Poem - 1192 A.D. by Curtis M. Joseph

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Curtis M. Joseph

Poems

- Lessening Times
- 1192 A.D.
- Amongst A Cry
- A DreamerS Quarrels
- 34Th Pier
- Red Fog
- Catching The Limits
- AutumnS Hand
- The Finish Line
- The Room
- Suddenly, And When You Know

1192 A.D.
by Curtis M. Joseph

Thy heaven, do I
see before me a twilight
savior?
Latch my discovery
to beckon a
muse to bewitch me.
Haste a war
that takes of a beast
in my weary conscience.
Loathe a taste to
be sober, and pry
away the evil
that draws nails.
Quicken to rid
all imbeciles
to impure me
peasant.

Yet reason to
be noble, yet
burnt languished
upon these fields.
Henceforth the
rue to this
pain in my
quarrels, that
bleeds before me as
my brothers fall
shriven to
impaling steel.
Laying cold in dust
stillness sweats
the ground.
Put forth a cross
upon each head,
laying beside each
bloodied sword.
Disarming, I choke
many thoughts that
bleeds foul upon a
daub season.

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