I lumber through
The
The streets
In the
Cold light of morning
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Tomas Vincent Marra Poem
Your paper empire
Awash in nights' aether
Kite in a hurricane
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The pretentiousness of I
Tilting at windmills
In the hope of
Dulcinea
Little did I know that
My Shadow
Had the only giants
To be found
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